Another Heart

Those large, soft, golden eyes, just like Rosweisse's, were filled with doubt.

Felice could sense a very familiar aura emanating from Rosweisse; perhaps it was the feeling of blood being thicker than water.

She subconsciously shook her arm, causing the chains to rattle.

Felice seemed to regain a little of her senses, and a longing gradually appeared in her eyes. She seemed to want to embrace the girl opposite her, but because of the chains, she could not do anything.

Rosweisse slowly walked to a spot in front of Felice and stopped, her gaze sweeping over the woman who looked much more normal, making no attempt to hide the disgust in her eyes.

Is the situation getting a little bad?

Should we take this woman out with us?

With so many clergy already dead, wouldn't it damage the morale of his troops if they didn't gain anything?

But with this woman looking like this, taking her out would only bring shame upon myself; she'd be utterly useless.

Every day she went mad in the Holy Church, her reputation suffered a day of damage.

A few seconds later, Rosweisse, with a warm smile in her eyes, moved closer to Felice, but that smile seemed to frighten Felice.

Phyllis had even wanted to hug Rosweisse before, but now Felice just instinctively curled up and trembled.

She seemed to remember something again, and looked at Rosweisse as if she were looking at some twisted and terrifying monster.

He really is a madman; his mind is very unstable and he changes very quickly.

Well, after all, she had just killed so many people, so it was normal to be scared. Rosweisse was a very generous woman and wouldn't get angry over such a small matter.

"My dearest mother..."

"Do you recognize me? It's me, Rosweisse, your daughter."

"You are the child of you and the great god."

Great God?

When these words suddenly reached Felice's ears, the woman seemed to have suffered an unprecedented shock. Her eyes widened, her head shook violently, her disheveled hair bounced up and down, and a series of suppressed moans seeped from her throat.

No... no... no...

Sigh, they really have gone mad.

Rosweisse sighed with some regret.

But she remained calm and maintained her gentle smile, "My mother, don't worry, I'll get you out of here right away. However, if you leave this cage looking like this, people outside will definitely look down on you."

"You don't want your daughter to be embarrassed either, right? So I'll clean you up first, and once you're all clean, I'll take you away." A smile played on Rosweisse's lips.

Magic Power ripple emanated from her fingertips.

A stream of water flowed over Felice, washing away the filth from Felice body.

Although she had gone mad, Felice seemed to vaguely sense something. The water flowing around her was pressing hard on her throat. Her eyes were wide open, and her lips moved unconsciously, constantly uttering weak murmurs.

Rosweisse listened very hard and attentively, and finally caught a few words.

"Profound..."

"Augustus..."

"Help me!"

That voice was just like it was more than twenty years ago.

On the other side.

In the deep underground cavern beneath the laboratory, Augustus was panting heavily.

The entire laboratory has almost completely collapsed, and a large amount of materials and experimental subjects inside have been buried by mud and boulders.

Even the cave was shaking violently, seemingly on the verge of collapse, held together only by various magical restrictions.

Right in front of him was a huge right leg, almost completely fused with the surrounding soil.

This right leg, which had been separated from his body for who knows how many years, was surging with violent fluctuations. Fortunately, upon encountering this right leg and sensing the astonishing energy contained within it, Augustus immediately used various means to completely seal off the surroundings, setting up numerous magic arrays and restrictions. Only then was Augustus able to suppress the fluctuations emanating from the right leg.

Even so, it was still an extremely terrifying drain on Augustus.

His face was pale, and his breathing was labored, like a bellows.

Suddenly, Augustus felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of fear. His heart rate increased several times in that brief moment, and he felt a sharp pain as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out.

The inexplicable, sudden stinging pain made Augustus almost lose his balance, and he staggered backward.

What exactly is going on?

Why would the body suddenly exhibit such a strange reaction?

Having reached a level of strength like Augustus', he naturally understood that any slight abnormality in a person had a different meaning.

Could it be... that something's wrong with Felice?

No... impossible.

During this period, Augustus reduced the frequency of his visits to Felice.

With no other option, and the hope of revenge within reach, he became extremely busy.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Augustus was determined to seize it.

After all, revenge was the driving force that sustained Augustus more than twenty years. If it weren't for this intense hatred, Augustus felt that he might have collapsed long ago.

Augustus attempted to mix the blood collected from his right foot with various magical potions before finally injecting it into his own body.

To his surprise, he discovered that his Magic Power was constantly increasing through this method.

Even the signs of aging on his body have slowed down, and there are even signs of rejuvenation.

This discovery greatly excited Augustus, who was extremely power-hungry. He even neglected the Holy Church and devoted most of his time to studying the right foot.

If I could go back to my youth, I could be with Felice, right?

Otherwise, even if Felice were to leave the dungeon freely one day, he would already be old and gray, or even dead. How could he then stay by Felice's side?

Although the process of injecting blood was filled with unbearable pain for humans, Augustus endured it time and time again.

He believed that this was the last darkness before seeing the light, and that as long as he could get through it, everything would be alright.

