Chapter 154: From Princess to Knight

Sylvia finished speaking, and once again, all eyes turned to Roman.

The overwhelming pressure surged around Roman like a tidal wave.

He hesitated, looking at Sylvia, wondering if he should say something.

Did he need to speak?

Actually, this time he was overthinking it.

In the morning, people might still have had some worries, even after the Holy Throne had betrothed him to Milis.

But now?

With the Holy Throne’s arrangement, who would still care about this so-called Holy Son?

In fact, after the threat to their interests disappeared, people felt more pity for Roman.

Seeking benefit and avoiding harm is human nature—once there’s no interest at stake, kindness naturally takes over.

After all, besides material needs, spiritual needs are also important for humans.

While pitying Roman, they also gained a sense of moral satisfaction.

So Roman was utterly confused now.

Did people really change their faces so quickly?

“Child, you come up too.”

Sylvia smiled at him.

“Mm.”

Roman nodded.

After he spoke, he tilted his head slightly toward Milis and whispered, “Then, I’ll go over.”

Milis gave him a strange smile.

To outsiders, she seemed to lightly push Roman forward.

Those around them who wore aunt-like smiles didn’t see that as Milis’s hand dropped, she quietly slapped Roman’s butt.

Roman shivered in fright, glaring at Milis in displeasure before anxiously glancing around.

Fortunately, no one saw their little behind-the-scenes interaction.

Except for Rosetta, who had stepped forward.

Rosetta suppressed her awkward expression and, ignoring the surprised gazes of those around her, knelt on one knee with a hand to her chest in front of everyone.

She extended her right hand to Roman, then raised her face with a respectful expression.

“Your Highness, please.”

Tonight, Rosetta still wore luxurious, shining silver light armor, with a deep blue cape draping from her shoulders to the ground.

“Thank you…”

Although it wasn’t his first time, Roman still felt a bit shy as he placed his hand in Rosetta’s.

It felt… as if he were a princess from a fairy tale, and the woman before him was his guardian knight.

Rosetta gently closed her hand around his, standing behind Roman and guiding his small hand along the path parted by the crowd, bowing slightly.

In the eyes of those around them, every movement of the serving knight appeared upright and steadfast.

Rosetta’s cold face was full of respect and solemnity.

It’s worth mentioning that although Rosetta was low-key and serious, she was quite popular in the Holy City and even across the Continent.

Knights were the lowest rank among nobles, but the term also carried romantic connotations—countless epics about knights filled the class with unique noble romance.

An outstanding knight was not merely skilled in riding or battle; most came from noble families and were sent from a young age to study under another renowned knight.

As for the studies, they were countless—first, the memorization and learning of Cavalier’s Rite, then various disciplines including but not limited to Equestrianism, Swordsmanship, Lance Technique, Vocal Music, Instrumental Music, Poetry Recitation, Fine Arts, Hunting, and more.

Though Rosetta always seemed like an iron-willed woman on the outside, her intelligence, talent, and methods were never lacking—otherwise, why would Sylvia entrust her with such a great responsibility?

A character like a Knight King—placed in Roman’s previous world, she would be an unparalleled superstar, naturally attracting many admirers.

However, unlike those passionate knights, her personality and gifts determined her disciplined, restrained conduct.

Rather than being ostracized, this made her even more revered.

This also explained why people present were so shocked by Rosetta’s sudden actions, with a few seconds of silence turning into friendly whistles and good-natured teasing.

The knight in silver armor walked calmly through the parted crowd, and the ‘princess’ whose small hand she held was breathtakingly beautiful—unlike Rosetta’s coolness, Roman appeared much livelier, with every movement possessing a unique charm.

On the second floor, Rosalind rested her chin on her hand, looking down.

She found the scene below extremely interesting.

Looking up at Sylvia, who stood on stage smiling silently, Rosalind felt that things would only get more interesting from now on.

Rosetta led Roman by the hand onto the stage, then released his hand and stood to the side.

“Then, let the Captain complete the next part of the ceremony for Your Highness.”

Sylvia nodded to the side.

“Yes.”

Rosetta picked up the prepared uniform, Badge, Ceremonial Sword, and other items, handing them to Roman one by one.

“To witness Your Highness joining our Saint Key Knight Order with my own eyes—it’s a great honor.”

“Thank you, Captain. You’re very thoughtful.”

Roman accepted each item with a smile, responding politely.

Such a harmonious and beautiful scene naturally triggered thunderous applause from the crowd below.

However, as Sylvia surveyed the hall, she noticed that apart from a few who didn’t clap and seemed lost in thought, the expressions of those resigning themselves to fate were even more pronounced.

Idiots.

Sylvia thought indifferently.

Among the three major sequences, the most powerful for the upper echelons of the Cathedral was the Silver Guard, the most mysterious was the Heretic Tribunal, and while the Saint Key Knight Order was also formidable, its nature as a special force made it less authoritative and less mysterious than the Heretic Tribunal.

Furthermore, because Sylvia had given Rosetta unlimited power, others were unfamiliar with the hierarchy within the Saint Key Knight Order.

The ignorant fear nothing.

Lacking respect for the Saint Key Knight Order, they instinctively overlooked the significance of Sylvia placing Roman among them.

Milis was a General of the Silver Guard, but the vast, regimented Silver Guard had already splintered into numerous factions, crowded and fragmented.

In contrast, the knights of the Saint Key Knight Order were clearly more youthful and energetic than soldiers—though they competed fiercely, they were united as one, making their internal bonds hard for outsiders to comprehend.

In this way, Sylvia quietly planted an ‘Ordinary Seed’ within the Holy Light Church, silently hoping it would one day take root and grow into a towering tree.

“Captain, from now on, Your Highness is also a knight of the Cathedral. You’d better stop treating him like a princess.”

Sylvia teased Rosetta with a smile after the ceremony.

“I’ll keep the Holy Throne’s words in mind.”

Rosetta replied a bit awkwardly.

Seeing this, Sylvia nodded, raising both hands holding the scepter to the crowd.

“From here on, everyone—enjoy yourselves.”