“Mm…”
His lips parted, and Roman, already overwhelmed, gasped heavily.
At the same time, as he met Lady Catherine’s gaze, he immediately saw the thick mist of moisture in her eyes.
Leaning against Lady Catherine’s shoulder, he rested carefully.
Lady Catherine gently stroked his long hair in silence.
After a long while, Roman finally spoke in a parched voice.
“Didn’t you bring any luggage?”
Lady Catherine heard this inexplicable question and smiled slightly.
“It’s all in the Ring.”
“Ring?”
Roman instinctively glanced at the Ring on Lady Catherine’s hand.
“Tsk…”
Sensing Roman’s gaze, Lady Catherine looked at the Ring in her hand again, her expression naturally showing disgust.
Just the feeling of it on her hand made her instinctively repulsed.
Her large eyes turned, and her slender lashes fluttered like fans in front of Roman, never leaving him.
Silently, Lady Catherine took off the Diamond Ring she had worn for over ten years from her ring finger and handed it to Roman.
In that moment, she felt an incredible lightness, as if a long-held shackle had finally been broken.
Before this, she had grown numb, not realizing how this so-called Marriage was like an iron chain around her neck, suffocating her yet leaving her to endure in silence.
Had she never known true happiness, perhaps Lady Catherine would have resigned herself to this fate.
But now, she could break it, discard it without burden.
“I’ll leave it to you.”
She smiled at Roman.
“Put it wherever you want. If it’s a bother…”
She paused, her smile deepening.
“It’s fine to throw it away~”
Roman, pressed by Lady Catherine, was forced to accept it, and then she walked to the table, infusing Magic Power into the Ring.
Under Roman’s astonished eyes, in the next moment, countless items suddenly appeared on the table and around it.
First were the many familiar books, then Lady Catherine’s favorite pillow and bedsheets.
Lastly…
When Roman saw the entire clothes rack full of clothes, he was left speechless in amazement.
“I’ll help you tidy up.”
Roman had just spoken when another voice rang out behind them.
“Your Highness, allow me to assist.”
Lady Catherine and Roman both froze, looking back to see the tall, graceful figure of Sister Bianca standing solemnly behind Roman.
“Then, please.”
Roman said.
“Yes.”
Bianca bowed slightly and walked towards Lady Catherine, her steps calm and dignified.
However, Lady Catherine’s gentle expression vanished, and she gazed coldly at the nun before her.
In her Sea-blue eyes, the whirlpool of Magic Power began to swirl.
Standing in Bianca’s path, Lady Catherine had no intention of yielding.
“Excuse me.”
Bianca said softly.
“When did you get here?”
Lady Catherine ignored her, asking on her own.
“Just now.”
“When exactly?”
“…..”
Seeing Bianca had no intention of continuing, Lady Catherine’s long, slightly curled black hair floated in the air like seaweed.
The Sanctuary silently unfolded, enveloping the two of them.
The starry sky did not exist only at night.
The dark blue domain surrounded Bianca, and the weight of the Magic Power was enough to crush a person’s spine.
Bianca’s emerald eyes narrowed, refusing to yield as she confronted Lady Catherine.
“Mother.”
Roman suddenly spoke.
Hearing Roman’s voice, Lady Catherine hesitated, frowning, and the long hair behind her slowly fell.
Lowering her gaze, she stepped aside coldly.
“Do as you please.”
“Thank you, madam.”
Bianca’s expression remained unchanged as she walked past Lady Catherine without a hint of fear.
This woman…
Lady Catherine silently watched her serious back as she genuinely began helping with the luggage.
Clearly just an upper-ranked transcendental, judging by her Magic Power, she probably didn’t even exceed nine hundred thousand.
Yet, faced with the aura of Sanctuary, her breathing and heartbeat didn’t waver at all.
She’s a frighteningly calm woman.
Lady Catherine thought.
“By the way.”
Bianca suddenly spoke.
“Your Highness, the Holy Throne asked you to visit the Saint Key Knight Order today.”
“The Lord’s meaning is that you need to begin your new life.”
***
Saint Key Knight Order.
The fortress at dawn was filled inside and out with the stirring sounds of drills.
Hundreds of Holy Key Knights were practicing on the wide grounds, beginning their day.
According to criteria like experience, talent, and age, every fifty people formed a training squad, energetically carrying out their morning exercises.
Visibly, every young woman present possessed dignified and beautiful features, living up to the rumors surrounding this Knight Order.
As for the training itself… it was far from elegant.
The legendary Saint Key Knight Order was a Knight Order composed of young maidens, each possessing extraordinary talent above the upper ranks.
Their deeds were like the unstoppable Valkyries of history.
Wherever they went, defeat and victory followed with ease.
On the battlefield, they were invincible Valkyries; off the field, they were peerless beauties.
Rumor held that every Holy Key Knight was not only a symbol of strength but also of elegance, courtesy, justice, and every virtue.
Their status within the Church was unparalleled.
Though merely of the knight class, even a Count would not dare treat any one of them lightly.
This made them extremely popular among the nobility.
If not for Rosetta’s strong protection, many innocent girls would have fallen victim to schemes.
In truth, most of them were no different from ordinary girls, though perhaps a bit prouder, since they were all geniuses.
Yet in such an environment, even the pride of geniuses would quickly be tempered, making them face themselves honestly and train diligently.
Apart from the place where the Holy Key Knights gathered, Rosetta had her own practice ground.
As the Captain of the Saint Key Knight Order, an important figure beside the contemporary Holy Throne, and a Sanctuary transcendental—despite such numerous prestigious titles, she continued her daily physical and martial training without fail.
For example, now, she had already taken off her splendid armor, leaving only a sports bra and shorts clinging to her chest.
The exposed skin was tight and powerful, a perfect physique.
In armor, Rosetta looked like a slender maiden, but without it, every muscle was sculpted to perfection.
Tying her hair behind her head in silence, Rosetta opened her eyes, ready to begin her morning exercise.
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