“Where is he now?”
Staring at the photo of the boy for a long time, Sylvia finally spoke.
Bianca listened and felt that the Holy Throne’s attitude had become more gentle than ever before.
“Lily Territory.” Bianca replied respectfully.
Hearing this, Sylvia felt that the place sounded extremely familiar.
Thinking for a moment, she couldn’t help but raise her brows and ask, “Is that the territory of the Lily Countess?”
“That’s right.” Bianca hesitated for a moment as she spoke, unsure whether she should say certain things or not.
“Why is he there?” Sylvia naturally didn’t know Roman’s experiences, so she asked in confusion.
Or perhaps, after Lainie left back then, she just happened to settle down there—it could just be a coincidence.
Bianca frowned and remained silent, still hesitating whether to tell Sylvia about Roman being bought by that Countess.
And… that Lady Lainie had actually already passed away from illness.
“I’m not sure. Would you like to see for yourself?”
In the end, she decided to hide this matter for now. After all, it was the time of the Ten-Year Holy City Ceremony. If her report caused the Holy Throne to have an emotional fluctuation and something went wrong, her death would hardly be enough to atone.
“After this afternoon, I will go see for myself.” Sylvia said.
After she finished speaking, even she did not notice that her heart was growing more and more restless.
Never mind the child for now—at least… she would get to see Lainie again.
“I understand.” Bianca said at last.
When the magic of the Family Crest faded, Sylvia sat down at her desk. She ignored the upcoming Universal Drill and instead took out a sheet of white paper.
Recalling the drawing board Bianca had just shown her, Sylvia silently picked up a charcoal pencil and quietly began to sketch on the paper.
The soft sound of pencil strokes echoed in the room, as if Sylvia had forgotten time itself, trying to recreate Roman’s appearance on the blank paper.
Almost no one knew that the current Pope actually possessed extremely high artistic talent. Even the nuns close to her had never realized it.
Mainly because the person who once made her love painting was no longer around, so over the years she had little interest in it.
Yet now, Sylvia seemed to have regained her former focus and seriousness. For her, a simple sketch required no effort to pick up again.
Outlining, facial features, linework, shaping…
Step by familiar step, a vivid black-and-white sketch gradually emerged.
She even added her own touches to Roman’s portrait.
For example, Bianca’s Roman was a normal frontal photo, while Sylvia’s Roman was a side profile—with gently arched brows and eyes, as charming as a crescent moon, and a smile full of affection just for her.
Gazing at Roman in the drawing, Sylvia’s hand unconsciously caressed his beautiful face. Even someone as cold as her seemed uncharacteristically gentle at this moment.
By rights, she should greatly dislike Lainie’s child.
But after truly seeing him, all that remained was an unspoken affection for someone she had never met.
Who could blame her, when he looked so much like Lainie? Sylvia thought with admiration.
However, when her hand brushed over Roman’s right eye, her movement paused for a moment.
She remembered clearly that Lainie’s Sacred Seal was the high-tier “Resurrection,” able to reconnect severed limbs, restore broken remains, and even heal a shattered heart. As long as there was still a breath left, Lainie could pull someone back from the gates of death.
The flower in Roman’s right eye was called the “Flower of Life” in the Scriptures of the Goddess, representing the purest life.
This made Sylvia associate even more.
Letting her emotions brew, Sylvia slowly stood up. As she put away the sketch, she silently pondered what she should say when they met.
If Roman truly was the Holy Child revealed by the Goddess, would she really have to take him away?
Lost in thought, Sylvia’s mind stirred, and in the next instant she appeared at the venue. The nuns on either side immediately bowed to her.
“Holy Throne.”
With a slight nod, Sylvia took the highest seat. As she sat down, the drill ceremony officially began.
Throughout the entire event, Sylvia paid no attention to the marching troops below. Her thoughts had long since drifted thousands of miles away.
Thousands of miles away, in the Lily Territory, the manor was as peaceful and harmonious as ever.
In the backyard of the manor, Roman sat before a potted plant that was about to wither and die. He closed his eyes, placing both hands above the plant.
A glowing green magic swirled around the pot, growing more and more intense.
“Meow meow~”
Cake’s little paws clung to the edge of the pot. Watching the withered leaves and shriveled branches come back to life thanks to Roman, she couldn’t help but wag her tail excitedly and meow.
Before long, the once shriveled, yellowed plant rapidly regained its vitality with Roman’s help. The branches stood tall, the leaves became lush and green, and, under Roman’s continued efforts, the plant grew even more exuberant.
“Good child, you can stop now.”
After a while, Lady Catherine’s gentle voice sounded nearby. Roman immediately opened his eyes and stopped channeling magic.
“Ah…” Looking at the thriving “jungle” in front of him, which was now taller than himself, Roman blinked in confusion.
Cake leaped joyfully onto the plant, darting up and down. Suddenly, she slipped and tumbled directly into Roman’s arms.
Roman examined the “potted plant” before him, gently stroking Cake’s little head to soothe her.
“Meow~” Cake curled up, her tail swaying near Roman’s chin, her snow-white fur bunching up into a ball in his embrace.
“Now do you see how amazing you are?” Lady Catherine walked forward, pinching a leaf on a branch as she smiled.
Helping Cake recover from her limp was actually a more advanced feat than the sight before them, but the visual impact of this miracle was undoubtedly even greater.
“Most of the time, your ability should be used to save people. However, everything must have its limits, or the consequences could be unimaginable.” Lady Catherine reminded him.
“Can ‘life’ really have any negative effects?” Roman asked, holding Cake and listening obediently.
“Of course.”
Lady Catherine smiled as she took Roman’s hand, explaining patiently, “Except for Extraordinary individuals, most ordinary people’s bodies are like bottles with limited capacity.”
“When you fill the bottle with liquid, it can be used to its fullest. But if you keep pouring in more than it can handle, unable to release the excess…”
“That’s when it shatters.”