The Witch Connection (2)

Nonsense, the other party is the emperor, what else can you do but try to understand?

Furthermore, this kind of thing is indeed unbearable.

Only Carol, seeing the smile on her father's lips, felt a chill run through her body, an indescribable fear coursing through her.

On the other side, the Earth Mother Church.

Saint Monica sat enthroned on her Saint Monica throne, receiving a constant stream of all sorts of intelligence.

The only message from Augustus was that they should hold back for the time being.

They would only act after Rosweisse made his move, but Rosweisse's group didn't seem to be planning to act immediately; they seemed to be waiting for something.

Augustus, on the other hand, appeared in the laboratory.

An eerie light flickered in his dim, yellowish eyes.

The nauseating stench in the laboratory grew stronger and stronger, and then two more rotting corpses appeared.

One is human, the other is Magic Creature.

Augustus had tried his best to use potions to cleanse and suppress the power and will within the blood, but the test subjects still couldn't hold on. Augustus watched helplessly as the two test subjects' bodies, propelled by the surging energy, swelled like giant balloons, growing larger and larger until finally, their entire bodies exploded with a bang.

"Waste!"

As expected, only the corpse of Hero could satisfy his desires.

Taking two deep breaths, Augustus picked up another bottle of potion from the lab table. It was a deep crimson with a hint of dark green, made from that strange blood and a magic potion that Augustus himself had concocted.

Augustus sense that it contained a considerable amount of energy.

At the same time, he was very confident in the power of his potions, believing that they had cleared the chaotic and strange will from the blood, and even if there were any remnants, he could control them completely with his own willpower.

After a brief pause, Augustus injected the potion into his body.

His emaciated body began to tremble violently as if electrocuted, and strange markings spread across Augustus's skin, while bizarre, hissing breaths came from his throat.

He couldn't even control his body and collapsed to the ground, his entire body convulsing violently.

This feeling is not pleasant.

But no matter how painful it was, Augustus would endure it.

He needs revenge; he can't die so soon.

He also wanted to see Felice fully recovered and walk out of that dungeon looking beautiful.

His eyes were fixed intently, and it was this very will that allowed Augustus to endure everything.

After a long, long time, Augustus's breathing finally calmed down. He struggled to get up from the ground, and seemed to have become a little younger. Even his originally wrinkled body was now slightly more relaxed.

The Holy Church.

Douglas was in the saint's boudoir, reporting the latest developments to Rosweisse.

Recently, Rosweisse has experienced what true sublimity is. Those with great power and status are respectful before her, and that feeling is incredibly satisfying. Is this what the Pope feels like on a daily basis?

No, the Pope felt it more than he did.

Because the Pope's position is more prestigious than his own.

But she is of divine blood.

The position of Pope rightfully belongs to her. That bastard Augustus the real usurper. One day, she, Rosweisse, will take back everything that is rightfully hers.

Although she was not yet the Pope, Rosweisse already had some of the Pope's mannerisms. She sat upright with her hands on the armrests, her eyes slightly narrowed, listening to Douglas's voice beside her.

"Your Highness, after extensive investigation, we have obtained some leads regarding Saintess Felice."

"Augustus locks himself in his room for a period of time every day and does not receive any guests during this time, so we suspect that there may be a secret passage or something similar in Augustus's bedroom that leads to the cell where Princess Felice is being held."

"Perhaps, while Augustus is away from the Holy See for an extended period, we can break the various restrictions and rescue Saintess Felice."

Rosweisse frowned.

I was somewhat displeased with Douglas's report.

She didn't want to rescue Felice. Although she was nominally her mother, there was no affection between them. In Rosweisse's eyes, that woman was nothing more than a vessel used by the gods to give birth to her, without any other significance.

This receptor could be Felice, or it could be Alice, Alice...

If she didn't have a trace of Felice's blood flowing through her veins, she would be even purer and more noble.

It was Felice, her mother, who left an indelible stain on her.

Moreover, this so-called mother has been imprisoned for decades; what has become of her now?

Will she become filthy, filthy, and wretched? Will she have been driven mad by imprisonment? This woman is her mother—will this tarnish her reputation as the daughter of God, the first female Pope of the Holy Church?

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Chapter 347 Witch Connection (2)

Although she had never met her mother, Rosweisse already harbored a deep loathing for her.

But she couldn't show it in front of Douglas, even though Douglas was her most loyal henchman and confidant.

In front of others, she had to pretend to be very worried about her mother. If she showed her dissatisfaction and disgust with her mother and did not try to save her, it would certainly damage her image as the daughter of God and add some indelible stains to the glory of her being the first female pope of the Holy Church.

A hint of anxiety appeared on Rosweisse's face. "Really? That's wonderful! Douglas, I'm counting on you all. You must investigate this thoroughly. I want to personally rescue my mother..."

"She has endured far too much suffering for me."

"Douglas, I owe my life to you. Otherwise, I would never have survived until now. After I overthrow Augustus's tyrannical rule, your contribution will be unparalleled."

Douglas was so excited that his facial muscles were trembling.

Ah, how merciful, how great is Your Highness!

To be able to become Her Highness the Goddess's greatest contributor was the highest honor for Douglas.

Douglas knelt reverently before Rosweisse, cupped one of Rosweisse feet in his hands, and kissed the tip of her shoe.

