Rosetta?
That boring old woman?
Millis was stunned when she heard the name, because she didn’t know how Roman could possibly know her.
Then her expression soured.
Like a cat ready to pounce, Roman’s words weren’t just spoken in anger.
In a certain sense, aside from her lower potential, Rosetta was an even better choice than herself in every other aspect.
A knight who observed propriety and virtue—rigid, yes, but entirely trustworthy as an ally.
Moreover, even though she was an old woman, Millis had to admit she was also a rare cold beauty—tall and strong.
But what angered her now wasn’t that.
It was…
“You know her?”
Millis pressed Roman’s cheek with a ghostly calm, staring at him intently.
“You don’t have to overthink it.”
Roman met her gaze without flinching.
“She’s been protecting me these days. Of course I know her.”
“Heh…”
Millis finally couldn’t suppress a cold laugh.
“So, you seduced her these days too?”
“I did not!”
Roman couldn’t accept such slander and protested angrily.
But Millis didn’t believe him, clicking her tongue in amazement.
“Unbelievable… Even that stone-faced woman was seduced by you…”
She truly admired Roman from the bottom of her heart now.
After all, the impression Rosetta left on her was deep—not just for her high status, but also because she was one of the few who could treat everyone equally, like an emotionless judge.
Just as Roman thought Millis was about to do something excessive, she unexpectedly let him go.
“Forget it.”
Millis spoke calmly.
“I know you were just angry. I won’t hold it against you.”
Roman, however, was speechless.
Your first reaction was clearly to slap him in anger.
While he was lost in thought, Millis suddenly reached out and patted his butt.
“Pa! Pa!”
With two crisp sounds, Roman’s face instantly turned red.
“You—”
“If calling me a pervert makes you feel better, then go ahead.”
Millis smiled.
Roman huffed and moved a few steps away from her, ignoring her.
Millis looked Roman up and down, then suddenly snorted.
“What are you laughing at?”
“That ceremonial outfit—who told you to wear it?”
“The Holy Throne.”
“Tsk, Mother’s tastes are as twisted as ever.”
She walked over to Roman and habitually straightened his clothes, which had become messy from their earlier scuffle.
However, her serious expression didn’t last long.
She couldn’t help but lean on Roman’s shoulder and laugh.
“W-what is it…?”
Millis’s laughter faded as she leaned close to Roman’s ear and whispered.
“You were tricked by Mother?”
Then she continued.
“She originally wanted me to wear this outfit too. I resisted after just one look. Later, I found out it was only the earliest ceremonial dress left by the Goddess. There have been several improved versions since then—you wouldn’t know.”
“The Goddess must have been quite the pervert herself.”
Touching the strap on Roman’s thigh, Millis said with slight distaste.
Lowering his head silently, Roman touched the tight strap cutting into his leg, his face burning as if about to burst.
“Ow.”
Millis pinched the strap on Roman’s thigh, pulling it out before letting go.
With a crisp snap, the sound of the strap striking flesh echoed clearly through the room.
“I’ll help you change into something else.”
Millis tugged at Roman’s strap again, speaking softly, finding it amusing.
At this moment, Millis seemed much more normal than before, but Roman, not knowing her personality, said nothing.
“Heh…”
Millis released Roman’s thigh and, with a resigned sigh, took his hand and led him toward the door.
“I’ll show you my room.”
With that, she pulled Roman along and opened the door.
***
“Greetings, Holy Throne.”
After everything ended in the Papal Palace, Sylvia returned.
The nun accompanying her knelt respectfully.
“What did that girl choose?” she asked.
Naturally, the girl referred to Luo Xiya.
She wanted Roman. Sylvia refused.
As per the usual process, she let the nun take her to choose a holy relic.
The nun remained kneeling, seemingly hesitant.
“Did she choose something interesting?”
Sylvia asked curiously.
“Mm, the Lily Countess chose that Demonic Blade.”
“The one forged from the Dragonbone of Time and Space?”
A hint of interest finally appeared in Sylvia’s violet eyes.
“Interesting.”
“If I recall, that Demonic Blade has a corrosive effect, doesn’t it?”
“Yes… It’s called a Demonic Blade because of its severe side effects—each use greatly diminishes the wielder’s lifespan in exchange for powerful time and space effects.”
“Tsk tsk.”
Sylvia propped her chin, thought for a moment, and spoke.
“Looks like that girl really hates me. Choosing that item is a blatant declaration to use it against me in the future.”
“…”
One had to admit, Sylvia’s casual words were dangerously provocative.
If these words spread, the Lily Countess’s life would be forfeit.
After all, being suspected of treason by the Holy Throne left no room for survival.
“I was just speaking casually. Don’t mind it.”
Sylvia added.
She wanted to see how that girl would deal with her in the future.
“Have they left?”
Sylvia asked again.
She was referring to whether Duchess Kelden had departed.
“They’ve already left,” the nun replied.
“Mm.”
Thinking about it, though she promised Roman he could leave freely, if he wanted to go after today, it would be awkward—she had no reason to stop him.
For children like that, long-term cultivation of trust is valuable.
Over time, even if you do something excessive, they’ll defend you.
While Sylvia was considering how to prevent Roman from wanting to leave, the nun suddenly spoke up.
“Holy Throne, Lady Catherine has written you a letter.”
Tsk…
She clicked her tongue inwardly.
This woman really couldn’t sit still.
Taking the letter, she scanned it up and down, her eyes narrowing in amusement.
“A timely rain indeed.”
Now Roman had a valid reason to stay longer in the Holy City.
Hm?…
“You may withdraw.”
She waved her hand.
“Yes.”
After the nun departed, another woman in a black-and-white nun’s habit entered.
Unlike before, this nun’s figure was extremely voluptuous—almost bewitching.
Even her ample chest trembled with each step.
“Greetings, Holy Throne.”
“Night Owl, you returned quickly.”
Facing this meritorious nun, Sylvia smiled with satisfaction.
Bianca bowed respectfully.
“Thank you for your concern, Holy Throne.”