“Is everyone afraid?”
Sylvia asked calmly.
Her voice, transmitted through Magic Power, echoed in the sky for a long time.
The noisy uproar instantly quieted down.
“Are you afraid this child will bring unpredictable developments to the world as it is now? After all, his existence is indeed unprecedented.”
“Are you afraid that more beings like him will appear in the future, changing the balance of the Continent?”
“I guess you think someone like him must be a heretic, and should be eliminated immediately, right?”
The more she spoke, the tighter she held Roman’s hand, comforting him not to worry, telling him to leave everything to her.
“A Holy Child? Such a thing shouldn’t exist?!”
Sylvia’s cold voice echoed for a long time.
No one dared to respond.
Because she had voiced almost everyone’s thoughts.
And her tone was filled with anger and mockery, which frightened them even more, making them quickly choose silence.
After all, today’s Holy Throne was nothing like the ones from the past.
Sylvia’s ruthlessness was notorious—not only towards the Supernatural Beings of the Black Rose Empire, but even those who dared to defy her would have their heads separated from their bodies and thrown onto the square before the people, even if they were kings.
The Heretic Tribunal was not always a primary organization, but after she took power, she decisively reused these Apostles in the shadows, spreading them across the Continent as her eyes and ears.
Only when they had legitimate reasons and a strong majority did they dare to resist.
Yet with even a slight change in Sylvia’s expression, their resolve crumbled.
There was no helping it. Sylvia was no gentle sheep like those before her, and she never hid the fact that she was a man-eating tiger.
If she wanted to kill, she truly would.
“It seems you have all forgotten who on the Yanglight Continent is truly supreme and untouchable.”
Sylvia sighed.
The nobles remained silent.
Was she referring to herself?
“Do you think I’m introducing myself?”
Sylvia chuckled.
She looked as if she were telling a joke, but to those below, it sent chills down their spines.
“The all-knowing and all-powerful Goddess Fara is the supreme existence of the Yanglight Continent.”
“It was She who granted us authority, so we could explore the path of the supernatural through the Sacred Seal. It was Her granting of power that created everything we possess now.”
“Now, Her child has come to this world, and She specially gave me a revelation to find him no matter what.”
She lifted Roman’s chin, revealing his pure and flawless face to the crowd.
First, people were captivated by his beauty, then they noticed the white flower replacing his right eye.
It was almost funny.
At the auction, the nobles had assumed Roman was a slave, and his missing right eye was seen as some kind of sensual curiosity.
Now, Sylvia declared Roman to be the Holy Child of Lady Fara.
When they looked at Roman again, they felt only awe, not daring to question him.
Sylvia held Roman’s hand and, together, descended to the ground.
Walking toward the crowd with Roman in tow, Sylvia spoke quietly.
“‘Life’ is the fundamental law of Lady Fara, and the Sacred Seal granted to Roman is the Holy Mark of Life.”
Looking at the now silent crowd, Sylvia spoke one last time.
“Does anyone have anything left to say?”
She glanced around.
No one dared meet her eyes.
Finally, she smiled in satisfaction.
“It seems no one has any objections. Good. That makes things simple.”
She patted Roman on the shoulder.
Roman blinked and snapped out of his daze.
“Go do what you wanted to do earlier.”
She paused, then added softly.
“Millis is actually more seriously injured.”
Roman hesitated for a moment, then let go of Sylvia’s hand.
He turned away, ignoring Sylvia’s advice, and walked toward Luo Xiya.
This time, he didn’t lower his head, but stared straight at her.
Luo Xiya held her right arm, swallowing nervously.
Looking at Roman’s battered yet elegant appearance, she realized he looked even more beautiful and lively than when they parted.
Now, Roman seemed much more mature.
Compared to the fragile figure that once stirred pity, the Roman standing before her now was more likely to inspire a desire to conquer.
Looking at her own bedraggled appearance, she suddenly felt ashamed.
“You…”
“Does it hurt?”
Luo Xiya’s words caught in her throat.
Roman suddenly quickened his pace, came to her side, and grasped the hand supporting her arm.
His left eye, that of a normal human, reflected heartbreaking compassion.
He lifted Luo Xiya’s right arm and, without reservation, released his Magic Power, repairing her broken body.
“This is…”
At the side, Grand Duke Veronica was seeing Roman’s Sacred Seal for the first time.
Her bloodshot eyes stared blankly at his movements.
The glowing green Revival Magic enveloped Luo Xiya’s right arm.
The blood was contained within, and new flesh and skin grew along where her right arm had once been.
This…
Luo Xiya stared in amazement at the scene before her.
She only returned to her senses when Roman, smiling, grasped her newly grown right hand.
The new arm was as white and delicate as a baby’s, completely mismatched with her ragged appearance, almost laughably so.
For those nearby, the sight of a severed limb restored was even more miraculous, even holy.
Not only Grand Duke Veronica, but the surrounding nobles stared at Roman, their hidden resistance gradually fading.
Many of them may not have revered the Goddess Fara—after all, She had become a legend from long ago—but all of them feared Fara, because the Holy Light Church she left behind was filled with her most devoted ‘fanatics’.
If Roman’s Sacred Seal truly was ‘Life’, then none dared say more.
“Don’t move around.”
Roman said, displeased.
He was about to heal the minor wounds on Luo Xiya as well when he suddenly felt a force from behind.
A sweet scent filled his mouth, with a faint taste of blood.
He made a show of pushing Luo Xiya’s chest away, but after awkwardly bouncing back, he stopped resisting.
Luo Xiya’s arm wrapped around his waist and slid up his body, stroking his bare back and neck exposed to the air, finally cupping his face.
How nostalgic…
With Roman’s lips in hers, Luo Xiya looked intoxicated, like a weary traveler savoring a fresh spring.
Her wounds gradually healed.
Grand Duke Veronica, at last, let out a breath of relief—then immediately felt rather embarrassed.
Glancing at the grim-faced Holy Throne, she coughed, wanting to say something.