Chapter 122: Seqi

“……”

Standing in front of the full-length mirror with Sylvia supporting his shoulders, Roman silently covered his already burning red cheeks, peeking at himself in the mirror through his fingers.

Just now, when Sylvia handed him the clothes, he was still completely naked, and then she suddenly lifted the bedsheet.

He closed his eyes, resigned, letting her dress him without resistance.

Even the black base shorts were put on by Sylvia.

The more embarrassed he became, the more that part below involuntarily stood up, and he could clearly feel Sylvia freeze for a long moment while helping him with the base shorts.

She obviously had no experience, troubled for a while, then finally grumpily pressed that part down against his lower abdomen before pulling up the shorts.

According to Sylvia, these clothes were troublesome to wear, so doing it herself would be faster.

It was called a ceremonial robe, yet it fit closely to the body.

The pure white top outlined his figure tightly, black and gold stripes hugging his form, the collar connecting at his shoulders perfectly revealing his beautiful collarbone.

The lower half was even more exaggerated.

Roman had just wondered, even if it was a skirt, wasn’t it too short?

Then Sylvia smiled and handed him a pair of brand new, pristine white suspender socks, both white suspenders connected to his pure black base shorts.

You ask about the skirt?

Roman’s waistband did connect to a skirt, but only at the back.

A white, transparent hem draped behind his thighs, ethereal and majestic when he walked.

However, looking at the front, the black base shorts and the exposed white thighs, with marks left by the suspenders and white socks…

He quietly pulled at the collar, unconsciously squeezing his legs together.

Elegant, luxurious, holy, and… seductive?

He reached up, combing his silver hair behind his ears, then picked up the equally pure white gloves and put them on.

At last, he was fully dressed.

Looking at the mirror, the delicate and flawless ‘girl’ clasped her hands elegantly in front, not a single flaw from head to toe.

If there was any complaint, Roman’s chest was too flat, smooth and without a hint of curve.

Nervously touching his chest, Roman always worried it would sag without any support.

“Mm..”

Feeling the weight on his head, Roman hummed in confusion.

Sylvia stood behind him, placing a headpiece on his head.

A star-shaped accessory, it complemented his ceremonial robe, highlighting his pure, delicate face.

“Is it pretty?”

Her hands rested on Roman’s shoulders, Sylvia asked softly.

Roman was too shy to speak, his hands clasped together in front, fingers intertwining nervously.

“My little Roman, the most noble Holy Child on the continent, today, the most beautiful child in this world.”

Sylvia’s fingers slid down unconsciously, resting on Roman’s exposed snowy arm, feeling its smooth and soft touch. Her tone was full of flattering praise.

“You flatter me.”

Roman replied in a low voice.

Sylvia looked at the full-length mirror, at Roman in front of her, and for a moment, he seemed even more dazzling than Celene.

As she thought, Sylvia herself didn’t realize she was leaning closer and closer to Roman’s ear, until Roman started trembling and she finally noticed, looking at herself in the mirror.

At this moment, where was the dignity and holiness of the Holy Throne?

Her gaze was blurred, her eyes burning, she was just like a…

Sylvia coughed lightly, forcing her hands away from Roman and pretended nothing had happened.

“Good child, are you ready?”

Roman hesitated for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly.

“That’s good.”

After speaking, Sylvia looked at the tightly closed door, her voice suddenly louder.

“Captain Rosetta?”

At Sylvia’s call, the door instantly opened, and Rosetta walked in with a serious expression.

She habitually pressed her sword and bowed her head.

“Holy Throne.”

With a respectful tone, Rosetta greeted.

Sylvia pressed Roman’s shoulders, pushing him in front of Rosetta.

“Captain, today you must protect the Holy Child well.”

Sylvia said teasingly.

Hearing this, Rosetta finally looked up slightly, her eyes falling on Roman right in front of her.

Then her steady golden eyes froze.

She stared at Roman in a daze, not even blinking for several seconds.

Sylvia naturally noticed Rosetta’s oddity, but she just found it amusing.

The always unemotional Rosetta was staring straight at Roman?

She didn’t blame Rosetta for her rudeness.

If anyone was to blame, it was Roman for being too alluring—even this knight lady was not immune.

“Hello, Captain.”

Roman didn’t notice anything, and seriously and gently saluted Rosetta.

Rosetta snapped back to reality, immediately stepping forward to hold Roman’s wrist and help him up.

“Your status is too noble; I cannot accept such a grand salute.”

With that, Rosetta went to the door, her demeanor upright and serious, one hand on her chest, the other gesturing outward.

“Please, come with me.”

Roman instinctively turned back to look at Sylvia.

By now, he had come to rely on her as his anchor in the Holy City.

“Go on. In the Holy City, there’s no place safer than by Captain Rosetta’s side.”

Sylvia patted Roman as she spoke.

“And you..”

“And me…?”

Sylvia was stunned for a moment, then revealed a teasing expression.

This child, already starting to become attached to him…

“Don’t worry. Today, I’ll always be within your sight. And you…”

“The same goes for you…”

Sylvia originally wanted to kiss Roman on the cheek, but worried about scaring him, she shifted to his forehead instead.

Beside them, Rosetta watched this happy mother-and-child scene with a gentle smile, quietly standing at the doorway, looking to the side.

After Sylvia left, Roman slowly regained his composure.

Rosetta, who had been watching Roman all along, struggled to maintain her calm.

She gazed at him, unable to suppress the look of admiration in her eyes.

She stepped forward, placed one hand on her chest, and offered her other hand.

Roman looked at the knight’s gloved hand extended to him, feeling nothing but reassurance.

Without hesitation, he placed his small hand, wrapped in cool white silk, onto Rosetta’s palm and smiled gently at her.

“Miss Rosetta, I’ll be in your care today.”

Tightening her grip, Rosetta held Roman’s small hand in her palm, bowing humbly.

“Your Highness, it is my honor.”