Roman spoke well—almost exactly matching the answer in Rosetta’s heart.
Her Saint Key Knight Order was a legion of geniuses, not merely an elite force like the Silver Guard.
A unit composed of elite soldiers could fight ten with one, all while maintaining formidable combat strength.
If her Saint Key Knight Order was governed in the same way as the Silver Guard, with their trained tactics and innate strength, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for their combat power to be several times the standard of one-to-ten.
Here, the measurement of ‘ten’ referred to the combat standard of the Aingloran side.
It sounded impressive, but don’t forget—the Silver Guard were measured in units of ten thousand.
And the entire Saint Key Knight Order numbered only a few hundred.
They couldn’t afford any casualties; every knight was irreplaceable.
Therefore, what Rosetta needed was for each of them to possess independent combat ability—the power to stand alone against a hundred.
Only with such strength could she confidently lead these girls onto the battlefield. Otherwise, she’d be failing them.
In a normal army, if the front line broke, collapse was inevitable in an instant.
But her Saint Key Knight Order even dared to voluntarily split their lines, forming small squads that worked together, infiltrating the battlefield separately and disrupting the enemy.
At times like this, what they needed wasn’t rigid discipline, but innate talent and creativity.
In more extreme situations, they could scatter completely, each becoming a hidden blade, waiting for the right moment to strike as a unit.
The truly terrifying aspect of the Saint Key Knight Order was not just their ability to assemble and form a battle line, but also to disperse and fight alone with extraordinary skill.
Even putting aside a ‘bug-like’ existence such as Rosetta, the remaining knights alone were nightmares for the armies of all nations and the monsters beyond.
Because they could not be targeted or predicted.
This was the ideal Saint Key Knight Order in Rosetta’s mind.
“Your Highness, did you truly receive no education as a child?”
Rosetta asked.
Roman hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
If Rosetta meant Roman, then he wasn’t lying.
In fact, even counting ‘Lin Xuan’, it wasn’t a lie.
He simply liked to read.
“How far has your Sacred Seal progressed?”
Rosetta continued.
Roman closed his eyes to sense it, then opened them.
“It seems… around fifty thousand.”
Rosetta’s expression twisted strangely for a moment, then she immediately said,
“As expected of Your Highness—your growth rate is unheard of.”
If the Holy Throne were present, they might wonder whether this flattery-spouting Rosetta Captain was truly herself.
Her expression had been odd for a few seconds because, by the standards of the Saint Key Knight Order, Roman’s current magic level was undeniably at the very bottom.
To be honest, she herself found it strange.
The Saintess Highness, as the Origin Extraordinary Gifted One of Judgement, possessed over a hundred thousand magic power upon awakening, soaring to nine hundred thousand in just a few years.
On that night in the Lily Territory, not even Lady Catherine could stop Milis.
Only emotion halted her.
The weakest members of the Saint Key Knight Order possessed magic levels above two hundred thousand—and those were the non-combat support types.
For main combat members, the minimum was at least five hundred thousand.
Linda and Lijie were among them.
At the top were the few squad leaders with magic above nine hundred thousand, the strongest in their respective small countries.
Recalling the upcoming meeting between Roman and everyone, Rosetta resolved to personally support Roman and establish his authority.
“Your Highness, let’s go. Everyone’s eager to meet you~”
Rosetta stood and bowed to Roman.
“I’ll trouble you to lead the way.”
Roman once again placed his small hand in Rosetta’s, letting her guide him away.
***
At the center of the training ground, the entire Saint Key Knight Order stood waiting for the arrival of the Saint Son.
And for their ceremony of meeting.
The mystery of the Saint Son had already been partly revealed that morning, led by Lijie.
He was a boy more beautiful than any of them.
At first sight, they’d felt it strange. Each of them was considered a beautiful girl with unique charm, yet all lost to a boy.
Here’s a fun fact.
Girls with Extraordinary Talent were generally more attractive than ordinary girls.
It seemed to be one of Lady Fara’s preferences—the stronger the talent, the greater the boost to appearance and physique.
So, for a unit whose lowest rank was upper-level talent, having hundreds of beautiful girls was entirely normal.
However, for a boy who outshone them all to appear—now that was abnormal.
But by now, they more or less understood.
After all, this was the unprecedented ‘Saint Son’, possessing the highest class Source Saint Mark—there was nothing more to say.
Remembering the sight from dawn—a delicate, dazzling face in a conservative sacred robe—was strangely enticing.
By now, they had replaced their morning training’s hot vests and shorts with their daily knight uniforms.
It was still the standard pure white church uniform, tight-fitting and flexible for combat, accented with gold patterns.
A single-sided cloak hung from their shoulders, lending a noble elegance.
Beneath the banyan tree, Lijie leaned boredly against the trunk.
Her snow-white skin, delicate features, and shimmering golden hair made the knight uniform seem tailored to her alone.
With a light breeze, Lijie stood with closed eyes, embodying the ‘Swordmaiden’ title.
“Lijie, do you think the Captain and that little imp are really off on a tryst? Does breakfast really take this long?”
Linda wore the same knight uniform, but on her tanned skin, it looked more like a wild bull draped in noble attire—still rustic, with no noble aura at all.
But noble elegance was innate, and Linda didn’t mind at all as she chatted with Lijie.
“They’re coming.”
Suddenly, Lijie opened her eyes and looked into the distance.