In her memory, that dream had been especially vivid, and she had successfully remembered Roman’s face.
Thinking back now, was there ever a need to remember it so deliberately?
It had already been engraved deep into her bones.
This kind of ability, similar to a revelation, was actually imperfect.
Most of the time, what she saw was only one possible future.
So, even though Rosalind was trembling with excitement, she still held a skeptical attitude.
But even for a sliver of hope, she came here without hesitation.
She was about to face again the sister who always rode above her, seizing everything from her at will.
Even if the difference between them was now worlds apart, and perhaps the other had already forgotten she had a self-degraded sister, Rosalind would never forget the shadow that had loomed over her since childhood.
Now, did she still want to make up for the regrets she had never forgotten?
How could there be so many perfect resolutions in this world…
Rosalind narrowed her eyes, quietly calculating in her heart.
As for Maria, she too harbored ulterior motives, but her calculations were far less complicated than Rosalind’s.
The Holy Seal of Life possessed by Roman was a supreme tonic for her. She only wanted to use this opportunity to secretly form a connection with this Holy Child.
To put it plainly, her visit this time was simply out of greedy desire…
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In Milis’s room.
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Roman couldn’t understand why Milis, a girl showered in affection and born under a lucky star, would have such peculiar tastes.
She was not one of those little maids of the Lily Territory, branded with the mark of servitude from birth, whose innate nature could not be concealed no matter how easygoing Luo Xiya might be.
Yet Milis’s life was far from as beautiful as he had imagined.
As Lady Catherine had said, Milis was a pitiable person, orphaned, discriminated against because of the deformity in her left eye, never the perfect genius in body or mind. She was a poppy blooming in distortion.
In a sense, purely in terms of origin, Milis’s fate was even more tragic than Roman’s. Compared to Roman, she had even less reason to live.
She lived in confusion, encountered a Demonic Invasion, and then, in her final moment of despair, ignited the deepest fire within her.
In that instant, the fury accumulated in Milis’s heart had enough power to burn the world to ashes.
And indeed, during that Demonic Invasion, there was even a Lord-level monster with Saint-level magic within the demon army.
But under the Judgment Goldflame, it didn’t even have time to let out a howl of despair before being burned to nothing.
The Goldflame that Milis unleashed at that time was the purest ‘Judgement’, and to this day, she had never again displayed such power.
Compared to Milis, a true child of fate was someone like Luo Xiya.
Though inferior in extraordinary talent, she had never suffered any physical or mental flaws since childhood, and her perfect family background had shaped her unrestrained and free spirit.
“Are you angry because I insulted your mother just now?”
Milis rubbed her face against Roman’s chest in a cute, spoiled way.
“I said I was sorry, isn’t that enough～…”
Roman still didn’t speak, looking at Milis in silence, his expression complicated.
“Stingy.”
Milis grumbled.
“Fine, I’ll apologize properly then.”
Roman thought Milis had suddenly become serious, but Milis spoke bluntly: “I was wrong. My mother was the shameless one who seduced your mother first.”
Roman broke out in a cold sweat, instantly reaching out to cover Milis’s mouth.
Milis blinked, then stuck out her small fragrant tongue, drawing circles lightly on his palm.
“You can’t say things like that. If the Holy Throne heard, Milis would die of shame.”
“Then I won’t say it.”
Milis replied indifferently.
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Roman opened the wardrobe.
At a glance, it was filled with the same plain robes, so he didn’t bother choosing and just picked a brand new one.
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“There’s no need to change mine for a new one, just put on my clothes for me.”
“Wait a moment.”
Roman stared at the charm in Milis’s eyes as she looked back, finally realizing her intention…
“Roman.”
Milis grabbed his arm, as if there was something she wanted to say.
“Hmm?”
“In the future, I still want to…”