บท 479: Amara

If any of the undead kings had caught a glimpse of Augustus at this moment, they would have been taken aback in awe. His eyes were so piercing and cold that they seemed to belong to none other than Death itself.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in came a maid holding a bundle of keys in her hand. Her appearance caused a flicker of emotion to light up Augustus's eyes. He no longer appeared as lifeless as before.

The young maid's face broke into a smile of relief as she spotted him, and she exclaimed, "Ah, my lord! I've been searching for you everywhere!"

The maid in question was a young woman by the name of Amara.

She had short black hair that fell just past her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her figure was slim and delicate, with just the right amount of curves in all the right places, including her mid-sized but shapely breasts.