Roman slowly opened his eyes.
A familiar ceiling, the sweet and heady scent of a mature woman lingering around him, and the smooth, silky texture brushing against his skin.
He reached out to touch, he was completely naked, lying on the bed.
Instinctively tightening the quilt around him, Roman pulled the edge up to cover half his face.
He turned over, wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, still dazed and confused.
Was that… a wet dream just now?
Roman thought slowly.
Is this what Luo Xiya meant by a rebirth?
Even now, everything felt surreal.
His whole body was limp, and his lower abdomen was sore and exhausted.
In that dream, he was like a flipped phoenix, utterly powerless to resist, and in the end, he even…
The more he thought about it, the tighter he wrapped the quilt around himself, eventually burying his whole head under the covers.
“Little Roman, you’re awake?”
A sweet and gentle voice came from outside the blanket.
Roman instantly jolted awake, poking his head out.
Not far away, Lady Catherine rose slowly from her seat, her beautiful eyes lighting up with surprise.
“Did the ritual go smoothly?”
Roman’s weak voice came out soft and delicate, so tender it made one’s heart itch.
Lady Catherine kept a calm expression, but inside, she was nervous and stirred…
Watching Roman stare straight at her, she suddenly felt a bit afraid.
Especially after the first time, reactions afterward were often more intense.
Recalling that healthy, potent scent, it was beyond doubt that Roman had truly been a virgin.
This made Lady Catherine remember her own husband, a prince of the Aingloran Empire, who hadn’t even wanted to touch her hand on their wedding day.
Only after multiple attempts did she learn he had lost that ability long ago, and his personality was rather strange.
Because of that, she had never borne children, and her misplaced maternal instincts ended up being poured entirely onto her sister’s daughter, Luo Xiya.
Over the years, their relationship had been polite and distant, more like unfamiliar acquaintances who simply didn’t find each other unpleasant.
After what happened last night, though she maintained a composed appearance, she was deeply uneasy inside, afraid that Roman might have realized what she did.
But Roman was staring at her for another reason, he suddenly felt the woman in his dream had a body very similar to Lady Catherine’s.
That voluptuous figure, the slender waist, it was a body made for pleasure.
Recalling the experience of doing that in the dream felt like being wrapped in soft, sweet marshmallows, leaving him craving more, wishing he could dig deeper into that watery cave and never stop.
In the dream, he had never seen the woman’s face clearly, but now, looking at Lady Catherine, those big, charming, innocent eyes, the deep and seductive facial contours, her straight nose and plump red lips, it was like the dream woman and her had merged into one.
“Of course it went smoothly. You can get up and see for yourself,” Lady Catherine replied, quickly shifting the topic.
Roman remembered how, before falling asleep, Catherine had drawn many arcane markings on his body.
He slowly sat up and pulled the quilt aside.
His skin was still as smooth and flawless as ever.
Aside from his previously frail body now seeming a bit stronger, there didn’t appear to be any obvious changes.
Roman looked down in confusion, and suddenly noticed his vision had inexplicably improved.
He looked around the room, everything was in sharp detail.
The “right eye” that had once been considered a flaw now felt like a true part of his body.
Lady Catherine pursed her lips and moved closer, gently sitting at the edge of the bed, her voice warm as she began to guide him.
“Try channeling the magic in your body.”
“Channel magic?”
“I’ll help you get used to it first.”
As she spoke, Catherine placed her palm on Roman’s shoulder.
A miraculous scene unfolded, countless threads of light slowly lit up along Roman’s skin, forming circuit-like pathways across his body.
It was as if a seal had been broken in his mind, waves of information surged forth, helping him comprehend the mysteries embedded in his Sacred Seal.
From Catherine’s perspective, a platinum-engraved flower bloomed on Roman’s back.
With his silver-white hair cascading down, she was suddenly reminded of a certain rumor from the Church.
She shook her head, unwilling to believe such far-fetched tales, and chose to ignore it.
Roman’s current magic reserves couldn’t withstand the strain.
In less than five minutes, the glowing lines dimmed and faded.
He opened his eyes, feeling as if he had just run a ten-kilometer race. His entire body ached, completely drained of energy, and he collapsed straight into Lady Catherine’s arms.
That sensation, just like in his dream, was like falling onto cotton, soft and strangely sensual.
Lady Catherine supported Roman by his shoulders, her full, supple breasts cushioning his fall.
“Do you know what your Sacred Seal is?” she asked gently.
“It’s ‘Life,’” Roman answered weakly.
The Sacred Seal Codex contained an unspoken but widely acknowledged rule, the broader the meaning a Seal represented, the higher its tier.
Luo Xiya’s “Cognitive Disassembly” was an unusual exception.
Mental-type Seals were more powerful the more deeply they were specialized.
“A priest-related Seal, perhaps?” Catherine mused.
Every Sacred Seal served as the foundation of one’s supernatural path.
Luo Xiya had chosen the sharp, sword-based route of the “Blade Dancer,” while Catherine’s foundational Seal, “Radiant Stone,” led her down the path of a “Star Mage.”
Roman’s near-perfect foundational Seal meant he had an overwhelming number of potential choices, almost limitless.
“Let’s not worry about all that for now. Get up and eat something. The Awakening Ceremony consumes a lot of strength. Here, let me help you.”
Catherine supported him as she offered the suggestion.
Roman quietly pulled the edge of the blanket to cover his sensitive area and hesitantly said, “Could you bring me some clothes first?”
Only then did Catherine realize Roman was still completely naked. Blushing, she went to the wardrobe.
Fortunately, Luo Xiya had left many spare clothes in her room.
Of course, they were all girl’s clothes.
Catherine picked a simple, elegant nightgown.
After hesitating for a moment, she also grabbed a pair of smooth, silky panties.
Then she faced a new problem, Roman, drained of magic, had no strength to make any large movements…
Silently lifting the bedsheet, she was suddenly greeted by something standing tall, almost poking her in the face.
A hot, youthful scent hit her nose, faintly mixed with Roman’s own body fragrance.
The mature noblewoman was momentarily dazed. Hadn’t he just released not long ago?
With no real concept of a young man’s stamina, she stared blankly in disbelief.
Roman awkwardly pulled the sheet down.
“During the ritual… I had a strange dream, so my body’s still a bit sensitive. Could you please give me some privacy? I’ll dress myself.”