Listening to Rosalind’s seductive words, Lady Catherine studied her, silently rubbing her hands together as she waited for what she would say next.
“For Roman’s sake, I believe you wouldn’t refuse me, Madam.”
Rosalind smiled.
Lady Catherine pressed her lips together in silence, which was as good as agreeing to Rosalind’s words.
From this morning—no, from that night—her body and mind had already belonged entirely to Roman.
“My dear sister wishes to place little Roman on the Holy Throne, all to satisfy her guilt toward Lainie.”
Rosalind spoke softly.
“Yet, selfish as she is, she never considered—given Roman’s nature, even if he became Pope in the future, how many would truly fear him?”
“After all, little Roman is not like Milis. Once she becomes a Sanctuary, her might could even surpass that of the Holy Throne.”
“You know about my sister’s intention to marry these two children, don’t you?”
“Cough, cough!!!”
This sentence nearly made Lady Catherine spit out her drink.
But in Rosalind’s eyes, this was a perfectly normal reaction.
After all, Milis also liked to call her ‘Mama.’
The actions of the Holy Throne had, in a way, united Madam’s two beloved children.
Once this relationship was established, how could Lady Catherine not feel awkward?
“Hahahaha.”
After laughing, Rosalind glossed over the topic that left Lady Catherine so embarrassed and continued.
“In any case, even if things developed as usual and Roman became Pope under my sister’s arrangement, his future would never be bright.”
Lady Catherine interrupted upon hearing this.
“Sylvia is only abdicating, not going to meet Goddess Fara. As long as she’s still here, who would dare disrespect Roman?”
“Do you truly think…Sylvia would remain in this world forever?”
Lady Catherine’s eyes flickered, understanding Rosalind’s meaning.
“My dear sister has a great chance to ascend to a divine existence in the future.”
“By then, with the vast sky and boundless sea, how could the little Yanglight Continent contain her?”
Rosalind spoke gently.
“Of course, it’s not impossible. She may leave, but that Silver Knight is the most loyal being I’ve ever seen. As long as the Holy Throne gives an order, she would willingly guard for hundreds of years…”
“She might even enjoy it.”
Recalling the scene she observed at the ball that night, Rosalind chuckled softly.
“If that Silver Knight remains united with little Roman, the remaining rabble is of no concern.”
“But, Catherine, what kind of life would that be for Roman?”
“A Pope whom no one fears, for whom the Holy Light Church is not a home but a beautiful Golden Cage.”
“And if little Roman marries Milis, everyone in the Church would follow Milis’s orders, leaving Roman unable to exercise any real power as Pope.”
“At that point, all he would need to do is warm your good daughter’s bed each night. That would be enough.”
Rosalind grinned mischievously at Lady Catherine.
To her surprise, Lady Catherine showed no outrage after hearing this, and even nodded slightly in reluctant agreement.
“Such a future…for that child, might actually be the best outcome.”
Hearing Lady Catherine’s muttered words, Rosalind showed genuine surprise.
“What do you mean? Being a Canary, imprisoned and played with at will, is the best future for Roman?”
“Rosalind, you don’t understand Roman as well as I do.”
“If things truly developed as you say, Roman would never become a Caged Bird or a Canary.”
“I know Milis well—she’s the typical type with a hard mouth but a soft heart. Her temper may be a bit blunt, but she’s an absolutely kind child.”
“Roman would not become a Caged Bird or Canary. Instead, he would be well cared for, enjoying a status above thousands and living in comfort every day.”
“What you said earlier was nothing but your attempt to mislead me with alarmist talk.”
Lady Catherine spoke calmly.
“Is that so?”
Rosalind suddenly showed a mocking smile.
“And what about you? What about your precious niece?”
“They say you are a highly respected Scholar. At first, I only thought your chest was broad, but your mind, I hardly felt.”
“Now I see, you are the most magnanimous person I’ve ever met. Not only do you willingly give your man to another, but you also turn a blind eye to your niece.”
“Truly, you are generous with what belongs to others~”
Rosalind felt her words were not enough and added more fuel to the fire.
“Do you think Roman could maintain the current relationship after becoming Pope?”
“Dream on! If you won’t fight for him yourself, do you expect others to deliver him to your bed?”
“Let me be clear—on the day Roman becomes Pope, it will be the day you lose him forever, never to meet again.”
“By then, I hope you can save your tears of blessing for your two precious children~”
Rosalind spoke mercilessly, her words sharp and cutting.
Her words left Lady Catherine dazed, lost, even sorrowful.
The day of never meeting again…
Even though such a day was still far from the image Rosalind painted, just imagining it made Lady Catherine’s heart ache.
She recalled all the memories with Roman—the warmth she felt, the touch in her palm, the trembling at her chest, and the warmth of their union.
Caressing her ample chest, Lady Catherine lowered her brows, lost in thought.
Yet in Rosalind’s eyes, the atmosphere around Lady Catherine had already determined her next move.
The smile at Rosalind’s lips grew even more unrestrained.
She knew her first ‘Alliance’ was about to be formed.
This was the first step of the Plan, and a meaningful one.
From here, her Plan would snowball among these women.
“You…”
“You want to ask if there’s a way, right?”
Rosalind helped Lady Catherine by speaking for her.
She left the question hanging, savoring the suspense as she finished her tea.
When she opened her eyes again, those violet eyes brimmed with deepest desire and endless ambition.
“Of course, there is.”
Rosalind licked her lips.
“That is, we must help…no, guide little Roman to become a true man.”
The clever Lady Catherine immediately understood Rosalind’s meaning, her eyes wide in disbelief.
“The first thing to do is to make little Roman grow and ‘mature’ as soon as possible.”
Throwing aside the teapot, Rosalind pulled out a new bottle of wine, speaking with excitement and even a hint of madness.
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