She returned to her room and, out of habit, wanted to change out of the clothes she’d worn all day, so she told Roman to look through the textbooks first while she walked over to the wardrobe.
After all, she was about to tutor him, so she couldn’t wear anything too revealing.
Lady Catherine immediately ruled out those brightly colored pajamas and the close-fitting undergarments that exposed her chest.
As she pondered, she covered her soft chest with one hand while searching through her wardrobe.
After some thought, she finally chose a crisp white blouse and draped it over herself.
However, she only buttoned it up to the second button, leaving her collarbone exposed without concern.
For her lower half, she casually pulled on a black short skirt.
Sitting on the bed, she stroked her deep violet stockings, which gleamed under the night light.
The black skirt slid over her calves and thighs, and once pulled up, it just barely covered Lady Catherine’s panties and her round hips.
“Mm… it’s a bit tight.”
Lady Catherine furrowed her charming brows, reaching out to touch her slightly soft belly, blaming herself for her lack of self-control after her recovery.
Another worry of adulthood—once past the age of growth, if they didn’t constantly watch their diet and exercise, it was only a matter of time before their figures changed.
As a scholar, Lady Catherine absolutely hated exercise, so her body had grown voluptuous and full, with curves in all the right places.
When she undressed, her skin was soft and tender everywhere, and she rather liked this feeling—so much so that she enjoyed touching herself during baths.
But if the flesh started growing where it shouldn’t, her mood would definitely change.
Looking at herself in the mirror, the black skirt was stretched so tightly it looked like a bodycon skirt, clinging to her hips and the tops of her thighs.
Any movement would pull the fabric and create creases. The more she looked, the more she frowned, thinking that she really couldn’t wear this skirt out anymore.
Otherwise, with her current figure, she’d risk exposing herself with just a few steps.
She brushed the hair at her forehead back and looked in the mirror.
Her face was radiant and alluring, with big eyes, long lashes, and features that were both sexy and charming.
Her complexion was far better than a few days ago.
From head to toe, she was like a winding mountain range.
Her full, soft chest pushed the blouse into countless wrinkles, and the skin exposed outside was as fair as snow, making her beauty shine.
Only then did she return to Roman’s side, pulling out the chair next to him and sitting down.
A rich, intoxicating fragrance instantly drifted around Roman, who put down his textbook and looked at Lady Catherine beside him.
The white blouse, the tight black skirt, and those gleaming dark stockings almost made Roman think he’d gone back in time.
Back when he hadn’t dropped out of school, the teacher who taught him English often dressed just like this.
He couldn’t help but greet her respectfully, “Good evening, Teacher.”
Lady Catherine was momentarily stunned, then revealed a gentle smile and nodded in acceptance.
Roman’s gaze slid over Lady Catherine’s chest, and for a moment, he hesitated about whether he should say something.
The blouse was white, but Lady Catherine’s undergarments were clearly a dark color.
As a result, the blouse made the color underneath quite obvious.
However, Lady Catherine didn’t seem to mind this detail.
She sat down beside Roman, opened a book, and began her preparations.
She took out a pair of silver-rimmed glasses she wore for reading from a nearby box.
After putting them on, Lady Catherine cleared her throat and began speaking in her melodious voice.
Roman tilted his head to look at the book in front of him, but his peripheral vision kept drifting to the glasses Lady Catherine wore.
For some reason, though it was a very ordinary item, when worn on Lady Catherine’s nose at this moment, it exuded a strange allure.
“I’ll start by telling you about the Continent,” Lady Catherine said, spreading her left hand.
The map of the Yanglight Continent was laid out before Roman.
“The Continent is mainly divided by this mountain range. On one side are the various human kingdoms led by the Holy Light Church, and on the other…”
Lady Catherine pointed with her finger, pausing before continuing, “…is the region dominated by dark creatures. It was once a place of utter chaos, but later, a powerful Extraordinary united it into an unprecedentedly strong nation—the Black Rose Empire.”
Roman stared at the map, listening intently while doubts arose in his mind.
He could guess what those so-called dark creatures were—nothing more than monsters born of dark magic.
What truly piqued his curiosity was what kind of person could unite such beings.
“That Emperor is said to be a Dragon,” Lady Catherine said slowly.
Roman finally showed a look of surprise.
A Dragon?
Even after witnessing real supernatural magic since coming to this world, hearing that a creature like a Dragon truly existed still made his heart ripple with excitement.
“As for the current situation of the Yanglight Continent, though it looks complicated, it’s actually quite simple. The Aingloran Empire is undoubtedly the strongest human empire, but including Aingloran, all of them are subordinate to the Holy Light Church.”
“The Church has cathedrals spread throughout the Continent. While teaching people faith, they also secretly control local affairs.”
At this point, Lady Catherine’s expression changed subtly, but she didn’t comment further.
“Next, Roman, you need to understand clearly: those who truly dominate this world are the Sanctuary-level Extraordinaries, not kings or emperors with so-called titles and status.”
“A single Sanctuary-level Extraordinary has more deterrent power than thousands of troops, and the Pope is currently the strongest Sanctuary-level Extraordinary. That’s why the Church wields such immense influence.”
“How many Sanctuary-level Extraordinaries are there now?”
“On the surface, no more than ten across the whole Continent.”
Roman had heard before that Lady Catherine was already at the threshold of the Sanctuary.
He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now, hearing what Sanctuary-level meant on the Continent, he looked at Lady Catherine’s gentle profile and felt a sense of unreality.
Thinking about how, these past few days, Lady Catherine had been both charming and tender in front of him, pampering him like a child, holding him close with both affection and care—it was hard to imagine she was almost among the top ten Extraordinaries on the Continent.
Just like now, as she spoke, she would occasionally glance at him with concern, her large eyes behind the glasses full of warmth.
“So you’re that amazing…”
Roman couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
Hearing Roman’s heartfelt praise, Lady Catherine’s usually reserved and gentle nature couldn’t help but swell with pride.
The feeling of being praised by someone close was completely different from being flattered by ordinary people.
“My limits are already here.”
She still shook her head modestly, then looked at Roman, her eyes full of hope and expectation.
“On the contrary, Roman, your talent is definitely not inferior to Luo Xiya or the Saintess of the Church.”
She spoke with trust.
“With an unprecedented High-tier Sacred Seal, I’m looking forward to the day you surpass me. If I’m lucky enough to see it, that would be the happiest thing I could imagine.”
The sincerity in Lady Catherine’s eyes moved Roman deeply.
He nodded gently.