Chapter 168: Bianca’s Faith

The morning sunlight streamed into the room as Milis slowly opened her eyes.

Where am I…

Her head throbbed painfully.

She instinctively reached up to press her forehead, closing her eyes to meditate for a moment.

Hiss…

She remembered very clearly—last night, she had a dream.

A dream that was abnormally vivid.

And…it was a lewd, depraved spring dream, with her fiancé Roman as the subject.

In that dream, she did many excessive things to Roman.

She couldn’t remember the details anymore, only that Roman had gripped her hand tightly.

Forget it…

It was just a dream… Hmm?

“You’re awake.”

Following the direction of the voice, Milis turned her gaze.

She saw Roman walking out of her bathroom, holding a towel soaked in hot water, approaching her with what could be described as a gentle expression.

Of course, the so-called gentleness was something Milis imagined herself.

Roman wore that same gentle look toward most people.

For some reason, Milis felt a trace of warmth reminiscent of a newlywed couple, and she slowly sat up from the bed, gazing at her familiar room.

Hmm…

Still the same as always.

Maybe even cleaner and tidier than usual.

“You tidied up my room?”

Milis asked Roman, who stood beside her.

“Mm.”

Roman made a slightly guilty sound and reached out with the hot towel to wipe Milis’s face.

But his wrist was grabbed by Milis.

She studied his beautiful face, dazed for a moment, and couldn’t help but pinch it a few times.

“Yah.”

Roman quickly broke free, glaring at Milis with dissatisfaction.

Milis couldn’t resist.

She reached out both hands, trying to press Roman’s shoulders and push him onto the bed.

In a moment of panic, Roman pressed the towel to Milis’s face.

Obviously, this could only slightly disrupt Milis.

Whether it was magic level, physical strength, or reaction speed, she overpowered him in every way.

Milis pressed Roman onto her bed, taking in his exquisite features, flawless skin, and that smooth silver hair.

She ran her hand through Roman’s silver hair, which cascaded like a waterfall over her bedsheet, her eyes unconsciously revealing a hint of infatuation.

“What a fine horse/L.”

She couldn’t help but sigh.

Then, leaning close to Roman’s ear, she whispered, “Can I ride you for a while?”

Roman was no longer the same as before.

Ever since that day when he slapped Milis’s butt and sent her over the edge, he’d completely lost his fear of her.

For example, now, he put away his gentle expression and looked at Milis in confusion.

He picked up the towel from beside him and seriously wiped Milis’s cheek again.

Milis pursed her lips, staring at Roman beneath her, saying nothing.

As the two fell into silence, the door to her room suddenly rang with a knock.

“Go take a look.”

Roman patted her shoulder.

Only then did Milis completely suppress her restless morning thoughts and went to open the door.

As soon as she opened it, she frowned and stepped back at the sight of the two masses in front of her, then glared in disgust at the nun before her.

A delicate, beautiful face, a sinful figure, and the ascetic robes of a nun—it could only be Sister Bianca.

“Greetings, Your Highness.”

With hands clasped before her, Bianca bowed respectfully to Milis.

“…Do you need something?”

“Holy Throne asked me to call His Highness Roman over.”

She bowed politely.

Milis looked toward Roman behind her.

“Is that so?”

Following Milis’s gaze, Bianca also saw Roman sitting on the bed, immediately showing an expression of deep respect and nodding to him.

“Holy Throne is looking for me?”

Roman asked, puzzled.

“Yes.”

“Then lead the way.”

“Yes.”

Roman exchanged glances with Milis, then followed Bianca out of the room.

Walking through the spacious and luxurious corridor of the Papal Palace, Roman occasionally glanced at Bianca beside him, eyes narrowing slightly, but he remained silent.

“Does Your Highness have some objection to me?”

Bianca asked suddenly as they walked.

Roman wasn’t one to beat around the bush.

He spoke directly.

“I know you. You’re the nun I saw in the Chapel that day.”

“Were you the one who betrayed me?”

Roman’s calm words were like a straight, sharp blade, pointing directly at Bianca.

“Betray?”

Bianca whispered to herself, then continued.

“I don’t see it as betrayal. I simply guided a lost lamb back to the right path according to the Goddess’s will.”

She stopped, facing Roman with a bow.

Roman didn’t respond immediately, as his gaze was drawn to the Crucifix Pendant on Bianca’s chest.

More precisely, to the pendant trapped between two peaks, unable to move.

It took Bianca several seconds to realize, and even her usual coolness couldn’t prevent a hint of embarrassment.

She lifted the chain, freeing the pendant from her snowy peaks.

“Is that so?”

Roman finally returned to the main topic.

“If you were guiding a lost lamb, why didn’t you first ask that so-called lamb what redemption truly meant?”

Bianca was silent for a moment before answering.

“Do you know where the Relief Fund from the Church came from before?”

Roman looked confused by her seemingly unrelated reply.

“It’s the Relief Fund you obtained from the Church to save Lady Lainie.”

Only then did Roman recall.

To save his mother Lainie, ‘Roman’ had not only taken out loans but also independently applied for the Church’s Relief Fund.

“That wasn’t from the Church’s Relief Fund. I paid for it myself.”

If he remembered correctly, it was a significant sum that supported Lainie for a long time.

“You…”

“You’re right. I noticed you long ago.”

“I not only paid Relief Funds for you but also punished several overly rude individuals on your behalf behind the scenes.”

Bianca’s voice was as soft as a nightingale in the forest, gentle and pleasant to hear.

“At that time, I didn’t know you were the Holy Child of the Church. I just thought you were a pitiful, perhaps even abandoned, lamb in the eyes of the Goddess.”

“Most in the Church didn’t want to involve themselves with you then. But I was different.”

“I wouldn’t call myself a devout believer. Most of the time, I act according to common sense.”

“But when faced with certain things, my sense of morality drives me to do what I believe is right.”

“I’m telling you this just to explain—that’s how I act.”

“You say I betrayed you, but I don’t see it that way.”

“There was something in my past that made me reflect for a long time. It made me who I am today. I hope you can understand.”

Listening to Bianca, Roman felt she was both devout and self-assured, completely different from the purely devout believers.

“Of course, your current status makes you my master.”

Bianca added.

“You may punish me as you wish. I will accept it all.”