The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 725 Roseline Lorian

A soldier and Roseline approached, halting their steps about two meters away from Nolan and Evalyn.

"You two…" Roseline gazed at them, her eyes wide with astonishment.

They were utterly different from her preconceived notions. She had envisioned them as common individuals with unremarkable visages.

Yet, in reality, they possessed a far more striking presence—both were exceptionally handsome and beautiful.

The man accompanying the woman, in particular, drew the eye with his deep purple irises and raven-black hair.

Such distinct features were certainly not typical within the Great Velmora Empire; instead, they bore a closer resemblance to the denizens of the eastern continent.

Meanwhile, the woman beside him was equally captivating, though through a different kind of allure—her exquisite beauty was complemented by a commanding presence and a distinct air of heroism.

What Roseline found particularly peculiar was an inexplicable feeling of affinity she sensed towards both of them, a connection that felt especially strong with the man.

It was as if an invisible thread of kinship bound them together.

Roseline abruptly shook off her musings, regaining her composure. "Who are you? And what do you mean when you claim to know the Hero of Light?"

Her voice resonated with inherent authority, carrying a subtle pressure that caused the nearby soldiers to subtly flinch.

Nevertheless, Nolan and Evalyn remained perfectly at ease, seemingly unaffected by the commanding tone.

With a subtle smile gracing his lips, Nolan brought his cupped hands together in a gesture of respect and offered a slight bow.

"Good morning, Your Highness. My apologies for intruding upon your time. My companion and I do, in fact, know the Hero of Light. I can provide proof," he stated calmly, not a trace of anxiety in his demeanor.

He subtly glanced towards Evalyn, who instantly understood his unspoken request.

Evalyn reached into her pouch, retrieving a token and holding it aloft.

The crest intricately engraved upon it depicted a lion with its maw agape—the unmistakable insignia of the Lionheart family.

Roseline scrutinized the token intently. While the token itself was unfamiliar to her, she held a firm conviction that it was no ordinary artifact.

The meticulous craftsmanship of the engraving, coupled with the regal lion symbolizing unwavering courage, strongly suggested its association with a family of considerable standing.

Nonetheless, as its origin remained unknown to her, Roseline inquired hesitantly, "Which family's emblem is this? Does it perhaps belong to another kingdom?"

Evalyn: "…"

Nolan released a quiet exhalation. He had already informed her that the Lionheart family did not exist in this current era.

Yet, Evalyn had insisted that her ancestor would undoubtedly recognize the emblem.

The situation was now abundantly clear—even Roseline, the princess, did not recognize it. This could only signify one thing: the Lionheart family had not yet been established.

Nolan gently guided Evalyn's hand down and subsequently produced his own token.

It was an imperial token, bearing the crest of the Lioran family.

Despite their temporal displacement, originating a millennium into the future, the tokens issued to every prince and princess retained the identical shape and engravings.

The sole point of divergence lay in the specific name etched onto its surface.

Upon witnessing this token, Roseline's eyes widened instantaneously.

"An imperial family token?" she gasped. "How could this possibly be?"

Her gaze, previously composed and detached towards Nolan, transformed into one of profound shock and utter disbelief.

Nolan offered a gentle smile. "It is rather a complex tale. Might we perhaps converse in a more secluded location?"

His eyes flickered towards the surrounding contingent of soldiers.

Roseline emerged from her stupor, nodding her head slowly in agreement.

"I understand."

While she remained enveloped in a cloud of confusion regarding the origin of Nolan's token, she could discern that his intentions were far from hostile.

Moments later, she personally escorted Nolan and Evalyn to a specially designated tent situated not far from their current location.

The interior of the tent was devoid of any other occupants—just the three of them—a clear indication of the trust Roseline placed in them to engage in private discourse.

"Now, tell me—who exactly are you?" Roseline inquired, her voice tinged with a newfound gravity.

Nolan did not respond immediately. Instead, he met Roseline's gaze directly, meticulously appraising her from her crown to her toes.

Whether it was mere perception or a deeper truth, Roseline bore a striking resemblance to both Elina and Evalyn in several key aspects.

Her facial structure, for instance, upon closer examination, bore a remarkable similarity to Evalyn's.

However, the particular shape of her eyes and the arch of her eyebrows leaned more towards those of Elina.

It was also crucial to remember that Roseline was the esteemed wife of the Hero of Light—and, consequently, the future matriarch of the Lionheart lineage.

In essence, she served as Evalyn's direct ancestor.

"Why do you simply stand there? Is it not your intention to answer my question?"

Roseline's cool tone served to jolt Nolan back from his contemplative state.

He offered a slight shake of his head. "My apologies, I was merely… captivated by your considerable beauty."

His response elicited a stunned silence from both Roseline and Evalyn. A faint twitch played at the corner of Evalyn's lips, and she felt an almost overwhelming urge to playfully pinch his waist.

"You possess a silver tongue. I thank you for the compliment," Roseline replied, a hint of warmth entering her voice.

The fleeting irritation that had briefly clouded her features dissipated, replaced by a gentle smile.

Nolan was undeniably a man of exceptional handsomeness—in fact, arguably the most attractive man she had ever encountered. His compliment struck her as distinct from the usual flattery she received.

Nolan emitted a soft chuckle and continued his explanation, "My name is Nolan Lorian. As I previously mentioned, I am a direct descendant of the imperial family."

Roseline was taken aback. She furrowed her brows and inquired, "Nolan Lorian? A member of the imperial family? I haven't heard of you. Are you a prince from my uncles' line?"

"No." Nolan shook his head. "I am a direct descendant of Emperor Leon."

"Emperor Leon?" Roseline froze. That was her father's name.

"Y-You must be joking. I am the first princess, Roseline Lorian. I am Emperor Leon's direct daughter!" she declared firmly.

Nolan smiled faintly. "Yes, I believe you. But I didn't say we were siblings, did I?"

Roseline fell silent, speechless. Before she could respond, Nolan continued.

"I've come from the future, Your Highness."

At the word "future," Roseline's expression changed drastically.

"T-the future!?"

Nolan nodded. "Yes, from the future."

He then explained how he and Evalyn had ended up there. Of course, he omitted many details about what would transpire in the future.

It wasn't necessary, and it would only invite further questions.

Roseline listened in silence. Only after Nolan finished did she slowly process his words.

"So… you're a descendant of the Lorian family from the future, and the woman beside you is a descendant of Rei and me in the future?"

She looked at Evalyn, who stood quietly beside Nolan.

Nolan nodded. "That's right. So you can be assured we harbor no ill intentions toward you or the Hero of Light."

Roseline fell silent, finding it hard to accept his claims readily. The future, the present, and the past felt like threads stretching and intertwining—connected, yet still separated by an insurmountable barrier.

However, her long-held beliefs had been challenged. It turned out that someone from the future could indeed travel to the past.

Roseline took a deep breath, attempting to calm the turmoil within her.

"I understand. To be honest, I still cannot fully believe it. Can you provide one more piece of proof?"

Nolan nodded. "Of course. Hold out your hand."

Roseline complied. In an instant, Nolan grasped her palm.

Roseline startled and instinctively tried to pull away, but she immediately felt a strange, indescribable sensation spread throughout her body.

Her heart pounded, and her breathing grew slightly uneven. She looked at Nolan in confusion. "What's happening to me?"

"Bloodline synchronization. Now, do you believe me?"

Nolan released her hand and offered a faint smile.

Roseline stared blankly at her palm for a moment.

"I…"