“Haa…”
After helping Luo Xiya get dressed, Roman finally let out a sigh of relief.
Draping a black, gold-embroidered one-shoulder cloak over herself, Luo Xiya looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror—dignified, radiant, exquisite.
She nodded in satisfaction.
Unless formal events required her to wear long gowns or evening dresses, Luo Xiya generally preferred tight, elastic outfits.
They were more comfortable and made it easier to move if something unexpected happened.
She casually fastened a slender sword to her waist and then looked at Roman standing behind her in the mirror.
Suddenly, an ambiguous smile appeared on her face as she turned around.
“Want me to wipe your face?”
She took out a handkerchief and leaned in to sniff him.
Under the morning sunlight, the dampness on Roman’s tender skin was clearly visible.
He stared wide-eyed at her, lips tightly pressed together, as if too embarrassed to speak.
“If you won’t say no, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Luo Xiya gently wiped the side of his face with the handkerchief.
“Is there a place to wash up?”
It took several seconds before he finally snapped out of it, turning his face away and asking coldly.
Luo Xiya blinked awkwardly.
Was he really mad?
“Wait.”
She stopped Roman from walking away, placing her hands on his shoulders.
“Elise told me you have a transcendent talent. One that goes from low rank to high?”
“No idea.”
Roman hadn’t paid much attention to Elise’s words after that day.
After being captured and brought to the auction, his body had been examined thoroughly.
If he really were a historic anomaly who defied all known limits, there’s no way he would’ve been auctioned.
He’d have been secretly locked away and used for experiments long ago.
“Let me examine your body.”
Luo Xiya guided Roman to face away from her, placing him with his back toward her.
“My Sacred Seal is a high-rank one, called Mental Deconstruction. It allows me to push both mental and physical states to their theoretical limits, and also grants immunity to all mind-affecting attacks.”
After saying that, she leaned close to Roman’s shoulder with a deliberately mysterious air, speaking like she was sharing a love-struck secret.
“And my Seal… can be used on others too.”
Roman glanced at her clinging to his shoulder, thinking how fast her demeanor (or bottom line?) had shifted.
Yesterday she’d been posturing like a righteous gentleman, and now she was practically a golden retriever—clingy, touchy, and refusing to let go.
“Of course those auction house bastards wouldn’t think that way about you.”
Luo Xiya seemed to catch on to what he was thinking and offered an explanation.
“You know, the Church’s codex is man-made. Any Seal that’s been seen before gets recorded in it. There are tens of thousands of low-rank Seals. Do you think those lazy fools had time to give you a full evaluation?”
“In their minds, it’s already a given that men can only awaken low-rank Seals. They were probably just saving the ‘surprise’ for the buyers—to make it seem more mysterious and valuable.”
“So…” Luo Xiya’s hand slowly slid down from Roman’s shoulder—taking his clothing with it.
The delicate, snowy white of his shoulders and the graceful line of his shoulder blades finally revealed themselves in the sunlight.
Luo Xiya swallowed, trying her best not to get distracted by everything else, focusing on the Sacred Seal on his back.
Because it had not yet undergone an Awakening Ceremony, the Seal was incomplete—only fragments were visible.
One had to place their hand on it to sense its true shape.
Roman stopped speaking.
He could sense that Luo Xiya’s attitude had turned fully serious.
If he could’ve looked behind him, he would’ve seen her ocean-blue eyes deepen into a piercing azure, as invisible magical vortices gathered around her.
That energy suddenly flowed into Roman’s body—and the world before his eyes began to change.
The sensation was intoxicating, making him feel omnipotent.
The flow of the world seemed to slow down in his vision, and even the traces of the wind brushing past could be seen with perfect clarity.
So powerful…
So this is the power of a high-rank Sacred Seal?
Roman was stunned.
It was his first time experiencing the supernatural force of this world—an utterly unimaginable strength.
Luo Xiya’s Mental Deconstruction was enough to make someone as frail as him feel this powerful.
It was hard to imagine how terrifying she must be when using that Seal on herself.
But from Luo Xiya’s perspective, she was the one who had been utterly shaken.
A radiant, magnificent flower bloomed across Roman’s back, etched in lines of platinum light.
If she remembered correctly, when she first awakened her Sacred Seal, the glow had been the exact same color as Roman’s.
The quality of a Sacred Seal is determined by the hue of the glowing patterns around it—murky gray for low rank, pure silver for mid rank, and noble platinum for high rank.
An unbelievable result, and yet—on Roman—it somehow felt fitting.
Luo Xiya ended her use of Mental Deconstruction, her expression shifting unpredictably.
It wasn’t jealousy. It was concern for Roman.
This was something she would have to discuss carefully with Elise.
Even as a Countess of the Aingloran Empire, there was no guarantee she could protect Roman if word got out.
“Do you have a result?”
Roman asked casually as he neatly smoothed out his long hair.
“Not yet. I’ll need to consult a few more sources,”
Luo Xiya replied.
“Mm.”
Roman nodded, reaching for the clothing that had fallen to his waist, intending to put it back on.
Luo Xiya moved quickly, grabbing his wrist before he could.
“What now?”
Roman asked, turning to look at her.
“Since I brought you back from the auction, you ought to contribute a little now that you’re in my territory, right?”
Luo Xiya spoke with a light, persuasive tone.
His cheeks flushed slightly.
Roman wasn’t someone who’d freeload without working, but he genuinely didn’t know what role he could serve in a place like this.
“How about this, then.”
Luo Xiya coaxed.
“You tell me what you’re good at, and I’ll help find something for you to do.”
“Alright…”
Roman had been self-sufficient from a young age and naturally had a wide skillset.
He could rattle off a whole list without thinking.
As he mentioned things like cleaning, cooking, massage, and more, Luo Xiya’s smile slowly grew more pronounced.
She picked out a brand-new maid uniform from the wardrobe and promptly made the decision.
“Originally, Elise was my personal maid, but now she’s too busy managing all the younger girls. She doesn’t have time to look after me anymore.”
Roman began to suspect what she was getting at.
“So, from now on, you’ll be my personal maid—well, personal maid (male?)!”
Once Roman put on the black-and-white lace-trimmed maid dress, Luo Xiya couldn’t stop staring at him.
Her eyes lingered on him with a silent gulp, and her heart itched.
There might not be a concept of “uniform kink” in this world—but Luo Xiya was unquestionably experiencing the joy of one now.
Gazing at Roman’s long, silver-white hair, a sudden thought came to her.
Her mind’s powerful processing instantly conjured up a new image.
Would twin tails look even better on this maid?
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