Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 527 - 369: Matricide (3)

Chapter 527: Chapter 369: Matricide (3)

The scenes within the cage must never be known to anyone.

Having such a filthy and insane mother, covered in dirt, would tarnish the reputation of my divine status as a goddess.

This simply must not happen, right?

After all, I am Rose Vesper, the goddess. What I carry is not only myself, but also the glory of the entire Holy Court.

Yes, it’s not for me, but to prevent the reputation of the entire Holy Court from being tarnished.

Rose Vesper’s face showed sadness, "I’m so sorry, truly sorry."

"But, who let you witness this scene, who let you laugh at me in your hearts..."

Rose Vesper looked a bit neurotic, murmuring incessantly, her long hair dancing wildly behind her, growing longer, turning into terrifying serpents.

Hiss hiss hiss...

Her hair wreaked havoc inside the cage, entangling everything with golden strands everywhere.

The strands were sharper than the sharpest swords, and with the weird sounds, the pungent smell of blood permeated the entire cage.

Tiny pieces of flesh flew about.

All that fluttered in front of her was a dense red mist of blood droplets.

Some of the blood spattered onto Rose Vesper’s face, a few crimson stains mingling with the pale complexion. The white saintess costume turned a shade of scarlet as if soaked in fresh blood.

When all had settled, the hair ceased its dance.

Aside from Saintess Philis, who was bound in chains, there was no one left by Rose Vesper’s side, and the ground was just covered in a layer of minced flesh.

Those holy men, who had been protecting Rose Vesper from countless traps and leading the way, were all now mixed together, adhered to the ground.

Bits of flesh mixed with blood water trickled down the strands of hair.

The blood seemed to turn into a thick fog, churning within the cage. Rose Vesper took a deep breath and oddly felt a sweet fragrance.

Though her face was still smeared with blood beads, her expression betrayed a pure and untainted smile, lips curled in an innocent arc, and her gaze swept over the bloody scene as if she could still see the figures that once stood by her side.

"You’ve sacrificed yourselves for the noble goddess, and the glorious god will remember your honor, so, rest in peace."

Glancing down at the stains on her body, Rose Vesper frowned in annoyance, pouting. Indeed, her current state was a mess.

She definitely needed to clean up, otherwise going out like this would surely frighten the believers outside.

As her crimson tongue swept across her lips, Rose Vesper’s smile started to become weird, and a strange energy began to surge from her body. Accompanied by bizarre fluctuations, the blood clinging to her skin and clothes seemed to be absorbed by her body.

The color of the red saintess costume gradually faded, and in a matter of minutes, it had completely returned to pure white; even her dirty, long hair had regained its golden hue.

Idly brushing her strands, some dry residue fell to the ground.

With joyful clapping, Rose Vesper ensured that now no one would be able to see what had happened inside the cage.

After completing all this, Rose Vesper finally turned her gaze toward her mother, Saintess Philis.

This madwoman.

Seemingly frightened by what Rose Vesper had done, Philis’s nearly mad howling ceased as well, her gaze just blankly fixed on Rose Vesper.

In those large, soft-gold eyes, just like Rose Vesper’s, there was so much confusion.

From Rose Vesper’s body, Philis could feel a very familiar presence—perhaps, the connection of blood being thicker than water.

She subconsciously shook her arms, causing the chains to clank loudly.

Philis seemed to regain a bit of her sanity, and longing appeared in her eyes. It looked like she wanted to embrace the girl opposite her, but the chains prevented her from doing anything.

Rose Vesper slowly approached and stopped in front of Philis, her gaze sweeping over the woman who seemed much saner, showing undisguised disgust in her eyes.

Was the situation now somewhat dire?

Should she take this woman out with her?

Many holy men had already perished; if no achievements were made, it would definitely undermine the confidence of her own followers, right?

But in her current state, taking this woman out would only disgrace herself further; it wouldn’t serve any purpose at all.

Every day this woman went mad in the Holy Court, my reputation would be damaged for another day.

After a few seconds, Rose Vesper’s eyes brimmed with a warm smile as she leaned close to Philis, but that kind of smile seemed only to terrify Philis.

Despite previously longing for an embrace from Rose Vesper, Philis’s body now instinctively curled up, trembling.

