Although Augustus had a vague feeling that something bad might have happened, he ultimately suppressed the unease in his heart.
After all, the weird right leg before him was crucial to whether he could take his revenge. He did not want to see any problems arise here. If his hopes dissipated before him, Augustus feared he might completely fall apart, unable to hold on any longer.
Elsewhere.
The chains of the cage had been severed by Rose Vesper.
Saintess Philis's body slumped down, leaning into Rose Vesper's embrace.
With slender arms, she gently hugged her beauty. Rose Vesper's lips curled into a faint smile. How wonderful it was now, with no filthy stench on her, and her clothes clean and spotless, not a single speck of dirt on her entire body.
Even her hair was neatly combed and naturally fell.
It took her half an hour, and she was tired.
But after all, this was her mother. To work hard for her mother's appearance was completely acceptable.
