“Shattered?” Roman heard the seriousness in Lady Catherine’s tone and became noticeably more attentive.
“Yes.”
Lady Catherine pointed at the potted plant in front of her and said, “After all, people aren’t plants. A plant’s growth is practically limitless, so if you pour too much Magic Power into it, it’ll just turn from a potted plant into a small thicket.”
“But the Human body has clear limits, especially for ordinary people.”
“Their capacity is actually quite limited. If you pour too much Magic Power into them, their bodies simply won’t be able to withstand it and they’ll die from bursting apart. That would be a very cruel scene.”
Roman imagined such a scene. He’d originally set out to save someone, but ended up causing the other person to die from their body exploding under the strain…
That scene would probably be one of blood spraying everywhere and severed limbs flying through the air.
Just imagining it sent chills down his spine.
“So, the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility. You have to consider more things. As an Extraordinary, this is even more important when interacting with Humans. Otherwise, even normal interactions can sometimes lead to irreversible consequences.”
There was once an Extraordinary whose ability was speed. Because he got too excited and ran through the city, his excessive speed directly turned several civilians into a mist of blood…
Catherine didn’t tell Roman about such things. Her intention was simply to remind him that excess is never good.
“Your ability is, at its core, meant for saving people. It’s actually very hard to use it to harm others. As long as you remember this, there’s no need to be so nervous.”
“But…”
Lady Catherine paused, then continued after some thought, “You need to use different means for different people. When facing those who want to hurt you, sometimes you can’t defeat them head-on. That’s when you can find another way to deal with them.”
“In short, power like Extraordinary Magic Power ultimately depends on the user. If a bad person obtains the Mark of Life, she’ll find ways to use it for evil. But if a good person receives the Mark of Slaughter, she’ll still discipline herself and not let the Sacred Seal go out of control and hurt others.”
“And Roman, you’re the kindest and most sensible child I’ve ever met. I believe you won’t go down the wrong path.”
Hearing Lady Catherine’s words of trust, Roman nodded earnestly.
After last night, he really had become a Mid-rank Transcendent overnight, just as Lady Catherine had said.
The changes were obvious. First, his Magic Power reserves—compared to before, when using Magic Power would empty him out immediately, now, while he couldn’t compare to a lake or sea, at least he was at the level of a stream.
After using Magic Power earlier, he barely felt anything. And it wasn’t just a matter of quantity; the quality of his Magic Power had improved even more noticeably.
Compared to before, he could now use less Magic Power to achieve higher-level magic.
“Speaking of which… how is that little girl Annie doing now?”
Roman recalled with a slightly odd expression, “I went to check on her this morning. The toxins in her body were basically all burned away by Milis’ flames. It’s just that…”
“Just that her internal organs were almost necrotic, right?” Lady Catherine finished for him.
“Mm.”
To an ordinary person, organ necrosis would mean there’s no hope left. Yet the two of them discussed it as calmly as if talking about a common cold.
“I’ve already helped her recover from all those lingering problems,” Roman said.
The situation had gone even more smoothly than he expected. After treating Annie’s body that morning, he had already cured her organ necrosis.
However… recalling the accident that happened earlier that day, Roman’s cheeks reddened and his gaze wandered uneasily toward the lawn.
At the time, he had slowly infused his Magic Power into Annie’s body, watching as her body gradually healed and her organs returned to a healthy state.
But for some unknown reason, after Annie opened her eyes and woke up, her state became extremely strange…
Her face was flushed an unhealthy red, her eyes fixed on him, and her hands, which had been resting normally on the bed, unconsciously reached out to touch his arm.
Roman thought she might have a fever and reached out to feel her forehead, but this seemingly gentle and quiet little maid suddenly went wild, tackling him to the ground.
She kissed his collarbone while frantically tearing at his clothes, desperately trying to vent something right away.
Fortunately, Roman was no longer the same as before. While he couldn’t compare to Luo Xiya in terms of strength, dealing with this unruly little maid was no problem.
After a moment of surprise, Roman immediately pinned Annie’s hands behind her back on the bed, staring at her in confusion.
Even with her hands restrained behind her back at the edge of the bed, Annie still didn’t calm down. With burning intensity, she kept pleading with Roman, begging him to give her a “chance.”
Looking at her tightly clenched legs, the damp, strap-on stockings, her sweat-drenched face, and her eyes seemingly sparkling with hearts, Roman gradually realized what was going on with Annie.
Roman, no longer a naive fledgling, had seen Luo Xiya show such wild passion in the middle of the night—but that was because the two of them had become deeply intimate. This time, he was only helping Annie recover from illness…
Could his Magic Power really have this kind of effect?
For a moment, he was completely lost in confusion and doubt.
But one thing was certain: this was the kind of situation that, best—or rather, absolutely—must not be seen by a third person.
So he could only temporarily tolerate her outrageous behavior and help her deal with the immediate problem…
Just like that, he released her hands, and Annie immediately pounced on him again.
This gave Roman a headache. Was he really going to have to “detoxify” her personally?
He dismissed that option without hesitation. As he was preparing to try something else, Annie seemed to regain a bit of reason. Reluctantly, she let go of Roman’s arm and crawled on the ground like a dog.
“My lord, may I kiss your feet? That alone would be enough…” Annie nuzzled Roman’s feet with her cheek, sticking out her fragrant tongue as she pleaded.
Looking at Annie on the ground, her head bowed low but her hips raised high, her fawning manner made Roman feel as if he could see a wagging tail behind her.
Such a request wasn’t excessive, so Roman silently agreed.
So, on that bright morning, the delicate and cute little maid Annie crawled on the floor, lifting her maid skirt up to her waist, exposing her round, lovely bottom and her pale, strappy-stockinged thighs.
She reached her hand down in front of Roman, and when he took off his shoes, she began to kiss his feet like the most eager lapdog, using this to comfort herself.
Even later, Roman gradually closed his eyes, letting the little bitch suck on his toes with all her might.
Hearing the slurping and thrusting sounds in front of him, Roman quietly turned his head away, his face flushing deep red.