“First of all, Rosetta Captain saved me. I’m very grateful to her.”
Roman blushed as he whispered.
A hero saving a beauty…
Sylvia thought silently, feeling a bit resentful toward Lady Catherine for a moment.
After all, it was ultimately she who gave Rosetta the opportunity.
“Secondly, the Captain has often taken care of me these days. I’m grateful to her. With her by my side, I feel much calmer.”
As Roman spoke, he began to fiddle with his fingers.
Sylvia recalled the events of the past days.
She had to admit, Rosetta truly played an important role at Roman’s side.
For a moment, she felt both amused and exasperated.
“Moreover, compared to other unfamiliar organizations or groups, I’d rather stay with people I know, even if the position is insignificant.”
“Child…”
Sylvia suddenly spoke softly.
“Mm.”
“Can you tell me in detail what kind of person Rosetta Captain is in your heart?”
Roman blinked, not thinking too much, and spoke the words in his heart.
“The Captain is a true Knight.”
When Sylvia heard this, she couldn’t help but nod.
She had never seen those legendary original Knights, but in this peaceful yet restless era, the title of Knight had long lost its sanctity and legendary aura.
Many people wanted to become Knights, but their wishes were not pure.
Those who simply thought ‘being a Knight is cool’ were already the purest among them.
Many commoners desperately tried to become Knight Attendants, using it as a means to climb to higher status.
Many Nobility who raised Knights would train them into obedient and sensible pets, and while serving, it was inevitable to satisfy their desires.
But Rosetta was like an outlier among them.
Humility, honesty, compassion, courage, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul.
The so-called Knightly Virtues sounded as if they were tailor-made for Rosetta.
This was also the origin of Rosetta’s ‘Silver Knight’ title, meaning a pure and flawless White Knight.
Of course, apart from Rosetta’s Knightly spirit, her appearance was also as beautiful and noble as the first snow.
Clearly, her age was only a few years younger than Sylvia’s, yet while Sylvia had long grown into a cold and stunning woman, Rosetta still seemed like a pure maiden.
“In that case, I can rest assured.”
Sylvia nodded.
“Then—”
Sylvia pursed her lips, a bit helpless.
She could tell Roman wanted to leave.
As for why, it was nothing more than Lady Catherine still waiting for him at the original spot.
“Right.”
She suddenly thought of something.
“Last night, did you stay in Milis’s room?”
“Mm.”
Roman awkwardly twirled his hair with his fingers, speaking softly.
“Her bed is very large, so I just slept there last night.”
Sylvia shook her head.
“How ridiculous. Tonight, I’ll have Bianca find you an empty room. With the relationship between you two now, how can you just stay together so casually?”
“Alright.”
Roman couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
After all, this morning when Luo Xiya left, she vaguely hinted at something to him.
That was, she would come by again if she had time.
Last night, the two were like dry kindling set alight—by the time Roman tried to avoid Milis, Luo Xiya was already riding him hard.
No matter what, making a mess in Milis’s room was too much.
Now…
Hm?
Suddenly, Roman felt his body lighten.
In the next second, he landed in Sylvia’s embrace—on her lap.
“What is this, Lady?”
Roman gripped his skirt, confused.
“Call me Mother.”
Sylvia looked straight at Roman as she spoke.
Roman froze, staring into Sylvia’s beautiful face, unable to say a word.
He hesitated for a long time but still shook his head.
“Can’t say it?”
Sylvia’s voice was calm.
“According to facts, I’m now your Godmother, and you’re my nominal Child. It’s a normal way to address me.”
Seeing Roman remain silent, Sylvia sighed in slight disappointment.
“It’s alright. In the future, I’ll make you call me willingly.”
At this, Roman’s body trembled slightly, and he nodded softly.
***
Lady Catherine sensed the familiar presence behind her, and her once-calm expression immediately turned to delight.
She turned around, and Roman’s face appeared before her, framed by the bustling scene behind.
“You didn’t wait long, did you?”
Roman walked up to Lady Catherine with light steps, speaking in a soft and sweet voice.
Lady Catherine shook her head, then gazed at him lovingly.
Grasping Roman’s hands, Lady Catherine looked him up and down, asking gently, “These past two days, you haven’t suffered, have you?”
Roman shook his head with a smile.
“No. The Holy Throne has treated me very well. Please don’t worry.”
But Lady Catherine still couldn’t feel at ease.
She eagerly pulled Roman into her arms to dote on him.
“You child, didn’t anyone comb your hair this morning? Your hair’s sticking up.”
“And your collar—the buttons are all wrong.”
“And this belt… no matter how rushed you are, you can’t be so careless…”
As she listened to Lady Catherine’s nagging, Roman’s face grew redder.
He closed his eyes and leaned against Lady Catherine’s shoulder, pulling at her arm to act spoiled.
“Sigh~”
Lady Catherine sensed Roman’s embarrassment, thinking he didn’t like being spoken to like this.
Naturally, she never imagined these were all the glorious marks left by her good niece.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking.”
As Roman swayed her shoulders, he accidentally brushed against her peach-shaped chest, making it tremble with every movement.
Her heart also fluttered in sync with Roman’s actions.
After the initial joy faded, Lady Catherine studied Roman’s pure and gentle face again and quickly recalled that night.
Although she felt guilty toward Luo Xiya, Lady Catherine had to admit, it was the happiest and most exhilarating time of her life.
To forget all moral constraints and indulge in pure ecstasy.
Roman was also her ‘dream lover’ whom she often dreamed about—sometimes even during self-relief, she couldn’t help but think of him.
In fact, Roman looked frail, but was actually very strong inside.
In every way, he was strong.
She…
She had already been conquered by this child…
This child had even become one with her, leaving the essence of life inside her body.
If she had hesitated a moment longer back then, she might have…
Swallowing, Lady Catherine’s heart was now a battlefield for angels and demons.
Both sides were equally persuasive, and she was endlessly conflicted.