Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 532 - 374: Augustus’s Despair (3)

Chapter 532: Chapter 374: Augustus’s Despair (3)

Lady Rose Vesper’s mother hadn’t appeared at all during the first week, and Qin Chu had only heard some rumors.

But from the face of the woman in the ice coffin, Qin Chu could be certain that this woman was definitely Rose Vesper’s mother, they looked too much alike.

Considering her age, this woman should have been in her forties or fifties already, but the years had not left too many traces on her face. If she could stand alive next to Rose Vesper, perhaps people would think they were sisters.

However, the words spoken by Rose Vesper were indeed scoffed at.

In this place, apart from Norma, who was naive and simple, who else wasn’t a sly old fox?

Was this woman really killed by Augustus?

In an instant, apart from the chanting of the Holy Men, the whole Holy Hall fell completely silent, as every pair of eyes involuntarily swept over Rose Vesper, each feeling their own inner shock.

Rose Vesper, this woman, was truly terrifying. In order to take down Augustus, she had actually killed her own biological mother, just to frame Augustus.

Still, no one dared to voice these thoughts, and the expressions on their faces were particularly somber.

It seemed that the matter was more serious than imagined.

Qin Chu glanced around the Holy Hall, including Douglas and a large number of bishops, archbishops, and Holy Knight Deputy Commanders.

The atmosphere was so tense it was like the heavy clouds before a storm, which could burst open at any moment.

After who knows how long, Qin Chu’s voice finally broke the silence,

"Impossible, I don’t believe Augustus would do such a thing."

This time, he, Qin Chu, decided to play the nice guy who stirs up trouble, pushing the blame forward.

That statement immediately provoked many Holy Men’s angry glares.

The body was right there, and you still doubted it? Are you siding with Augustus?

Rose Vesper couldn’t help but curse in her heart, calling him a bastard.

But compared to others, Rose Vesper was a bit more patient. She lifted her head, gazing at Qin Chu with golden, tearful eyes, her little hand clutching Qin Chu’s palm against her heart.

"Mr. Brave, are you doubting my words?"

Hissss...

That soft, vulnerable voice, as though deeply hurt by Qin Chu’s suspicion, immediately made Qin Chu’s skin crawl.

This woman was truly too good at acting.

As for the group of Holy Men nearby, their eyes were practically spitting fire.

Damn it, she is the Divine Empress, even if you are Mr. Brave, you’re not someone who can touch her carelessly—pull your dirty hands away now!

Poor Qin Chu, it was Rose Vesper who had reached out to grab his hand on her own, how was it his fault?

"Rose Vesper, it’s not that I don’t want to believe you, I just find it hard to believe that Augustus would do such a thing. After all, he is already the Pope; what good would such an act do for him?"

Although everyone inside the Holy Hall was under Rose Vesper’s command, Qin Chu still wanted to strike trouble.

He wanted to plant a seed of doubt in their minds, even if just a little bit.

Rose Vesper’s expression stiffened slightly; she couldn’t disclose that Luo Sifeili was imprisoned by Augustus, as that would tarnish her own reputation.

Her excessive pride made it difficult for Rose Vesper to answer this question on the spot.

Saint Monica, understanding the exact moment she needed to speak up, seized the brief pause,

"I share the same view as Mr. Brave. Augustus is the Pope of the Holy Court after all, and the implications of this matter are significant; it is better not to jump to conclusions lightly."

"Moreover, has anyone actually witnessed Augustus killing Princess Philis?"

Saint Monica knew Saintess Philis well, their relationship had even been quite good, and seeing Philis reduced to this state now stirred some sadness in her heart.

"Furthermore, Philis had been missing for many years, and now she suddenly appears in this condition; I feel that this matter is not so simple, perhaps someone is framing others, deliberately inciting internal strife within the Holy Court."

"Could it be a Demon’s doing, especially since Mr. Brave, with his great power, not only repelled the front-line Demons but even slew the Second Prince of Demons, causing a severe drop in the morale of the Demons, while the Human Alliance took the opportunity to recapture a lot of lost territory?"

"Could this be a disruption deliberately caused by the Demons to incite discord among humans?"

"Lady Roseveis, I know losing your mother must be very painful for you, but we still need to investigate this matter carefully."

Spit, you are the Demon, your whole family are Demons.

Rose Vesper cursed inwardly, but she didn’t know how to respond immediately. She had thought her plan was flawless, but now it seemed she was still too naive, as Qin Chu and Saint Monica had easily found its flaws.

And the words of Saint Monica were watertight, leaving her completely at a loss for rebuttal.

What’s worse, some Holy Men around were even whispering to each other, exchanging glances.

Initially, they were filled with righteous indignation, thinking that Augustus, the mighty Pope, had committed such a shameless act, which was the greatest disgrace in thousands of years of Holy Court history.

