Mythology Rebooted -
Chapter 1195 - 410 Full of Stories_3
Chapter 1195: Chapter 410 Full of Stories_3
Cote was furious and pointed her finger like a sword at Wayne: "We are the Holy Maiden of The Church. We will not accept any charity from the Devil, let alone such hypocritical charity. Kill us if you will; I will never submit."
"Well said. But it seems like you’re the only one who thinks so," Wayne said with a tilt of his head and a smile.
"???"
Confused, Cote turned around and saw Guinevere draping a Black Robe over herself, and then she realized what was happening.
"Traitor, you have shamed the Moonlight Goddess!"
"It is you who have shamed the Sun Goddess. Hurry and put on your clothes; your rear is nearly showing," Guinevere said sternly.
Cote’s face turned beet red. She adjusted the hem of her robe, looked down at the Black Robe and then at Wayne, who had a kind expression. After struggling for a moment, she said through gritted teeth: "Even if I were naked, I would never accept charity from the Devil. If I have shamed the Goddess, I will apologize to her and proudly tell her that I did not retreat an inch in the face of the Devil!"
Guinevere, face turning a livid color from the scolding, coldly huffed: "Congratulations, the Devil is about to fulfill your wish."
"It’s you, actually. The robe you are wearing is shaped by the Devil’s thoughts; he can take it away at any moment," Cote contested, arguing with Guinevere.
Their personal grievances reminded Wayne of Saina and Anastasia as he saw them arguing incessantly, and he interjected forcefully: "As a neutral bystander, let me say something fair—I will not take away the Black Robe; you can wear it with confidence."
Guinevere squinted slightly, her lips curling into a faint smile as she bowed her thanks.
It was clear she was planning something.
Cote, still fiery-tempered, maintained her stance of not wearing the robe, tightly pressing down on her blouse to prevent the Devil from realizing her fears.
Wayne snapped his fingers, and Givenchy waved summoning two robes from afar.
One gold and one silver, these were exactly the magical garbs they had just removed.
Stunned, Cote picked up the Golden Robe and put it on, covering her exposed body and regaining some sense of security. Her expression softened considerably.
Guinevere: "..."
Looking at the Black Robe she was wearing, then at the silver robe on the ground, she felt overwhelmed.
This story teaches us, only when you know both yourself and your enemy can you fight a hundred battles with a hundred victories. Planning without understanding the enemy’s tactics will only lead to cleverness betraying oneself.
Wayne watched Guinevere with interest, tilting his head and smiling: "So, Her Holiness of the Moonlight Church, how will you choose? Continue wearing the clothes shaped by the Devil’s thoughts, or change clothes in front of the Devil?"
Guinevere silently picked up the silver robe and put it on over the Black Robe.
That’s right, she didn’t even need to undress; just putting on an extra layer was all it took.
Wayne, slightly taken aback, never expected that there would be a third answer.
He shook his head slightly, dispersing the Black Robe shaped by thought, and said seriously: "Up to this point, you must have realized, I am not a Devil, all of this has been a misunderstanding."
"Hmph, sophistry!"
"Think before you speak. Out in this wilderness, I can keep you detained for a lifetime. If The Church asks, I’ll just say the Devil took you away, and no one will suspect me," Wayne shrugged, speaking a logically sound truth.
"The Goddess will bring us justice!" Cote defiantly declared.
"Without us, just you," Guinevere quietly stepped aside.
"Damn! Traitor! What about your devotion to the Moonlight Goddess?"
"Devotion is not about seeking death. The Devil says something, and you retort. From my perspective, you’re forcing him to possess your purity, and when he doesn’t want it, you’re still unhappy," Guinevere retorted.
It’s not shameful to gauge the situation; being adaptable is not disgraceful. People as headstrong as Cote are only asking to be hammered.
Guinevere gave a slight smile towards Wayne: "I surrender. Whatever information you want, I will tell you truthfully; even if it means infiltrating the Moonlight Church as a mole, I have no complaints."
"Excellent!"
Wayne gave a thumbs up, then patted his leg: "Come sit down; from now on, you’re the Devil’s woman."
Guinevere, expression unchanging, said: "I have the Goddess’s Prohibition on me. If I lose my purity, the Goddess will sense it immediately..."
"Cut the crap, just tell me if you will sit or not!"
"Sitting is fine, I’m even willing to offer my loyalty to you, these minor things are trivial. But I still have the important task of infiltrating the Moonlight Church, I can’t lose my purity before completing the mission," Guinevere argued logically.
"You’re overthinking it. I’m a Devil without ambition, simply coveting your body, I never planned to send you back as a mole."
"..."
"Hahahaha—"
Due to the conservation of smiles law, the lost smiles on Guinevere transferred to Cote’s face, seeing Guinevere constantly thwarted brought her immense joy.
In this Devil Wayne’s version, the cunning ones are tormented, while the straightforward ones receive preferential treatment.
Further exemplified by Sarosia, Isabella, and Regina, without any unnecessary cleverness, led quite comfortable lives.
"What are you standing there for, come on over and sit?" Wayne patted his thigh.
Guinevere’s face went through several changes, but she ultimately did not step forward.
"If you don’t have the guts, don’t talk tough or act tough. The real tough ones are those who follow through. Today, I’m giving both of you a lesson, so you don’t suffer a huge loss in the hands of a real Devil in the future," Wayne huffed meaningfully.
Guinevere was skeptical, her doubts unspoken, and Cote, frowning, said: "Who exactly are you, and what do you want to do?"
"God-chosen Knight."
"You don’t have a Divine Artifact!"
"Now I do..."
Wayne muttered to himself, reached into The Void, and pulled out the White Night Purity Words.
The moment the silvery-white bow appeared, Guinevere’s pretty face stiffened, muttering impossibilities, it must be fake, etc.
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