"Your Highness, Douglas will offer you eternal loyalty."

Douglas's performance filled Rosweisse with unprecedented satisfaction... Look at him, this is Douglas, the second-in-command of the Holy Church and the Cardinal of the Heresy Inquisition.

Someone stronger and of higher status than himself is now forced to kneel before him and lick his shoes.

Rosweisse was filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

But soon, that beautiful and noble face turned gloomy again. Her gaze swept over Douglas's crazed face, and while Rosweisse felt intense satisfaction, she couldn't help but feel disgust. Who gave this wretched man permission to touch this Empress's body at will?

Who do you think you are, to touch my body as you please? Only Lord Jello can touch her body, and anyone who dares to defile it will pay the heaviest price.

Because she still needs Douglas, Rosweisse can tolerate Douglas rude behavior. Once she becomes the Pope and her position is completely secure, Douglas will no longer be necessary.

Suddenly, a strange thought popped into her head: what if the man kneeling before her, licking her shoes, was that bastard Qin Chu?

Rosweisse wasn't really keen on killing Qin Chu so quickly.

While reviving Jello is important, I really want to torment that bastard Qin Chu properly.

Qin Chu is very strong, but I, who possess the Divine Bloodline, definitely have greater potential and more outstanding talent than Qin Chu.

She wanted to thoroughly humiliate Qin Chu, to make that Qin Chu understand just how wrong his previous decision had been. She wanted to kill his most beloved little maid in front of Qin Chu, watching Qin Chu wail in agony and despair—that scene would surely be incredibly beautiful, wouldn't it?

The thought of it filled Rosweisse's eyes with a twisted excitement; it was just too good, too comfortable, and she couldn't wait to see that scene.

If Douglas hadn't been there to keep her composed, Rosweisse might have burst out laughing.

"Douglas, get up..."

Taking a deep breath, Rosweisse calmed herself down. "How's that other matter I asked you to investigate?"

Indeed, even while pursuing papal power and greater strength, Rosweisse did not forget another goal: Jello's Soul Fragment.

After winning over so many important figures in the Holy See, Rosweisse's manpower at her disposal increased dramatically.

"We've already found some leads, and we're currently confirming them!"

Sage Mountain!

The thirteen Grand Sage, twelve old men excluding Natia, were all gathered together.

They keenly sensed the unusual activity coming from the Imperial City.

As the weakest of the empire's four major powers, these dozen or so old men chose to withdraw.

They would not get involved in the turmoil in the Imperial City, since Sage Mountain could not afford to offend any of the three forces.

But these twelve old men certainly didn't want it to end there; they were discussing something that Natia absolutely couldn't hear.

The Commoners' District.

Inside the bar, Candice frowned.

Some important information has come from Ramon, and we must inform Lord Horus immediately.

But for some reason, Lord Horus is completely unreachable, and no one knows what he's doing.

Inside the Hero's Palace.

Saya ultimately couldn't escape.

Amidst Saya's slightly terrified scream, the two bodies became entangled.

On the other side.

The Nobles' District has welcomed a new guest.

She was a young woman.

She is tall with a slender and well-proportioned figure.

Her body was perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin.

Her long, jet-black dress exuded a slightly ominous aura, while her waterfall-like silver hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching her knees. The contrast between black and white added to her dazzling presence.

Her scarlet eyes held an alluring, bewitching quality.

This is Saya Nicholas.

Or rather, he is another Saya Nicholas.

The Demon King's Castle and the Imperial City of the Orwell Empire are more than a thousand miles apart, but for Saya, this has never been a problem. She can simply pray to the Void and the Spatial Teleportation Magic Array will be activated immediately.

Saya concluded that some ignorant fool in the human world was impersonating her and swindling people.

Although Saya felt that her temper was relatively mild among Witch, she still couldn't tolerate this kind of thing and decided to temporarily leave the Demon King's Palace to visit the human world.

Since we're coming to the human world, the first place we'll naturally visit is the Imperial City of the largest human empire, the Orwell Empire.

Come to think of it, when was the last time she entered the Imperial City? More than ten years ago? I've kind of forgotten.

But... Saya looked around with some suspicion. The city's layout and architecture were very similar to those of ten years ago, with only minor differences.

But when did the Imperial City of the empire become so desolate?

Ten years ago, Saya clearly remembered that the Imperial City was crowded with people and cars and people coming and going on the streets of the Nobles' District. Unlike now, there are hardly any people to be seen.

Could it be that the human empire declined so quickly because of the Magic Creature attacks?

Even the sky was gloomy, the whole city was lifeless, and the towering buildings looked more like tombs.

Well, whatever.

Saya didn't really care.

She wanted to find a shop to get a cup of milk tea.

In the human world, the only things that can attract Saya are some delicious cakes and refreshing drinks; nothing else can arouse Saya interest.

Soon, Saya saw the target she was looking for. A smile suddenly bloomed on her goddess-like face, as if even the gloomy sky gained more color because of this smile.

Saya quickened her pace toward the cake shop, her black skirt fluttering gently, revealing a glimpse of her fair legs.

They had only taken a couple of steps:

"Ah!"

Saya suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her once rosy cheeks turned deathly pale in an instant.