Chapter 151
Gedgar swept his gaze across the red carpet of the chapel and looked up at the platform. As he raised his eyes a bit further, a statue of the goddess hanging on the wall smiled benevolently.
“For something made from a prostitute, it’s quite well done.”
In response to Gedgar’s sneer, a pot-bellied man in luxurious attire spoke up.
“Now, now, stop calling her a prostitute. She was a woman as pure as ivory, you know.”
Gedgar stared blankly at the pot-bellied man. The true power behind the empire that made his sister a queen—Gillem. It was obvious that the statue reflected his twisted tastes.
“So what? She’s probably rotted away by now,” Gedgar sneered, causing Gillem to click his tongue in disapproval.
“Beauty is preserved in its original form before it fades from memory. That’s aesthetics.”
“I can never understand your tastes.”
“That’s my line, Gedgar.”