That's the truth.

Although August was able to resurrect repeatedly, the pain from his flesh being torn apart and his skull being shattered was very real.

Resurrection cannot erase these pains; instead, they will accumulate little by little like silt.

But August did not admit it, after all, if he didn't say it, no one would know if it hurt or not.

He simply stared at Viktor with his blood-red eyes and spoke viciously:

What exactly do you want?

"We can discuss this! I'll give you anything except the throne!"

Upon hearing this, Viktor stopped.

He raised his staff again, pointing it at Priscilla, who was floating in the sky.

At this moment, Priscilla remained suspended high in the sky.

She was expressionless, like a tool.

Everything that happened on the ground seemed to have nothing to do with her.

However, when August realized Viktor's intentions and saw Viktor's deep eyes...

He remained silent for a while.

Then, as if he had finally understood something, he burst into maniacal laughter:

"So that's how it is... You've also discovered her value..."

Auguste understood perfectly why Victor had stopped him.

Because he also recognized Priscilla's value.

After all, she is the only bloodline in this world...

"Victor, I knew it."

"You only want the immortality she brings you."

August stared wide-eyed in despair, his gaze blazing with fury, his voice booming like thunder:

"How could I let you succeed?!"