Milis finished her words with a playful tone, but Luo Xiya didn’t lose her cool in a fit of rage as she’d expected.
Luo Xiya frowned and thought for a moment, then said, “Looks like you really hate me.”
“It’s all right.” Milis replied with an indifferent tone.
“But…”
Luo Xiya asked in confusion, “How did you find out about Roman’s identity?”
She was unusually calm at the moment, and Milis frowned and said, “It’s simple. He and I are the same kind of person. We naturally recognize each other.”
After thinking for a bit, she added with a smile, “Unlike you, who have to use those kinds of means to get him.”
Those kinds of means, of course, referred to first using the status of master to tame him, then using so-called affection to make him willingly submit.
“What do you mean? Is there such a thing as a fated pair for the Holy Child?”
Luo Xiya feigned confusion.
“Something like that.”
Luo Xiya nodded in deep agreement, as if suddenly enlightened, “Then I think I understand why you dislike me so much.”
Her gaze was strange, and as she looked Milis over, there was not only suspicion in her eyes, but also a hint of pity.
That explains it—why that inherently arrogant Milis would be so quickly captivated by Roman, would take the initiative to approach him, tease him, and even try to come between her and Roman.
If she hadn’t arrived just in time that day, who knows what else this so-called Saintess might have done.
So that’s how it is. No wonder she hates her so much.
Luo Xiya’s imagination, running wild as usual, managed to annoy Milis.
Milis, who was trying to provoke Luo Xiya, ended up being provoked herself.
Her eyelid twitched, and she snorted along with Luo Xiya’s train of thought, “Whatever. I don’t care about that.”
“Really?”
Luo Xiya just thought the other was being stubborn.
If she put herself in Milis’s shoes—if Roman had let Tania have the first taste and snatched the prize…
She would definitely do whatever it took to send Tania to hell the very first chance she got.
It wasn’t just out of jealousy.
As the saying goes, the body is the fastest path to the heart.
If that really happened, it was hard to imagine Roman wouldn’t get all sorts of ideas whenever he saw Tania.
Just thinking about it felt like a bone stuck in her throat.
Luo Xiya stared at Milis and continued, “Since you know Roman’s identity, wouldn’t it be better to just report him to the Holy Throne?”
That was undoubtedly the most effective method.
“If the Holy Throne intervened directly, not only could you strike a heavy blow against me before the competition, but when I’m at my worst, you could trample me in the match as the victorious winner. Wouldn’t that be the best move for your interests?”
But Milis shook her head, disagreeing with Luo Xiya’s view.
“Do you know what true despair is?”
Luo Xiya raised her eyebrows, looking as if she were all ears.
“What’s the most painful thing? Not despair after disappointment, but letting you see hope in the midst of despair, and then crushing that sliver of hope completely.”
“It’s like if someone never owned a treasure, while another loses it after having it—the pain of the latter far outweighs the former.”
“If you clearly had a chance to protect Roman, but failed because of your own incompetence, wouldn’t that pain be far stronger than simply having him taken away?”
Listening to Milis’s venomous words, Luo Xiya nodded slightly, as if acknowledging her point.
“Everyone says you’re the Saintess who embodies the goddess’s power of Judgement, but now I think maybe the Black Rose Empire needs a twisted Saintess like you. Staying in the Holy Light Church is really a waste of your talents.”
“In fact, I just like seeing you in pain, so your theory doesn’t hold.” Milis said.
“That’s true.”
Luo Xiya crossed her arms and walked up to Milis, looking down at her from above thanks to her height, which made Milis snort in displeasure.
“So you want to use these methods to make me suffer and regret for the rest of my life?”
“Have you never thought about what will happen to you if you lose?”
Milis replied calmly and confidently, “I’ve never considered that possibility.”
She was proud, but her pride was backed by real ability.
‘Judgement’ was also a High-tier Sacred Seal, but the reason it was high-tier was because ‘high-tier’ was the top of the hierarchy.
Simply put, there were still differences among High-tier Sacred Seals.
Milis was basically a natural Domain Transcendent, who didn’t even need effort to break through any shackles.
Compared to her, Luo Xiya couldn’t help but seem a bit inferior.
“Then let me think about it for you.”
Luo Xiya eyed Milis’s softly curled silver hair and continued, “I’ll trample your pride underfoot, make your Saintess reputation a complete joke, and Roman won’t be taken by any of you. Instead, he’ll officially marry me before long.”
As she spoke, a smile unconsciously curled at Luo Xiya’s lips, her gaze drifting from Milis’s face to the distant horizon, where she stared for a long time.
“Then I’ll be watching closely.”
Milis shrugged, about to turn and leave, when Luo Xiya called out to her again.
“Not going to have a drink before you go?”
Luo Xiya provocatively shook the wine glass in her hand, her eyes showing not the slightest tension one might have before a rival.
“Save it for yourself.”
Milis said, and then vanished.
Once Milis had left, the smile on Luo Xiya’s face faded as well.
She tossed the wine glass aside, then picked up the bottle nearby, uncorked it, and took a swig.
Did Aunt’s Mist Concealment really get seen through? She still found it hard to believe.
To call it Mist Concealment wasn’t quite right.
Lady Catherine’s method had been decisive back then—she’d used magical suppression to force Roman’s Sacred Seal aura down to the lower tier.
There was no way a flaw could appear, since Roman’s low-tier Sacred Seal was a fact in everyone else’s eyes.
Recalling what Milis had done that day, could it really be because both Milis and Roman possessed the very top-level Source Saint Mark, and their similar origins attracted one another?
‘Life’ and ‘Judgement’—just hearing those names gave a sense of primal origin.
Thinking this way, a nameless anger, fueled by the wine, slowly rose in Luo Xiya’s chest.
What the hell Holy Child and Saintess?
Once you’re in my bed, you’ll have nothing to do with your Holy Light Church anymore.
Thinking of Milis’s proud and cold demeanor, and those sarcastic remarks she’d made, Luo Xiya tossed the empty bottle to the floor.
She kicked the shards of glass aside and silently thought to herself.
That’s it—I’m going to trample that pretty face of yours under my feet and grind it a few more times.
And I’ll make sure that dazzling silver hair of yours is stained with filth and disgrace.