As for Felice, although he reduced the frequency of his Felice, he still delivered meals to her at least once a day, but he simply couldn't take care of cleaning her body or changing her clothes.

He believed that Felice would understand.

After all, this is for their bright future.

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Although Augustus a vague feeling that something bad had happened, he ultimately suppressed his unease.

After all, this strange right leg was crucial to his ability to take revenge, and he didn't want to see any problems arise. If hope were to vanish, Augustus worried that he might completely Ruin and be unable to hold on any longer.

On the other side.

The chains in the cage had been cut by Rosweisse.

Saintess Felice slumped down and leaned against Rosweisse's chest.

Slender arms gently embraced her beauty, and a slight smile curved the corners of Rosweisse's lips. How wonderful it was now! The filthy stench was gone, her clothes were clean, and there wasn't a speck of dirt on her body.

Even her hair was neatly combed and hung down naturally.

It took her a full half hour; she was exhausted.

But after all, she's my mother, so it's perfectly acceptable to go through a little trouble for her appearance.

Having such a gentle and considerate daughter must make a mother very happy. It must be so, after all, she no longer makes random, strange noises like before; she is very quiet now.

Looking down at her pale face, Rosweisse's expression grew even more intense. "Then, Mother, I will take you away from here now. You haven't seen the sun in a long time, have you?"

Hey yo!

Rosweisse made strange noises as she lifted her mother's body and carried her up the blood-soaked, muddy stairs.

Throughout this process, Rosweisse kept adjusting the expression on her face.

A row of scarlet footprints was left on the stairs.

Upstairs, in Augustus's bedroom, Douglas and two other archbishops waited anxiously.

They had been waiting here for a long time, but Her Majesty the Goddess had not yet returned, and they couldn't help but feel anxious and worried.

They could smell the strong stench of blood from that entrance, and the secret passage must be riddled with deadly traps and mechanisms. Douglas even felt an urge to rush in and help.

But he also knew that his own mission was very important; if Augustus suddenly returned, at least someone would be able to hold him off.

Although Her Majesty the Goddess has managed to control a large number of members within the Holy Church during this period, this operation is no ordinary one. A large number of experts have been dispatched to control the clergy loyal to Augustus, and there are not many people left here.

Seeing that the sun outside the window was gradually setting and Her Majesty the Goddess had not yet come out, Douglas could no longer hold back. She gave a brief instruction to her companions on either side and instinctively wanted to rush in.

But at that moment, a faint light suddenly shone from that dark and deep entrance.

Immediately following was the sound of footsteps, pattering and thumping.

After some time, Rosweisse finally emerged from the secret passage, carrying Felice's body.

Upon seeing this scene, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief; the huge weight that had been pressing on their hearts was finally lifted.

Douglas's eyes lit up, and he was about to go to greet her when he suddenly realized that Rosweisse's face showed no joy whatsoever, only endless sorrow.

Saintess Felice leaned limply against Her Majesty Rosweisse's embrace, her slender wrists dangling beside her.

There wasn't even a single other priest standing behind Rosweisse.

A bad feeling was growing in Douglas's heart.

He felt his throat go dry, and he couldn't help but stammer, "Your Majesty Rosweisse, where... where are the others?"

Rosweisse's lips trembled slightly: 'Sacrificed, everyone, all of them sacrificed.'

"This secret passage is riddled with traps. They all sacrificed themselves to pave the way for me to the cage."

Two clear tears rolled down her fair cheeks, and Rosweisse's body trembled slightly, seemingly due to extreme sorrow.

Douglas felt his throat getting increasingly uncomfortable, with waves of itching that Douglas could hardly bear. "Then, then Saintess Felice..."

"My mother..."

In that instant, Rosweisse seemed to have reached her limit. She could no longer hold on; her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees, clutching her mother's body. A deep, sorrowful sob echoed through the room.

"She's already dead, that bastard Augustus... He seemed to have sensed something and killed my mother beforehand... Waaaaah..."

In an instant, everyone around turned pale.

After so much preparation and sacrifice, who could have imagined it would end like this?

Dozens of clergy sacrificed their lives, and even Her Highness Saint Felice had been killed beforehand.

Augustus, that despicable bastard.

An instant surge of anger rose in almost everyone's heart, their eyes blazing with chilling flames. They wanted to judge Augustus's crimes and make this shameless man pay the price for his actions.

Only Douglas and the other two archbishops had extremely strange expressions, a mixture of shock and even fear. The three of them could see each other's thoughts in a single glance.

This is a lie.

They had clearly heard sounds coming from deep within the passage the instant it opened.

Princess Felice must have been alive then, so why did she suddenly die now?

How could a woman who had been imprisoned in a cage for over twenty years have not a speck of dirt on her body, and even her saintly robes were spotless?

Why did all sixty-plus clergy members die, including some highly capable bishops? Did they really die because of an underground trap?

Why did Princess Felice, who was already dead, show not only fear, but also confusion on her face?

Glug!

The three of them almost simultaneously swallowed hard.

Is Her Majesty Rosweisse truly the daughter of a god?