“Your Highness, there’s still half an hour until the banquet begins.”
Rosalind suddenly said.
Roman nodded with a bit of frustration.
Millis’ words could indeed intimidate most of the people in the Holy Light Church, but tonight, there were quite a few present who weren’t afraid of Millis either.
Being the center of attention was uncomfortable.
He had attended similar banquets in the Lily Territory, but there, Luo Xiya was the supreme master, so he spent the night in peace.
“I know a quiet place. Would you be willing to walk with me, Your Highness?”
Rosalind fanned her folding fan, asking softly.
“Is that alright?”
Roman looked over the woman before him.
Most people present were Mid-rank Transcendents or higher; Roman could sense this much.
But this woman in front of him, he couldn’t detect a trace of Transcendent aura.
There were two possibilities: either she had no Extraordinary Talent at all, or she was a Domain Transcendent beyond his perception.
Obviously, given her glamorous appearance and provocative dress, she was undoubtedly a high-status socialite, impossible to be some Domain Transcendent.
After all, he remembered Lady Catherine had told him that even combined, there were at most ten Domain Transcendents on the Continent—a needle in a haystack, an existence nearly impossible to encounter.
Could this kind of existence be the lady before him?
“Troublesome.”
So he naturally accepted her friendly suggestion.
Besides this reason, Roman was skilled at sensing the emotions people directed at him, whether kind or hostile.
Compared to the earlier swarm of bees and butterflies, this older sister in front of him felt strangely gentle and benevolent toward him.
“Then you must keep up.”
Rosalind closed her folding fan with a light laugh, walking ahead with elegant, feline steps.
From behind, Roman watched her tall, graceful silhouette sway gently with each step.
Feeling the slightly shy gaze from behind, the curve at her lips deepened.
Her qipao, besides being split wider on both sides, was an open-back style from the shoulders down to the waist.
In other words, standing behind her, Roman could clearly see her snow-white back—
Rosalind instinctively felt her back becoming sticky, drenched in Roman’s wanton gaze.
Actually, she was overthinking it.
Roman, with a ‘do not offend’ mindset, kept his eyes down while walking, focusing on the path rather than Rosalind’s back.
As she was still immersed in her own playful fantasy, suddenly, Rosalind turned to look back.
It turned out Roman hadn’t noticed a maid rushing by with drinks, and the maid, too flustered, hadn’t seen Roman.
As expected, they collided, and a tray of drinks was about to spill onto Roman.
At that moment, Rosalind moved.
In the next instant, the entire world seemed to slow.
The rustling wind outside stuttered, and the two colliding figures froze awkwardly as if jammed.
Rosalind stepped forward gracefully, effortlessly catching the falling glass in midair, then drew a beautiful arc with it, returning the spilled wine into the cup.
She righted the maid’s tray, pressed her chin, and, holding both their shoulders and arms, separated the two, finally snapping her fingers in satisfaction.
“Pa.”
With a crisp snap, the impending chaotic incident was resolved by her.
“Are you alright?”
Rosalind gently tapped the maid’s shoulder with her folding fan and asked softly.
“Tha…Thank you. I’m very sorry, it was my mistake just now.”
The maid, still shaken, bowed quickly with her tray.
“Alright, alright, get back to work then.”
“Yes!”
Placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder, Rosalind smiled and asked, “Shall we continue?”
“You just now…”
“Shh.”
A finger pressed against Roman’s lips, stopping him from speaking.
Then, she took his hand and led him to a deserted balcony.
Upon entering, he felt the cool night breeze brush his cheek, gently lifting his bangs.
This was no room, but a balcony lined with tables, chairs, and cabinets of food and drink.
The night sky above.
He didn’t immediately look at Rosalind, but raised his head to gaze at the boundless star river over the Papal Palace, spreading like a painting filled with countless colors, stars shining like pearls embedded in the sky.
A new moon rose in the night, its silver light falling like silk.
Roman reached out, catching the pale glow.
The serene and beautiful surroundings relaxed Roman’s body and mind.
“Are you a Transcendent?”
Roman asked.
Earlier, when he collided with the maid, he had clearly felt Rosalind’s speed become incredibly fast, saving him from danger in an instant.
“I am.”
Rosalind stood tall before him, smiling.
Meeting her gaze, Roman was reminded of Saintess Sylvia by those deep, gem-like purple eyes.
“Why?”
“Huh?”
Rosalind didn’t understand Roman’s words.
“You…are a Domain Transcendent?”
Rosalind blinked, not answering immediately, but instead opened a nearby liquor cabinet, casually taking out glasses and a bottle.
“I am~”
Filling two goblets, Rosalind lifted one.
I am…
“Do you want to guess what my ability is? If you guess right, there’s a reward~”
“Then if I guess wrong?”
Roman tilted his head.
It was a reflex born from a good mood, but it stunned Rosalind.
He hadn’t fully believed her words.
Fortunately, she recovered quickly, smiling.
“Then I’ll promise you a condition. Whatever it is, I’ll agree.”
“…….”
Such frivolous words didn’t sit well with Roman.
He shook his head.
“I guess… you’re a speed-type Talent?”
“Ha?”
Rosalind laughed, putting down her glass and looking at a potted plant nearby.
One pot was sprouting anew, while another was near withering, yet hadn’t been replaced.
“Let me show you a magic trick.”
In front of Roman, Rosalind placed her slender, fair fingers on both pots.
A miracle happened.
Under Rosalind’s ‘soothing,’ the once new plant grew lush and vibrant, bursting with flowers.
The nearly withered plant beside it also revived, its yellow leaves turning green, beautiful flowers blooming anew on rejuvenated branches.
She picked a rose and handed it to Roman.
The fragrance was intoxicating.
Rosalind smiled.
“Please accept my ‘affection.'”