Roman’s clear eyes were unwavering, as deep and pure as a mountain spring, reflecting nothing but absolute trust.
Meeting such a gaze, even Milis felt an inexplicable pang of guilt.
Despite the vast difference in their strength, the aura Roman exuded at that moment actually suppressed her own.
Milis frowned, but then a cold smile curled on her lips. She asked, “If I remember correctly, didn’t you just come out of her room today?”
In her vivid memory, when Roman emerged, he radiated a gentle, romantic glow.
That shy yet blissful expression, only someone who had just experienced their first time would wear it.
The skin revealed bore marks left by Luo Xiya the night before.
A faint blush tinged Roman’s fair cheeks.
He accepted Milis’s words in silent acknowledgment.
Seeing him like this, Milis was momentarily dazed, but the discomfort in her heart only grew.
Driven by this feeling, she continued, “Was that your own choice as well?”
Roman had nothing to say to that.
Finally, Milis’s expression turned smug, and she pressed on, “In just a few days, she’s got you completely under her thumb. Aren’t you even a little afraid?”
“Afraid?”
Roman asked, confused.
“You look like you hold a high status here in her Estate. The maids all respect you, you enjoy comforts you never dreamed of, and you’re free to enter the Lily Countess’s chambers and the back garden. At night, you’re endlessly doted upon.”
Milis spoke gently, her tone almost teasing.
“But in truth, you’re no different from the other servants,” she suddenly added, her voice turning sharp.
At some point, Cake had leapt back into Roman’s arms.
Hearing Milis’s words, Roman instinctively hugged Cake tighter.
He was clever enough to grasp her underlying meaning.
“All of you only survive by relying on Luo Xiya. The only difference is that you receive more of the Countess’s affection.”
“It’s a shame. In this world, love is praised as something grand, but in reality, it’s the cheapest thing of all.”
Milis placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder, circling to stand before him, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with layered meaning.
“How cheap is it? One moment, it’s vows of eternal devotion; the next, it’s discarded like an old shoe.”
“Luo Xiya is only drawn to your looks and the thrill of novelty. You give yourself to her so willingly—aren’t you even a little worried?”
Roman’s silence seemed to confirm her argument, which only made Milis more eager.
“Depending on others is never as reliable as depending on yourself. Don’t you want to..”
“Saintess Highness, is this how you treat people?”
A cold voice cut in from the side.
Luo Xiya stood beside Milis, a familiar parrying sword at her waist, though Milis hadn’t noticed her approach.
“Tch…”
Milis showed a bored, disappointed expression, realizing she could say no more, and simply fell silent.
Roman, from start to finish, had said nothing.
He quietly stroked Cake’s fur, his lowered gaze lost in thought.
“Oh, I was just looking for you. So this is where you ran off to.”
Luo Xiya sidled up to Roman, chuckling softly.
Her right arm slipped naturally around his shoulders as she glanced at Cake in his arms.
“This little fellow’s gotten so fat. Those people really don’t know how to raise a cat, they feed it everything they can get their hands on.”
As she spoke, Luo Xiya skillfully petted Cake, whose paws flailed while its tail shot straight up.
It seemed Cake had long since become an open secret within the Estate.
Milis smiled faintly at the scene, then turned as if to leave.
“Saintess Highness, please wait.”
Still holding Cake, Luo Xiya’s voice was calm as she spoke.
“What instructions does the Countess have?”
Milis stopped and looked back.
“If I’m not mistaken, you were just trying to sow discord with Roman, weren’t you?”
“Sow discord? I simply wanted him to wake up from his romantic delusions,” Milis replied.
“Delusions?”
Luo Xiya frowned.
“Why do you always see the worst in others? Have you been hurt before?”
Luo Xiya pressed, her tone sharp.
A surge of Magic Power erupted from Milis, radiating outward in a wave so powerful it seemed impossible.
The tidal force of her Magic Power swept toward Luo Xiya.
Luo Xiya shielded Roman behind her, standing firm amidst the magical onslaught.
“Roman just told you, if there’s something he doesn’t want to do, I would never force him.”
Milis looked at her in confusion, unsure of her meaning.
“But actually…”
Luo Xiya gently stroked Roman’s hair, gazing at him tenderly.
“From my perspective, as long as it’s something I want him to do, I believe he would never refuse me.”
Roman felt his body go weak.
Leaning into Luo Xiya’s embrace, he realized that if she weren’t holding him, he might not be able to stand at all.
Her words were a flawless rebuttal to Milis’s arguments.
This kind of mutual trust was nothing like what Milis described.
Milis, unexpectedly caught off guard by their show of affection, stood there for a long moment before recovering.
She sneered at them, about to speak, but Luo Xiya interrupted her.
“What you said isn’t entirely wrong, but your suspicion is a bit too extreme,” Luo Xiya said slowly.
“You say Roman and the others only survive by relying on me. But from another perspective, they’re a part of me. They do need me, but I need them just as much…”
Her hand slipped a little lower as she held Roman, and Luo Xiya smiled with hidden meaning.
“For example, without Roman, I’m afraid I’d be sleepless every single night.”
“In the end, it all depends on the person. You say love is false, but at least for me, it’s not. People willing to care for each other, to change for one another, aren’t the same as those you describe.”
Such frank and luminous words left Milis speechless.
“As expected of the Countess. The Aingloran Empire’s most esteemed genius, your talent isn’t just in the extraordinary, your wisdom is even greater.”
To Luo Xiya’s surprise, Milis actually sounded admiring.
“It was my fault for coming here uninvited today. So, I wish you both a long and happy union.”
With that, Milis flicked her sleeve and departed.
Luo Xiya couldn’t shake a sense of unease at Milis’s candid, carefree attitude.
This Saintess Highness was truly unfathomable.
Yet in the shadow behind them, Milis’s flawless face twisted into a mocking, cold smile.
You make it sound so wonderful. Let’s see if your actions truly match your words.
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