Chapter 153: The Medic

“Where did you go just now?”

Milis complained to Roman with dissatisfaction.

Roman was very bad at lying, and he knew if he lied, he’d definitely be seen through, so he answered directly.

“The Holy Throne’s relative called me over.”

“Odeshu Fanke? That family’s person?”

Milis leaned closer to Roman, narrowing her eyes, looking a little worried.

“Don’t bother with them, they’re all a bunch of lunatics.”

“Got it…”

As Roman spoke, he took the initiative to hold Milis’s hand.

The cruel expression that had been on Milis’s face immediately vanished, and she snorted lightly, tightening her grip on Roman’s hand and pulling it to her side.

The fragrance from Roman’s body gradually lingered around her, and the desire in Milis’s heart was once again uncontrollably stirred up by him.

If it weren’t for the unsuitable surroundings, she really wanted to pull Roman into an empty room and devour him with passion, merging into one.

If possible, she even wished Roman would bully her with more methods.

Just thinking about that soul-stealing feeling made Milis’s legs go weak.

Such thoughts made Milis deeply confused.

Could she really be this kind of hidden pervert?

What she didn’t know was that too much pride becomes arrogance, and too much arrogance is a form of inferiority.

Perhaps even Milis herself hadn’t noticed that she always thought she was a person full of inferiority, only her bad temper and unique Sacred Seal made those around her fear her.

Because of her inferiority, she was so angry at Luo Xiya, angry that she easily took Lady Catherine’s affection from her, and so she impulsively wanted to use Roman to play a reckless duel.

Normally, when pursuing someone you like, you’d try to win their favor and then cultivate feelings further.

But Milis’s approach was completely the opposite of normal.

She liked to express her feelings by bullying the other party, especially in front of Roman.

When they first met, he was already Luo Xiya’s person, and she had already looked ready to make a move.

Tonight, Roman turning the tables and spanking her while she sat on his lap thoroughly woke Milis up.

It seemed that, in her subconscious, such bullying was also an act of affection toward someone she liked.

Her arrogance toward Roman had faded greatly after that.

“What do you want to eat?”

Milis glanced at Roman’s absent-minded expression and couldn’t help but ask.

“Eat?”

Roman came back to his senses, looking at the rows of long tables already set in front of them, hesitating.

“I’m not really hungry…”

In the end, Roman just smiled gently at Milis, indicating he wasn’t hungry.

But Milis wasn’t the obedient type.

She directly wrapped her arm around Roman’s waist and ‘negotiated’.

“The ball starts soon, if you don’t eat well, where will you get the strength to keep up with me later?”

But Roman was no longer playing Milis’s game.

He silently reached out and slapped her butt hard, then pinched a handful of soft flesh.

As her hips jiggled, the sensation of being grabbed instantly turned Milis into steam.

Don’t forget, she wasn’t even wearing underwear now.

The airy lightness she’d finally gotten used to was immediately ruined.

“Be good.”

Roman whispered softly into her ear.

“Mm…”

In the end, Milis obediently made a sound.

At this time, the two weren’t standing in any conspicuous spot, just leaning in a corner whispering, so they dared to be so handsy.

However, what they didn’t know was that someone had already seen their every movement.

Rosetta, holding a wine glass, turned away nervously.

The Holy Throne had ordered her to keep an eye on those two at all times, and dutiful Rosetta was, as usual, doing her job seriously.

And then her eyes widened as she personally witnessed Roman spanking Milis.

At that moment, the gentle and charming image of Roman in her heart shattered into pieces.

And Princess Milis…

They had just met this morning, and by night they were already this close?

For some reason, she felt ripples rising in her once-calm heart, and the lingering taste was unpleasant.

“Want…”

The scene of Roman pushing her down and kissing her face flashed in her mind again, as vivid as if it were happening now.

Her eyes flew open, and Rosetta suppressed the pounding in her chest, turning her gaze away from Roman and Milis to look for the Holy Throne.

It would soon be time for the Holy Throne to speak.

She…

“Captain.”

Sylvia’s voice suddenly sounded beside her.

Fortunately, Rosetta had followed her for many years and was long used to Sylvia’s unpredictable comings and goings, so she nodded slightly in greeting.

“It’s about time, isn’t it?”

“Mm.”

Rosetta nodded.

The next second, Sylvia stood tall on the platform at the center of the hall, her gaze sweeping over everyone present.

“Can you hear me?”

Her voice swept across the hall like a wave.

The ladies in attendance stopped what they were doing and all looked toward the Holy Throne on the platform.

“Then, first, thank you all for coming tonight.”

Sylvia spoke politely.

With those words, thunderous applause broke out, and everyone smiled gratefully at Sylvia.

“Second, the reason for tonight’s gathering—besides welcoming the arrival of the Saint Son—there are some things I want to announce to everyone.”

“….”

The hall quieted.

Many high-ranking bishops understood Sylvia’s meaning—she was about to assign the Saint Son an official position.

After all, the titles of Saint Son and Saintess were noble, but not actual posts.

As a Saintess of the Holy See, Milis also held another identity—a position—as the General of the Silver Guard.

Now, the Saint Son would also be given a concrete post.

Many people subconsciously touched their fingers, curious about how the Holy Throne would assign Roman.

This would also indicate his true standing in her eyes.

“From today on, the Saint Son will serve as Medical Officer under Captain Rosetta of the Saint Key Knight Order, responsible for all related matters within the Saint Key Knight Order.”

After she finished, the hall fell silent, then small waves of chatter—or perhaps mockery—rippled out.

So, after all that, this is it?

Medical Officer of the Saint Key Knight Order?

It sounded important, but in reality, it was a servant’s job, and in some ways, even a Key Position.

Because the Saint Key Knight Order had never had such a role—its members were all top talents, and the Holy See never lacked priests to serve them.

The Saint Son…

It seemed he was not favored by the Holy Throne at all, but was instead sidelined right from the start—a clear sign to put everyone at ease.

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Good night, everyone~