It was as if she had remembered something, looking at Rose Vesper as if she were some twisted, horrific monster.

She’s truly mad, her mind not right, changing so quickly.

Well, killing so many people just now, it’s normal to be scared, and Rose Vesper was a very generous woman; she wouldn’t get angry over such a trivial matter.

"Oh, my dear mother..."

"Do you recognize me? It’s me, Rose Vesper, your daughter."

"It is the child of you and the great God."

The great God?

When these words suddenly reached Philis’s ears, the woman seemed to be struck by an unprecedented stimulus, her eyes widening, her head shaking desperately, her messy hair wavering up and down, and a series of suppressed sobs seeping from her throat.

"No... no... no..."

Ah, she really has gone mad.

Rose Vesper sighed with a tinge of regret.

Yet she still didn’t get angry and maintained a gentle smile, "My mother, don’t worry, I’m about to rescue you from this place, but in your current state, if you left this cage, you would definitely be looked down upon by outsiders."

"You wouldn’t want your daughter to be embarrassed, right? So, I will clean you up first, and once you are tidy and clean, I will take you out of here," Rose Vesper’s lips curved into a smile.

A ripple of Magic Power emanated from her fingertips.

A stream of water surged over Philis’s body, washing away her filth.

Even though she had gone mad, Philis seemed to faintly sense something, the water entwined around her, forcefully compressing her entire throat. Her eyes bulged, her lips moved subconsciously, emitting weak murmurs.

Rose Vesper listened intently and with effort, and finally pieced together a few words.

"Augus..."

"Augustus..."

"Save me!"

That voice, just like it was over twenty years ago.

...

Elsewhere.

In the deep dungeon beneath the laboratory, Augustus gasped heavily for breath.

The entire laboratory had almost completely collapsed, with a large amount of materials and test subjects buried under soil and boulders.

Even this dungeon was shaking violently, as if it might crumble at any moment, supported only by various Magic Restrictions.

In front of him was a massive right leg, which had almost completely fused with the surrounding soil.

This right leg, which had been severed from the body who knows how many years ago, pulsed with intense waves. Thankfully, upon encountering this right leg and sensing the astonishing Energy within it, Augustus immediately used various means to completely seal the area, setting up numerous Magic Arrays and Prohibitions. At this moment, it was these that allowed Augustus to suppress the fluctuations emanating from the right leg.

But even so, it was still a terrifying drain on Augustus.

He was pale, his breath heaving from his throat like a bellows.

Suddenly, Augustus felt an inexplicable pang in his heart, his heartbeat accelerating several times just in that brief moment—the pain was as though a piece of his heart had been gouged out.

This mysterious and sudden pain made Augustus stagger, struggling to maintain his footing.

What on earth was happening?

Why did his body suddenly exhibit this weird reaction?

At Augustus’s level of power, he naturally understood that any slight abnormality in his body carried different significances.

Could it be... that some problem had arisen with Philis?

No... impossible.

In this period, Augustus had reduced the frequency of his visits to Philis.

There was no helping it; hope for revenge was right before his eyes, and he had become extremely busy.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Augustus was determined to seize it at all costs.

After all, vengeance was the force that had sustained Augustus for over twenty years; without this deep-seated hatred, he felt he might have already given up long ago.

Augustus tried blending the fresh blood harvested from the right leg with various Magic Potions before injecting it into his own body.

To his surprise, he found that through this process, his magic level continued to rise.

Even signs of aging on his body began to slow down, and there were even signs of rejuvenation.

This discovery exhilarated Augustus, who craved power tremendously. He even began to neglect the Holy Court to devote most of his time to researching this right leg.

If he could return to his youth, he might be able to be with Philis, couldn’t he?

Otherwise, even if one day Philis could leave the dungeon freely, but he had grown old with gray hair or even died of old age, how could he still stay by Philis’s side?

Although the process of infusing the blood was filled with pain beyond human endurance, Augustus still bore it time after time.

He believed that this was the final darkness before seeing the light; as long as he persevered, everything would be alright.

Regarding Philis, although he had lessened the frequency of his visits, he still maintained at least one delivery of food per day, but taking care of her personal hygiene and changing her clothes was something he truly could not manage.

He believed that Philis would surely understand.

After all, this was for their bright future together.

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