Clearly, Fissman's bow carried very little sincerity.
But Klein had no other choice. He could use force to make Fissman submit, but he could not make him accept his ideals.
Especially when they both knew each other's darkest sides, it was even harder to persuade the other.
Klein could not keep blocking Fissman from seeking an audience with Lady Gwen.
So... let the divine child decide everything!
Klein helplessly stepped aside, and Fissman entered with a light laugh.
So what if he was stronger? He was still an ant, just like himself.
When he saw Gwen again, Fissman was exceptionally devout.
"Your Highness, may you return to your kingdom soon."
When it came to ascending to godhood, perhaps Fissman was even more eager than Gwen for her to succeed.
Gwen did not discriminate against Fissman, even though he was of another race and had just done something immoral.
But morality was not particularly important in Gwen's eyes.
Systems and moral restraints had always been meant to bind the lower and middle classes.
No true member of the upper class had ever been restrained by such things. Otherwise, they would be finished.
In the end, they were merely rings through a bull's nose, another kind of shackle.
Of course, what mattered most was the result. By sheer coincidence, Fissman and Klein had brought back divinity.
Even though neither of them understood the merit of what they had done, they could still live off that achievement for the rest of their lives.
That was fate. Otherwise, why would two outsiders earn the favor of House Augusta? Even Derek had delivered two portions of Holy Power for them.
Thus, Gwen's attitude was very gentle as she said, "Rise, Fissman."
Fissman obediently stood straight, keeping his head lowered and not daring to make any