Chapter 149: Empty

The presence of Roman grew closer and closer.

Luo Xiya slowly came to a stop at the door of Milis’s room.

She seemed to realize just how far things had gone, her expression turning unusually grim.

Just as she prepared to sneak inside, the door suddenly opened with a click.

“Hmm?”

Luo Xiya instantly shifted to the side.

The Saintess she now found utterly detestable stepped out.

Luo Xiya looked her up and down—her appearance was composed, her clothes neat.

Only then did she breathe a light sigh of relief.

It seemed she wasn’t the kind of shameless person who’d do something so disgraceful on the first day.

She watched a moment longer.

After leaving the room, the Saintess didn’t rush away. Instead, she smiled and extended her right hand.

Roman, equally dignified in dress, followed from the room.

Staring at the right hand Milis offered, he first furrowed his brow, then, with resignation, placed his fingers on her wrist.

“There’s a ball tonight, you know~”

Milis reminded him.

“The church even does these things?”

Roman looked thoroughly baffled.

“It seems you’ve always had some misunderstanding about the Holy Light Church.”

Milis said.

“Goddess Fara has never forbidden such entertainments. On the contrary, records say the Goddess herself loved lively gatherings.”

“Fine.”

Roman decided to do as the Romans do, taking Milis’s arm and heading outside.

Only after the two walked away side by side did Luo Xiya step out from the side.

She could see both of their clothes were as neat as new, without even a wrinkle in sight.

Relieved on her own, Ophelia, however, felt something was odd.

If she hadn’t been mistaken…

That girl… seemed… not to be… wearing underwear?

Are Saintesses so bold these days?

Ophelia wondered blankly.

She didn’t share this thought with Luo Xiya.

“Next.”

“Let’s scout the area nearby. After so many years, the Papal Palace is completely different from before.”

Ophelia ordered.

***

Roman and Milis walked arm in arm.

At first, he was holding her.

As they walked, it gradually turned into Milis holding onto him.

Noticing Milis’s steps were a bit unsteady, he glanced down.

Milis seemed deeply embarrassed, her thighs pressed tightly together.

“So cold… and empty.”

The decision she’d made in a moment of heat was now coming back for her to ‘reap the consequences.’

“It won’t leak out, right…”

Thinking it over, Roman finally asked in a soft voice.

“Of course not!”

Of course, Roman didn’t consider this any punishment for Milis.

On the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Leaning against his arm, Milis gradually rested her head on his shoulder, shifting more of her weight onto him.

To be honest, Milis was really light.

Even sitting on his thigh, he hardly felt any weight, so now it was no burden at all.

But as the crowd around them grew, the attention from others started to feel a bit suffocating for Roman.

Curious, envious, amused gazes lingered on them.

They’re really close, huh.

“Did you hear the Saint Son’s Sacred Seal is Life?”

“Yeah.”

“Pity he’s a boy. Otherwise, I’d suspect he was the reincarnation of the Goddess herself.”

“Her Highness the Saintess looks so weak beside him. What’s with this scene? It’s like she’s the one getting married.”

“They’re just giving the Saint Son face. Behind closed doors, she probably rides him however she likes.”

The person who said this suddenly found themselves pinned by a cold glare from Milis, instantly panicking, completely at a loss.

It had to be said, Milis’s sudden change of attitude was terrifying.

Just a moment ago, she’d been a shy maiden.

But at the sound of ridicule nearby, her face turned cold as she firmly clung to Roman, staring directly at the offender.

The two then passed in silence through the corridor.

This time, no one dared to discuss or even look at them.

“Is it worth getting so angry over?”

Roman couldn’t help but give a helpless laugh.

“Do you think they were laughing at me?”

Milis looked at Roman with a half-smile.

Roman didn’t really care.

“If they want to talk, let them.”

“You might not care, but when I hear it, I feel like killing someone.”

“………………”

Roman froze, then turned to look at Milis beside him.

For an instant, he actually saw a hint of Luo Xiya’s aura in Milis’s profile, in the way she’d defended him just now.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

He felt weird.

Could it be his magic had some kind of mental branding effect, causing anyone who’d been close to him to develop feelings?

Roman thought dumbly.

The reason he thought dumbly was because he always unconsciously ignored his own inherent charm.

In fact, possessing the Holy Mark of Life gave him a sort of divine protection, and for someone like Milis, being noticed by a man was already a sign of impending doom.

So, Milis’s previous attempts to provoke him, her teasing, and even physical antics, were more like the childish acts of boys in school pulling girls’ hair to get their attention.

Although Roman felt strange, he didn’t dislike the feeling.

After all, Milis had been one of his targets to win over from the start.

He just hadn’t expected things to progress so smoothly.

As he was lost in thought, Milis pulled him along to a large door.

Looking up, he saw someone standing ahead.

His eyes lit up.

“Rosetta-neesan.”

“Mm…”

Rosetta stood tall like a proud battle flag.

Hearing Roman’s familiar voice, she looked over.

But when she saw Milis holding onto Roman, the faint smile on her face faded.

“Your Highnesses, you’ve finally arrived.”

“Good evening, Rosetta Captain.”

Milis replied calmly.

Without another word, she led Roman inside.

Rosetta stood in a daze for a few seconds before regaining her composure.

It was as it should be—this was Lady Fara’s will.

“Captain, this is—”

“Holy Throne!”

Rosetta turned around at once.

Standing behind her, hands clasped behind her back, was Sylvia.

“You’re early tonight.”

“My dear little sister has already arrived. How could I be late?”

Seeing the Holy Throne’s mocking smile, Rosetta was astonished.

“By the way.”

It seemed the Holy Throne also held some grievances against Lady Rosalind…

Just as she was about to enter the hall, Sylvia suddenly turned.

“Have Milis come see me later.”

“Yes.”

Rosetta nodded.

“Also…”

At this, Sylvia hesitated slightly.

“No matter what happens tonight, don’t get involved. Understood?”