Under the morning sunlight, particles visible to the naked eye floated in the air.
The warm atmosphere in the room between the two continued to rise and ferment.
Roman gazed into Lady Catherine’s gentle eyes, then finally swallowed and spoke.
“You’re right.”
“That kind of future isn’t the one I want either.”
“Without your help, Lady, I’d probably have just awakened my Extraordinary Talent, unable to fully control the power of the Sacred Seal.”
“You are my most important mentor, and…”
“You’re also my ‘mother’…”
As he spoke the last words, Roman blushed slightly.
Lady Catherine was stunned.
Roman’s answer was completely beyond her expectations.
In her imagination, Roman was her surprise, while she… was just a passing visitor who disturbed Roman.
Roman was a beautiful youth in his prime, the Saint Child of Fara, a treasure of the world.
While she was just an older woman, with a poor figure, nagging, a useless old woman.
Roman was gentle, kind, lovely, and understanding.
If she had to list his virtues, she would have to exhaust her vocabulary.
As for herself… lazy, pretentious, with a poor mindset.
Apart from reading more books, her only virtue was so-called gentleness.
Going deeper, she was even, in a sense, a resentful woman, a widow, plagued by curses, unlucky in family, still childless.
She’d come hoping to help her niece solidify her territory, only to become the biggest burden.
A good-for-nothing.
That was Lady Catherine’s evaluation of herself.
This was before she met Roman.
After meeting him, all the things that tormented her, everything that troubled her, seemed to encounter some kind of nemesis and were easily resolved.
Roman was like a lucky star in her life, appearing to brighten her once-dull existence, fulfilling wishes she never even dared to dream.
She never took any of it for granted, but treated everything with a devout heart.
And in fact, that was indeed the truth.
Once Roman was brought back to the Holy City, he would become the most precious child in the world.
Countless people far better than her would scramble to dote on him, and by then, there would be no place for her at all.
With her, Roman might not live better, but without her, he would surely live better than he did now.
So everything she said was a monologue, spoken to Roman, just a momentary feeling, not expecting any promise from him.
Or rather, she was actually afraid of any promise from Roman, as it would make her feel she was not only an old woman but also a wicked one.
All at once, she felt her eyes warm and wet.
She reached out and wiped away a few drops of tears still hot with emotion.
Roman, however, grew a little flustered.
“Please don’t cry…”
His baby-soft, white little hand reached out to Lady Catherine’s cheek, gently wiping away the tears at the corner of her eye.
“Did I say something wrong…?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lady Catherine bent down and hugged him tightly.
Lady Catherine fell to her knees, holding Roman’s waist tightly, pressing her gentle face to his abdomen, shaking her head in silence with joyful tears.
“No, my child, you spoke wonderfully.”
“I was just too moved… Give me a moment, I’ll be fine soon.”
After a long while, Lady Catherine looked up at Roman, then slowly stood up with his support.
Upon standing, under Roman’s surprised gaze, Lady Catherine cupped Roman’s cheeks and pressed her red lips to his.
“Mwah~”
The sound lingered in the room for a long time.
Lady Catherine gazed at Roman and said,
“From now on, everything I have belongs to my good child, whether it’s my body or my soul.”
“And your family…”
“?”
Lady Catherine didn’t speak, only giving a puzzled look.
“Are you talking about my husband?”
Hearing the ‘you’ in Lady Catherine’s words, Roman found it hard to reply, so he simply nodded.
Seeing this, Lady Catherine smiled, stroking the lip print on Roman’s cheek, and spoke with a light laugh.
“My most important little man is right in front of me.”
Lady Catherine’s fingers were delicate and gentle, and the touch was incredibly comforting.
“As for a husband?”
Lady Catherine said this, then looked upward in confusion, as if pondering what a husband was.
“Who is that? Why can’t I even remember his name?”
“Good child, can you tell me?”
Listening to Lady Catherine’s words, Roman’s heart trembled, then he shook his head.
“Then it’s settled.”
When Lady Catherine saw Roman shake his head, her light smile blossomed into a radiant grin.
“From this moment on, you are my family.”
After saying this, she could no longer restrain the passion in her heart, and lowered her head, trying to claim Roman’s lips.
Within Lady Catherine’s heart, the angel was desperately telling her that she had gone mad and was standing on the edge of corruption.
But what makes corruption terrifying is that, at its core, it’s pleasure.
However, Roman’s finger pressed against Lady Catherine’s approaching lips, stopping her from falling further.
Roman looked straight at Lady Catherine and shook his head firmly.
Yet Lady Catherine felt somewhat dissatisfied, pursing her dry lips, she spoke softly.
“Do you remember that time?”
“This is just a kiss between family, a perfectly normal act of intimacy.”
As she spoke, and while Roman stood frozen, Lady Catherine seized the opportunity and leaned in.
Their lips pressed together, and Lady Catherine’s movements were indeed restrained and polite.
Her little tongue did not reach out at all, merely touching his, gently caressing.
Roman closed his eyes, quietly savoring this warm, pure kiss.
Lost in emotion, neither of them noticed there was a third person in the room.
Outside the slightly opened door, a pair of emerald green eyes stared intently at the two inside.
Bianca, dressed in a black and white nun’s habit, seemed to withdraw her gaze from the gap, and even her usually cold demeanor couldn’t keep her from frowning in silence.
She felt troubled to the extreme, for she had just witnessed a scandal unfolding in the papal palace with her own eyes.
Lady Catherine, a woman of high status, and even with a family, was entangled with His Highness the Saint Child.
And this was just the tip of the iceberg she saw—who could know what else the two had done in secret?
This…
She was at a loss.
Silently clutching the silver cross at her chest, Bianca began to ponder.
After a long time, only when the two inside finally separated their lips did Bianca make up her mind.
She was a follower of the Goddess, a confidant of the Holy Throne, a Night Owl of the Cathedral.
But now, her foremost identity was the personal attendant of His Highness the Saint Child.
What kind of attendant betrays their own master?
Even if there was such a person, it would never be Bianca.
Quietly remembering the scene before her, she decided to find an opportunity to have a proper conversation with His Highness the Saint Child, at the very least to prevent him from further falling into depravity.
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