Although Olao had been given a beating by Augustine, the resolve in his eyes had not wavered in the slightest.
Compared to Angel, whom he had only just met, Olao cared more about his own master, Augustine.
Moreover, ten thousand years of steadfast waiting would only deepen an obsession; time would not wear away that yearning.
Augustine looked at the unshakable resolve in Olao's eyes and sighed softly to himself... Toward Olao, he felt both moved and guilty. Guilty that he had not chosen to take Olao away back then, leaving him here alone for ten thousand years; and that his compatibility with Olao was limited, making him unable to personally lead Olao to the pinnacle.
It was also to make up for that guilt that, many years later, Augustine had chosen a more suitable new master for him—someone like Angel.
But changing ten thousand years of fixation was difficult.
Making Olao immediately accept Angel was even more difficult.
The only fortunate thing was that although Olao was unwilling to actively accept Angel, he was willing to obey Augustine's orders and try to follow and cooperate with Angel.
It was just that this might be somewhat unfair to Angel... After all, no one wanted the new clothes they had painstakingly cut and sewn to end up becoming another person's wedding dress.
Augustine turned to look at Angel, only to discover that Angel did not seem to care about Olao's words.
As Angel watched the scene of "deep devotion between master and servant" unfold before him, Augustine's voice suddenly rang out in his mind. "What do you think?"
"Olao's choice is very correct." Angel's thoughts moved with his will. "It is Sir who has been a little too cruel to Olao."
Olao was like a loyal dog that had guarded its