But now, they felt perhaps it had been too rash to judge the Pope without thoroughly investigating the matter first. Was it really okay?

The commotion made Rose Vesper feel annoyed and flustered, as she had wanted to use Mr. Brave and Saint Monica as witnesses, and if needed, leverage their strength to eliminate Augustus. She hadn’t expected it to turn out like this.

However, the more this happened, the more Rose Vesper believed that Qin Chu and Saint Monica did not know the truth.

If these two people had no doubts about what they said, Rose Vesper would be worried that something was wrong.

Just as Rose Vesper was momentarily at a loss, Douglas suddenly stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Brave, Her Majesty Saint Monica..."

"I’m sorry, some matters are confidential to the Holy Court. We originally did not plan to make them public, after all, it concerns the reputations of Philis and Lady Rose Vesper," Douglas carefully chose his words.

Rose Vesper’s pupils suddenly constricted; she knew what Douglas was about to say. She was unwilling, yet she couldn’t stop it because there was no other way to convince Qin Chu and Saint Monica apart from the matter Douglas was about to reveal.

Douglas vividly described how Augustus had suddenly left the Church Court without leaving any information. Puzzled, he entered the Pope’s bedroom and accidentally discovered a passage leading to the underground.

"At the deepest part of the passage was a cage, inside of which was Philis, who had long been dead," said Douglas.

"Philis did not disappear; she had been imprisoned and tortured by Augustus for over twenty years," he continued.

"We all witnessed this scene together; it could not possibly be faked. Philis truly died at the hands of Augustus."

"This demon must be brought to justice."

Another archbishop exclaimed, "Yes, he must be brought to justice."

Under Douglas’ deliberate instigation, the entire Holy Hall erupted in fervent agitation. The initial doubts were instantly overshadowed by the heated emotions, and every Holy Man was shouting and roaring like furious beasts.

Catherine, Asina, and Silf also firmly stood behind Rose Vesper.

This made Rose Vesper somewhat smug. Yes, this was exactly how it should be.

Meanwhile, Qin Chu focused his gaze on the body of Saintess Philis inside the ice coffin, feeling that something was not quite right with the corpse of the Saintess.

The Saintess was indeed dead.

At least, that was true in terms of her physical body.

...

On the other side, Augustus finally returned to the Holy Court.

Although he found it strange that the lights were still bright in the Holy Hall under the cover of night, Augustus had no time to ponder over that and went straight to his bedroom.

He had been away for too long and was uncertain about the current condition of Philis. Although there was a reason for everything, he was still filled with remorse.

However, when Augustus hurried back to his bedroom, he was shocked to find the room in a chaotic mess, as if it had been ransacked. Worse yet, even the entrance to the secret passage was open.

A sudden chill went down his spine.

A terrible premonition was spreading in Augustus’ heart.

His dry throat moved rapidly, swallowing saliva, and even his movements seemed somewhat flustered.

No sooner had he entered the passage than a pungent, rotten stench of blood hit him. The floor beneath his feet, the walls on either side, everywhere he could see was stained with dark, dried blood.

The bad feeling grew stronger, and Augustus could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He ran desperately downward, and inadvertently stumbled, rolling down the slope like a round ball until his body slammed into the wall and stopped.

Looking up, several chains dangled weakly. Where was Philis?

Philis?

Where had Philis gone?

In that instant, Augustus, devoid of any papal dignity, seemed like an old man engulfed in fear. He frantically turned his head searching.

But the small cage had nowhere to hide.

His heart grew more and more chaotic and terrified. He didn’t know what had happened during his absence.

Suddenly, Augustus’ pupils constricted as he thought of the brightly lit Holy Hall.

It was already past midnight, yet there seemed to be a large crowd gathered there. What were they doing?

Could it be that Philis had broken free from the chains and been captured by the Holy Court clergy?

At this thought, Augustus could hold back no longer. He quickly scrambled up from the ground and rushed out of the passage at unprecedented speed. As soon as he reached his bedroom, he couldn’t contain the urge in his chest and smashed through the wall toward the Holy Hall.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the Holy Hall, his gaze swept through the inside.

Mr. Brave, Saint Monica... none of the other figures made an impression on Augustus’ eyes.

His gaze was fixed solely on the ice coffin placed in the center of the Holy Hall.

And inside it, the beautiful, silent figure.

Hum...

In an instant, Augustus felt as if struck by lightning.

His complexion turned deathly pale in a flash.

His body shook violently, and he saw only black and white colors in front of his eyes. Although he was one of the strongest among humans, at that moment, Augustus felt the world spinning around him, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

His hoarse scream, like a cuckoo’s blood-curdling cry, tore through the dark night sky.

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