Luo Xiya rubbed her eyes, at first genuinely thinking she had seen it wrong.
But after focusing again, this time she could confirm it completely.
The boy standing beside the Holy Throne, always with his head lowered, was Roman…
After all, she had only lost her arm, not her eyes.
That brilliant silver hair, almost reaching his waist, was the most obvious feature.
Not to mention the body shape that had already been deeply engraved in her memory, and his habitual gesture of intertwining his ten fingers.
He lowered his head—was it because he didn’t want to see her?
Luo Xiya thought gloomily.
She didn’t even think first about why Roman would appear here, but instead wanted to ask why he lowered his head and refused to look at her.
However, such thoughts were fleeting for Luo Xiya.
She immediately understood that Roman must have some unspeakable reason.
A supreme existence.
She looked at Sylvia beside Roman with unwavering determination—the Pope of the Holy Light Church, the current Holy Throne of the Yanglight Continent.
Under her sacred robe, her hand firmly held Roman’s, clasping that small hand that once belonged only to her, feeling Roman’s warmth, inhaling his tempting scent.
Looking again at the clothes Roman was wearing now, the attire on his body, Luo Xiya nearly blacked out with anger.
The thin, close-fitting white robe almost perfectly displayed his slender figure.
That was still tolerable, but when Luo Xiya saw the empty white suspender stockings hanging on Roman’s lower body—looking incomparably ethereal and alluring—her once calm heart immediately showed signs of imbalance, even more intense than at the brink of a life-and-death duel.
Just imagine—your wife, who was fine before, now suddenly standing beside another woman in clothing that seemed like something she’d wear only at night while lost in a sea of tenderness.
And that woman was the Holy Throne she once most revered and worshipped—a being so terrifyingly supreme that even if she watched her put a green hat on her with Roman and play out all sorts of perverted elder scenarios right before her eyes, she could only watch in horror.
Fortunately, all the above was just Luo Xiya’s trash imagination.
Once she calmed down, she decisively discarded these thoughts.
Obviously, the Holy Throne had learned from someone’s betrayal that Roman was the Saint Child she was searching for, and took him away decisively while Luo Xiya was away.
Thinking of this, the anxiety in her heart deepened.
If the Holy Throne wanted to take Roman away, she would definitely clash with Auntie…
She could only pray that Auntie didn’t act recklessly at that time—going against the Holy Throne would have unimaginable consequences.
What she didn’t know was that saying Lady Catherine merely resisted was putting it mildly.
One could say she fundamentally offended the Holy Throne in every way, crossing and grinding against her bottom line repeatedly.
If not for their past friendship and for the fact that, after Lainie’s death, her killing intent had greatly subsided, Lady Catherine would have been in real danger that night.
Holding her arm, Luo Xiya stared at Roman for a long time.
Those once weak eyes gradually reignited with fighting spirit…
***
On the high platform above.
Sylvia maintained her silence, waiting as the surrounding voices of debate grew louder with time, then, faced with her silence and helplessness, gradually faded.
Yet, even if they feared her authority, after the silence their gazes remained locked on her and Roman, demanding an explanation.
As for the crowds below, the clamor and discussions continued, their attention not yet focused on them.
Sylvia decided to settle these people first.
“You all question me so much—I’m curious.”
She swept her gaze over them, sneering coldly.
“What is your intent?”
“I made it clear long ago that Goddess Fara inspired me to search for a Saint Child. I may not have explained it in detail, but did you not know?”
“Now that the Saint Child has been found, you instead question me. What? Because I didn’t negotiate with you beforehand, I exposed Roman to the public, and didn’t share this ‘great fortune’ with you—now you want to pressure me with your faces and complaints?”
Facing the cathedral’s upper echelons, Sylvia’s demeanor shifted from the gentleness shown to Roman to a cold and forceful interrogation, silencing them all.
They could sense the murderous intent intermittently radiating from Sylvia.
Her icy gaze swept over faces that were usually kindly, solemn, or calm—now, under her gaze, all lowered their heads in shame.
“Hmph.”
Sylvia knew their submission was only temporary, but it was enough.
Roman’s appearance today would directly shape the balance of power.
Once the momentum was established, what could these people possibly stir up?
Her cold fingers caressed the Sacred Seal on Roman’s back, making Roman shift uneasily.
“Next, it’s your turn.”
Sylvia said softly.
In front of the entire Continent, she stood with her back to the crowd, her hand resting on Roman’s bare back.
On the surface, she remained calm and dignified; Roman still looked pure and delicate.
A strange thrill rose in her heart.
Sylvia finally realized her subconscious actions were inappropriate in this situation, and quietly withdrew her hand from Roman’s back.
Looking down once more, Sylvia embraced Roman lightly, facing the envoys from all parts of the Continent and the local residents.
Her voice, no longer cold and dignified, became passionate and powerful.
“Are you all very confused as to why I say the Cathedral will have an additional Saint Child?”
“Perhaps some even noticed the ambiguity in my words, questioning the meaning of ‘Saint Child’.”
Aside from the meaning of the Goddess’s son, Saint Child could also mean a simple child.
“Now, I can tell you all clearly.”
“This child was originally named Roman, and he still bears that name—but from now on, he will also carry the surname of the Sacred Family Odeshu Fanke.”
Her greatest dream had once been to let Lainie truly become her ‘person’, and to share in the glory of the Sacred Family Odeshu Fanke.
Unexpectedly, this wish was never fulfilled for Lainie, but instead, it landed on Lainie’s child.
“In addition, he is a pure boy through and through.”
With this sentence, the previously calm crowd erupted into uproar—voices of confusion and even protest surged forth like a tide.
The current class structure of the Yanglight Continent largely stemmed from Goddess Fara’s partiality toward girls, and men’s natural limits were set from birth, leading this world to become one dominated by women.
Now, their Holy Throne told them that the first boy in history possessing a Source Saint Mark had appeared in this world?
What did this mean?
It meant an infinite future of uncertainty and ensuing fear.
Roman felt the overwhelming negative emotions rushing toward him—anger, rejection, and resistance—all directed at him.
His head hung even lower.
He liked peaceful and tranquil lives, and hated such baseless malice.
He didn’t want to hurt others, and naturally didn’t want to be shrouded in these negative emotions for no reason.
At this moment, he instinctively developed a sense of rejection toward the Holy City.