Chapter 169: The Holy Seat and the Lady

He followed Bianca all the way to the destination.

She bowed to Roman.

“Please, go in.”

Roman glanced at her one last time, placed his hands in front of him, and walked into the courtyard with light steps.

“Hu…”

As soon as he stepped through the gate, Roman was captivated by the spectacular scene before him, lost in awe.

Marble pillars lined the surroundings, sketching out an incomparably magnificent landscape.

It was no longer the Baroque-style building he saw last night.

The scene now had a Roman architectural feel.

It wasn’t overly lavish—simple, yet not lacking in luxury, and carried a sense of grand tranquility and solemnity.

Flowers of various colors bloomed everywhere, arranged with deliberate care, their hues pleasing to the eye.

From time to time, a fragrant scent drifted to his nose, calming his heart.

Roman stood there, dazed for a long while, the sluggishness lingering from his morning waking vanishing in an instant.

The Lily Territory in Lochia also had similar courtyards, dedicated for the local lords to rest and recuperate.

However, compared to the courtyard of the Lily Territory, this place felt worlds apart.

Roman hesitated to move, unsure where to go as he gazed around.

Just as he stood in a daze, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.

“Child.”

Roman froze.

At that moment—

A voice from his memory, clear and gentle, matured with a unique charm, like the sound of rain at night, stirring his heart.

He instantly recognized the owner of the voice and smiled genuinely.

He didn’t even stop to think why she was here—he simply felt happy by instinct.

Before he could turn around, he was enveloped in a cloud of softness, making even breathing a little difficult.

Lady Catherine hugged Roman tightly, burying him in her snowy peaks, releasing her overflowing maternal affection.

Roman instinctively rubbed his face against Lady Catherine’s chest, longing for the happy days in the Lily Territory.

“Lady…”

Roman’s faint voice sounded against Lady Catherine’s chest, moving her deeply.

She bowed her head, stroking Roman’s soft silver hair, and softly responded.

“Ah~”

“Good child~”

Holding Roman’s gentle body, Lady Catherine swayed lightly.

On one side was a beautiful, gentle noblewoman; on the other, a youthful, awakening boy.

The two embraced, cheek to cheek, soothing one another—a scene so beautiful it defied description.

If an artist were present now, they might be inspired to create a masterpiece of a boy and a noble lady.

In fact, there was indeed a talented artist nearby.

However, at this moment, she certainly felt no urge or inspiration to paint.

Because she was trembling with anger.

Sylvia watched the two from afar, her brows furrowing, her usually cool face starting to crack.

She soon closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath.

The next moment, she stood before them.

“Roman.”

Sylvia’s tone had inevitably grown stern.

“Ah.”

Roman immediately slipped out of Lady Catherine’s embrace, putting a couple of steps between them.

He only accepted such closeness when alone with Lady Catherine—if someone else was present, his embarrassment stopped him from acting spoiled.

Lady Catherine, no longer looking as affectionate, glared at Sylvia with some displeasure.

Her tone returned to calm as she asked,

“So it was the Holy Throne?”

Sylvia ignored her, keeping her stern gaze fixed on Roman.

“Come here,” she said.

Roman hesitated, glancing at Lady Catherine beside him.

After seeming to receive her approval, he moved toward Sylvia.

Unbeknownst to him, this only made Sylvia angrier.

Before Roman could get close, Sylvia grabbed his sleeve and pulled him over.

“This is Lady Catherine, a renowned scholar on the continent.”

She introduced coldly.

“She’s also your teacher from now on. You must learn to respect your elders and teachers. Do you understand?”

Seeing Roman’s reluctance, Lady Catherine didn’t want him to suffer between her and Sylvia’s conflict.

She smiled and stepped forward.

“Your Highness, I look forward to your guidance.”

“Mm.”

Receiving their responses, Sylvia nodded coldly, then pulled Roman toward the courtyard, leaving Lady Catherine behind.

Left standing there, Lady Catherine’s once dignified expression gradually turned peculiar.

Then that oddness shifted into a subtle smile.

Only Roman could manage to get such an advantage over the Holy Throne and leave her so flustered.

She had intended to follow them to observe Sylvia’s expression, hoping to soothe the resentment from being dragged into the Law World and beaten last night.

Yet after hesitating, she found she no longer felt much.

As for Sylvia, she probably wouldn’t even be able to eat today.

Feeling amused, Lady Catherine began to hum a light serenade, enjoying the scenery and watching Roman from afar in the courtyard.

Elsewhere, Roman tried several times to free his right hand from Sylvia’s tight grip.

This time, he seemed to have truly angered her.

As a Sanctuary powerhouse, even a fluctuation in her mood could cause tremors in the surrounding laws.

Now, the space around them was visibly unstable due to Sylvia’s emotional waves, with flickering and fragmented images appearing at intervals.

However, when Sylvia looked at Roman’s familiar face, all her negative emotions were instinctively suppressed.

How could she lose her temper at Laini’s child…

“Child.”

Returning to her usual gentle tone, Sylvia continued,

“You must remember, you are now the Holy Child of the Cathedral, and Lady Catherine, just now, is the woman who *ed you last night.”

“Do you think your actions with her just now were appropriate? Or rather, after last night, do they still seem appropriate?”

At Sylvia’s words, memories of last night with Lady Catherine—flesh and soul intertwined at their peak—rushed back to him.

Her body was so soft, all cottony curves, bouncing under a gentle squeeze.

Her voice was mesmerizing, especially during their act—the melodious moans were like a beautiful song, carrying the tender cries of a wildcat.

Her insides were hot, tight, and wet, with a clinging sensation that seemed to melt his whole being.

Roman thought in silence.