The warmth and softness in his arms made Rosetta stiffen, pressing Roman firmly away so he couldn’t cling to her anymore.
Only then did she manage to barely sit upright without losing her composure.
This is really…
Rosetta swallowed.
In this silent room, the sound was particularly clear.
Roman’s current state was extremely bad—in every sense of the word.
Disheveled hair, utterly messy, and with only the cloak she had taken off covering him.
Any slight movement would leave him completely exposed.
Even though Rosetta tried her best to keep her eyes shut, during the earlier struggle with Roman, she still accidentally saw everything.
Especially when her gaze swept over Roman’s lower abdomen, her golden eyes trembled with fear.
Fara above, please forgive my sins…
As Rosetta closed her eyes, her fingers touched her chest and forehead, sincerely hoping the Goddess would not hold her ‘mistake’ against her.
After the panic just now, she quickly suppressed Roman’s spirit, making him fall asleep temporarily.
After all, she couldn’t just drive away the yet-unfulfilled witch and personally treat him herself, could she?
Thankfully, she still wore her armor out of habit today…
Rosetta didn’t dare imagine—if she had left the house in that flimsy dress, and ended up entangled with the Holy Child, all her years of restraint and ascetic training would have been destroyed in a single day.
To her, this was a terrifying thought.
Her strength, rooted in justice, came from her innate perseverance and unwavering integrity.
If she had lost her mind and done something wrong with Roman just now, all the justice she upheld for years would have turned to dust in an instant.
“Forgive me…”
Rosetta hooked her arms under Roman’s neck and knees, lifting him from the floor.
Throughout the process, she maintained strict discipline—only her arms touched Roman.
She controlled her body tightly, ensuring no further contact.
“Captain?”
Sylvia’s voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
Rosetta’s once-calm heart tensed again.
“H—Holy Throne.”
“Have you found him?”
“Already found?”
Sylvia paused for a few seconds, then continued.
“Did that witch do anything to him?”
“Reporting to the Holy Throne, I arrived in time and immediately stopped the Seventh Witch. His Highness… did not suffer any real harm.”
Rosetta answered carefully, not betraying her conscience.
“That’s good. Bring him back.”
With that, Sylvia cut the connection.
After all, she still had unfinished matters to handle.
Hearing this, Rosetta finally let out a sigh of relief.
Holding Roman, she opened the second scroll Sylvia had given her.
As the most trusted under the Holy Throne, Rosetta lacked nothing of the sort.
Sylvia had handed her a pile of similar items to allow her to act at any time.
That’s how she was able to reach here and save Roman at once.
With a flicker of space, the two vanished from the spot.
***
On the other side.
After cutting the connection, Sylvia glanced sideways at Lady Catherine, whose expression was icy cold.
“I have to admit, if not for that witch’s meddling today, I would’ve really fallen for your ploy.”
Only after confirming Roman’s safety did Sylvia let out a small laugh.
Seeing Sylvia’s smug yet self-effacing look, Lady Catherine, who had been worried about Roman’s safety, suddenly sneered in anger.
“Let’s wait and see.”
In other words, she would not let things end so easily.
Knowing the level Sylvia had now reached, Lady Catherine had already prepared many surprises for her.
She tossed out the words and couldn’t be bothered to speak further.
Sylvia looked at Lady Catherine’s pale blue bare back and the voluptuous curves swaying with her graceful steps, then called out.
“Lady, please wait.”
Lady Catherine ignored her.
She was about to return via a star marker in the manor, but Sylvia’s next words halted her steps.
“You seem very angry and unconvinced?”
Sylvia asked.
“………….”
Lady Catherine’s silence was answer enough.
“That’s what puzzles me.”
Sylvia clasped her hands behind her back, her tone leisurely.
“Today, you gained all sorts of benefits from Roman—now, when things should naturally return to the proper course, you can’t accept it?”
“He fulfilled all the desires of a lonely woman. Others might not know, but don’t I?”
“Though you’re called Lady, in reality, you’ve been living like a widow—so Roman has to be both your good child and good husband, fulfilling both your familial and carnal needs.”
“Not only that, he helped you ascend to the Sanctuary, fulfilled your decades-old wish, and because of him, I had to save you and free you from Lola’s problem, allowing your life to continue and avoiding the fate of being possessed by Lola.”
“Now, I want to take him back and make him the Holy Child, honored by all—and you’re unwilling? You want to selfishly keep him at your side?”
At first, Lady Catherine’s face grew redder at these words—playing both the filial son and the husband. Most crucially, Sylvia wasn’t wrong.
Even her pale blue cheeks flushed, making it hard to refute Sylvia.
But by the end, she couldn’t help but speak.
“I am not selfish. I simply respect Roman’s wishes.”
“Sometimes, the best choice isn’t always the most suitable. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have refused you coming here in the first place.”
“Is that so?”
Sylvia let out a cold laugh.
“The premise for your refusal was also after you saw the Holy City. With such a premise, the choice is only natural.”
“But what about Roman? Besides the Lily Territory, his life before was little better than a beggar—he even became a slave.”
At this point, anger grew in Sylvia’s voice.
It was clear this matter would bring trouble to many.
“In his view, from birth till now, only the Lily Territory showed him kindness. He’s never seen the Holy City, nor does he know what awaits him as the Holy Child. That’s not fair.”
“I can understand his feelings—after so much suffering, even a little sweetness is treasured.”
“But, Catherine. Do you think such understanding is correct? Fearing and refusing to accept a wider world—can such a Roman truly be considered ‘healthy’?”
“If he were just an ordinary human, maybe living happily in the Lily Territory all his life would be enough—but he is the Holy Child of Lady Fara, his Saint Mark even shares the same source of ‘Life’ as Lady Fara.”
“What do you think, Catherine?”
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