“Shall we go down?”
Supporting Milis’s shoulder, Roman asked softly.
“Otherwise, what do you think.”
Milis glared at him resentfully.
With her current state, if she forced herself to dance with Roman again, she would definitely make a big joke out of it.
He helped Milis out of the ballroom and placed her on an empty chair.
While Milis was resting with her eyes closed, she suddenly felt Roman place something in front of her.
Forcing herself to maintain the noble demeanor of the Saintess, Milis pressed her forehead and slowly opened her eyes, immediately seeing Roman sitting in front of her with a plate full of food.
“You used up so much energy, you must be hungry, right?”
Roman smiled as he placed a Wings Root in front of her.
Milis pursed her lips and turned her face away arrogantly.
But Roman directly forced the Wings Root into her mouth.
“You…”
Milis had no choice but to eat, glaring at Roman the entire time.
Chewing and swallowing the food, Milis regained some energy and then suddenly looked at Roman’s gentle face in front of her.
“The things you did to me, did you learn them yourself?”
She asked with an indifferent attitude, but in fact, she cared a lot in her heart.
“What things?”
Roman silently poured the Wine out of his glass and replaced it with Juice, his mind not immediately catching up.
What things?
Naturally, it was those things Roman did to train her.
Milis propped her head and glanced sideways at Roman, reaching out to lightly kick him.
“You know what things~”
She raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at Roman.
This foxy, shy yet seductive expression finally brought Roman back to his senses. He lowered his head, sipping Juice, his face flushing a bit.
However, as his face reddened, Milis’s seductive expression faded away.
“Of course not. Someone else taught me.”
“Luo Xiya?”
“Mm.”
Hearing Roman’s honest reply and seeing his shy face, Milis grabbed the Ham nearby and took a fierce bite.
She suddenly regretted asking, feeling like she was just making herself suffer.
Thinking of that bright spring morning, then looking at Roman’s expression now, any random imagination brought up all sorts of discordant images.
“Be careful not to choke.”
Roman looked worriedly at Milis swallowing big bites and couldn’t help but show concern.
Unbeknownst to him, his current actions were only fueling Milis’s inner fire.
“Tsk.”
With the evil fire rising, Milis wanted to pull Roman into some reckless actions, but suddenly she felt a wave of unease and turned around.
A silver-white figure happened to envelop the two of them.
Rosetta stood straight, her expression respectful as she placed a hand on her chest and nodded to the two of them.
“Do you need something?”
In front of outsiders, Milis restrained her usual attitude toward Roman and spoke with her usual cool and polite demeanor.
“Um… I have something to discuss with Your Highness Roman.”
Rosetta hesitated for a moment before continuing.
“I wonder if Your Highness would have time to dance a song with me?”
The corner of Milis’s mouth twitched unnaturally. She was just about to help Roman refuse, but Roman took the initiative to place his hand in Rosetta’s.
“Alright.”
After standing up, Roman smiled.
Milis could only give up, watching the two walk toward the ballroom. Besides feeling a little stuffy, she didn’t feel much else.
Roman had just been awarded the title of Knight, and now his superior took the initiative to help him solidify his status.
If she pulled Roman back just because she was unhappy, it would be a bit too selfish.
This was also the benefit of accumulated reputation; Milis didn’t doubt Rosetta at all.
After all, Rosetta couldn’t suddenly become a lustful woman.
Her unprecedented invitation to dance was undoubtedly an effort to support Roman so he wouldn’t be looked down upon by those around them.
If it were that Aunt Rosalind, she would never let Roman go no matter what.
Sure enough, as Rosetta held Roman’s small hand and the two walked into the ballroom, Roman felt all kinds of gazes from those around them.
With Rosetta’s status, her every move was the focus of everyone present.
Her initiative to invite Roman to dance was not without meaning—it was full of political significance.
It was a warning to those women with little thoughts: Even if His Highness was just an ordinary Knight of the Saint Key Knight Order, with her, he was much more.
If even she treated His Highness with such respect, who among them would dare gossip behind their backs?
After entering the ballroom, many partners made way for the two, showing them friendly smiles.
Standing still, Roman let Rosetta hold his hand, waiting for the music to begin.
As the melody started, Rosetta raised her eyebrows slightly.
Unlike the elegant and gentle waltz from before, this time the music was a passionate and lively type.
Roman glanced at Rosetta and asked, seeing her hesitating.
“I’m not very familiar with this kind of dance. Can you lead me?”
“Whatever you wish.”
Rosetta finally snapped out of it, holding Roman’s hand and wrapping an arm around his waist.
This time, Roman surprisingly didn’t feel any awkwardness.
Because Rosetta was wearing that full silver-white armor, even if they leaned together, chest to chest, there was no sensation.
This made Roman much more relaxed. He obediently rested his face against Rosetta’s chest, letting her lead him in the dance.
He didn’t mind, but Rosetta felt a little uncomfortable…
All around was the faint, fresh scent of Roman, sweet and alluring.
Roman pressed against her chest could only feel the cold, hard armor, but Rosetta could clearly sense Roman’s soft and tempting body, his slender waist sliding in her hand with the rhythm of the dance, tempting her at every moment.
Roman was always a bit dull about his own charm, especially with the inexplicable sense of trust he had for Rosetta, so he felt nothing and immersed himself fully in the joy of dancing.
In a way, the favor Rosetta gave him was even stronger than Luo Xiya’s at the beginning.
After all, Luo Xiya was just a buyer back then, while Rosetta was truly a Knight in the most genuine sense, saving him from the Witch’s trap without harm.
That feeling of being rescued from desperate straits was enough for Roman to remember for a lifetime, not to mention Rosetta’s character afterward made him trust her even more.
As the music reached its climax, Roman became more absorbed, while Rosetta grew increasingly conflicted.
“Ah.”
With flushed cheeks, Roman stepped wrong out of excitement and lost his balance.
Rosetta reacted swiftly, stepping forward and grabbing Roman’s waist, spinning him into her arms without injury.
What was meant as a goodwill gesture now left her feeling awkward.