Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1171 - 404: Such a Terrifying - Title_3

Chapter 1171: Chapter 404: Such a Terrifying Chapter Title_3

First you notice, then you’re blown away by her figure.

You’d say it’s natural; she uses Magic. You’d say it’s not; she’s never resorted to technology or an extreme workout.

Moreover, many female mages have their own magic formula to maintain a proud figure, with several Goddesses leading the way, applying filters to the max.

High-class restaurants set the standard for chic, offering exquisite dishes at staggering prices.

Isabella completely ignored the standard, treating the high-class eatery like a buffet. After a banquet that had the manager ecstatic and the chefs silently weeping, she set down her knife and fork and elegantly dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

Quite graceful indeed.

"..."x2

Wayne rolls his eyes, suspecting that Isabella’s unsightly eating was deliberate, as if a beauty, when encountering a lecher, would keep her purity by shoving her hands in her pockets, scaring the lecher so much that he wouldn’t dare make a move.

This idea of Wayne’s is purely projection; having played the part of the lecher for so long, he hadn’t snapped out of it and started to actually see himself as one.

Isabella’s eating style has always been hearty, and not intentionally targeting anyone. The chances of her seeing him as a lecher are even less likely. In Isabella’s eyes, Wayne’s character is noteworthy and outstanding, not lustful.

If she really had designs on him, she wouldn’t have introduced him to her lovers’ secretary; instead, she would’ve pretended to be single and arranged a chance encounter in The City of Romance, Paris.

After filling up, Isabella picked up a glass of red wine from the table and took a small sip: "I’m very sorry, last time we parted, I promised to treat you to a gourmet meal in Paris, and yet I’ve been the one eating. But don’t worry, I’ll still take care of this meal."

"Are you sure?"

Wayne tilted his head slightly and snapped his fingers. The lobby manager, smiling but silent, came over with the bill.

A very long bill with a very long number, turning Isabella’s face green.

"Although this restaurant isn’t the best, it’s undoubtedly the priciest. Need me to lend you some money to tide you over?" Wayne teased, taking a wallet out of Mona’s bag to settle the bill and joining the high-end members’ club.

"As expected of you, one meal and I’m thrust into the super VIP club."

"Sorry..."

Isabella hung her head in shame. She hadn’t noticed when she entered, and only when settling the bill did she realize she couldn’t afford to dine at this restaurant.

What, you ask why didn’t she notice while eating?

Asking such a question, you clearly don’t understand foodies.

"No worries, I’ve been doing quite well these past two years, saved a little money. Take The Church, for example, I haven’t been shy about embezzling funds lately," Wayne consoled.

Isabella: "..."

Should she be hearing this?

"Have you eaten your fill?"

"Yes, I’m full."

"Would you like some fruit?"

"Oh, sorry to trouble you."

For high-level members, desserts and fruits are free. Wayne snaps his fingers, and the lobby manager almost teleports over, promptly ordering an arrangement after hearing that the Heavenly Father needed fruit to cleanse the greasiness.

"Isabella, I have a few questions for you," Wayne said, raising an eyebrow: "I became the Divine Oracle High Priest in March, and it’s already May. It seems Paris is still unaware?"

"I have not received any notification, and The Church hasn’t issued any official documents regarding this matter," Isabella honestly replied.

Wayne nodded. Pope Saina was utterly loyal to him, and like Anastasia, she was extremely devout. The Church headquarters had issued the official documents of the Divine Oracle High Priest’s promotion to all districts, and the Lundan District had received theirs; it couldn’t be that the Frank side had heard nothing.

No need to wonder, it must be the Insectoids gumming up the works.

After all, natural The Church, Wayne was not surprised at all.

"Tell me, what’s the District’s current impression of The Church headquarters?"

"Pope Ludwig has decentralized his power and currently does not participate in government affairs. Pontiff Saina is now in charge of domestic policy, and if all goes well, she will officially become Pope within ten years," Isabella continued while eating her banana.

A very correct understanding. Not to mention the District, there aren’t many at the headquarters who know that Ludwig is already dead.

"Who’s currently managing the Paris District headquarters, and have there been any anomalies recently?"

"The High Priest, Lady Sang Lan, a Legendary Mage, is in charge, assisted by four other Priests..."

"There have been no anomalies recently. It’s the same as it has always been, only the connections with other churches have grown closer due to The Black Principle Cult..."

Isabella slowly explained, enlightening the outsider on the dire chaos of Paris.

Frank is one of the seven major districts of The Naturalism Church, with its headquarters in Paris, and a permanent Legendary Mage High Priest along with four Golden Mage Priests to assist.

Without the Royal Family’s suppression, the influence of several churches in Frank is very strong; they join hands in controlling the Magic Realm of Frank.

The most direct manifestation is that the Magic Department Headquarters affiliated with Frank is under the control of several churches, with four Legendary Mages from the Natural, Sun, Moonlight, and Heavenly Father’s Court serving as honorary vice ministers of the department, advancing a Golden Mage as the minister.

Who’s in charge and who’s the boss is clear at a glance.

It can be said that the current benefit structure of the Magic Realm in Frank is intricate and intertwined, forming a complex web of interests.

Leave it be and all is well, but investigate and you’re bound to stir up trouble, burning down all the warehouses wouldn’t even suffice.

With the benefit structure solidified, there are only covert fights, no open conflicts; the covert fights between churches, internal consumption within each church, and their united front against external pressures like the Death Knights.

In one word: chaos.

About a year ago, a mysterious organization known as The Black Principle Cult emerged in Paris, initially just a small spark that could be easily snuffed out, and it didn’t draw much attention.

In half a year’s time, their momentum grew increasingly fierce, drawing the focus of several churches, which after secret investigations, labelled it as a cult and became the prey jointly suppressed by the churches.