Sylvia publicly announced the marriage of Roman and Milis, and before either of them could say anything, she forcefully teleported them into the Papal Palace.
Milis was still holding Roman’s hand.
After landing, she noticed Roman’s unsteady steps and absent look, so she quietly wrapped her arm around his waist to keep him from falling.
Staring at Roman’s delicate and beautiful profile, Milis felt a moment of daze.
According to Mother’s will, from now on, he would be…
“Thank you.”
Kind-hearted Roman instinctively thanked Milis.
Hearing Roman’s polite words, Milis raised her eyebrows and then smiled slightly.
“Thank you?”
She tightened her hold around Roman’s waist, and with a bit of force, Roman leaned onto her shoulder.
With her other hand, she lifted Roman’s chin, moved closer, and whispered softly:
“Still being polite with me?”
Mother is really something.
She arranged my marriage without even asking for my consent.
But now that it’s come to this, I’ll just reluctantly try to get along with you.
Milis blew a gentle breath on Roman’s face, making him tremble and close his eyes.
So cute.
Milis thought silently.
She turned her gaze, roughly guessing why Roman had been distracted just now.
It was only natural to recall that morning when Roman came out of Luo Xiya’s boudoir, clothes disheveled, flushed with spring excitement.
That was the aftermath of being watered by the spring wind, and the person who took his first time was also that Luo Xiya.
At the same time, she was also the one who stepped over Milis to seize the final victory today.
The faint smile on Milis’s face slowly faded.
Her extreme nature meant that once she was stimulated, her thoughts would spiral into the most radical directions.
Like now—full of malice—she wondered if she was putting a hat on Luo Xiya or wearing the old shoes Luo Xiya had already used.
She looked at the boy so close, granted to her by her mother, and wondered if her mother was pitying her, or maybe helping her get revenge in this way.
Shaking her head, Milis dismissed the thought as too childish for Sylvia. What was she even thinking?
“Did you understand what Mother said today?”
Milis gently asked, holding Roman’s shoulder.
Roman closed his eyes in silence.
After a while, seeing that Milis also remained quiet, he couldn’t help but open his eyes, casting a resentful glance at her.
“Alright, alright, I know you saved me today~”
Milis patted Roman’s head.
“So, did you understand what Mother said today?”
“……”
“Hehe.”
Seeing Roman’s feigned ignorance, Milis’s frustration vanished, and she spoke straightforwardly.
“What Mother meant is that from now on…”
She leaned close to Roman’s ear.
“You’re my little husband~”
A malicious, irrepressible laughter followed.
“Are you ready for the days of serving me?”
Hearing Milis’s unabashed teasing, Roman finally summoned his courage and pushed her aside.
“In your dreams!”
“Don’t believe it?”
Milis shrugged indifferently, ignoring Roman’s resistance.
“Right now, you’re considered the Holy Child of the Holy Light Church, aren’t you?”
At this point, Milis asked curiously:
“I didn’t report you, so who could have discovered you…”
“Forget it.”
She said at last, unconcerned.
After all, if not for Roman, she would have been the clown today.
“All I can tell you is, accepting this established fact is best for you. If you can’t, it doesn’t matter, because it’ll only add to your pain.”
Step by step, she backed Roman into a corner, reasoning with him seriously.
“The Holy Throne also promised me they wouldn’t restrict my freedom!”
“That’s only under the premise that your safety can be guaranteed.”
Milis finally pinned Roman against the wall, her hand on the side of his head, her pretty face closing in.
“Marrying me is both reasonable and logical. Otherwise, with a new Holy Child appearing out of nowhere, who would succeed the Holy Throne—you or me?”
“I have no complaints about you, but for those useless noble mothers, even the possibility of a boy being a Holy Throne successor is unbearable.”
“That’s why the Holy Throne uses this method to calm them, making it clear that you can only belong to me in the future.”
“As for marrying you off to that lily Countess? Heh…”
Milis couldn’t help but laugh at her own words.
“Let’s not even talk about whether she’s worthy. Even if she did get you, could she keep you?”
“What do you mean?”
Roman frowned in confusion.
“She’s just a Countess. Even if she succeeds Duchess Kelden and becomes a Duke in the future, that’s still something to come. Besides, even a Duke isn’t qualified to marry the Holy Child of the Church. In Saint City, those so-called nobles are already considered inferior.”
Nobility, inferior?
It sounded contradictory, yet in Saint City, it was true.
“Do you know? In the Church, anyone above the rank of Bishop voluntarily gives up their noble status and devotes themselves as a Bishop of the Church.”
“Because, at a certain level, noble titles become burdens. As for the Cardinals above them, they can bestow titles as they please and would never care about a mere Duke.”
“At this point, only extraordinary power counts. The reason Duchess Kelden still holds some status is because she’s a Domain Transcendent—much stronger than those useless gluttons.”
“Unless Luo Xiya can become a Domain Transcendent in a very short time, she’ll never be qualified to marry you, let alone protect you.”
Milis played with Roman’s silvery hair, leaned in to smell it, and showed a satisfied expression.
“So, your only choice in Saint City is to rely on me. From now on, obey me, and serve me every day. That’s what you should focus on.”
Seeing Milis becoming increasingly audacious, Roman finally bit his silver teeth and retorted coldly.
“You think you’re the only option? So confident?”
“Mm, what else?”
Milis replied as if it were natural.
Roman shot back:
“You’re just an Upper Transcendent. Why should I choose to rely on you?”
“Frankly, most of your prestige comes from the Holy Throne’s trust. You’re like a child who hasn’t been weaned!”
“If I were to depend on someone, wouldn’t Rosetta Captain be a better choice?”
“She’s a real Domain Transcendent, the Holy Throne’s most trusted knight, and far more courteous than you. In every way, she’s more trustworthy.”
After Roman’s words, Milis was instantly furious.
“……”
She instinctively wanted to slap him in anger, then narrowed her eyes.
“Why bring her up? Don’t tell me…”
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