Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1222 - 417: Saint Heir Wayne Descends Tonight!_2

Chapter 1222: Chapter 417: Saint Heir Wayne Descends Tonight!_2

It is rather embarrassing to admit; among these four individuals, with a mere beckoning gesture from him, three would immediately approach proactively, and the last one, Sukra, although not taking the initiative, would certainly not run away.

"Boss, tone it down a bit; your grin is almost reaching your ears," Hexuno telepathically transmitted, urging Wayne to maintain the demeanor befitting a Superior.

"Since when did you start caring about such things?"

Wayne asked curiously, and then a light bulb went off: "You’ve accepted me, so you’ve thrown all your purity away, and now you’re trying to dress me up to look worthy of you, right?"

Hexuno looked displeased; this wasn’t about whether one was worthy or not, but rather...

Suppose, just suppose, if Wayne were the prophesied Saint Heir, the one who would be unworthy would be her.

Of course, Wayne was also unworthy of Heaven, and she still refused such a terrible Saint Heir.

With a fishbone stuck in her throat, Hexuno was anxious to get a clear explanation about resurrection and the non-human features; she urgently needed a clear understanding.

Hexuno’s memory was in the midst of fusing with Mona’s, and her understanding of Wayne was almost entirely based on Mona’s perspective.

Through the eyes of love, Mona saw Wayne through rose-colored glasses, her assessment tainted with adoration mixed with affection, hence overly positive and without impartial judgment.

Hexuno disdained these memories, but she could not control them; she was being forced by Mona to empathize, leading to a polarized evaluation of Wayne within herself.

Besides Wayne’s attitude towards the Devil, Hexuno could not find any common ground with Mona.

Today, she meticulously went through those memories, examining even the colored ones thoroughly, one by one.

It was terrible; she felt as though she had become too involved.

That was not the main point. The crux was that in Mona’s understanding, Wayne was indeed non-human and had not undergone any resurrection.

Hexuno knew that Mona was unfamiliar with Wayne back then, and to understand the details of resurrection, she had to ask him directly.

This was where Hexuno struggled. She knew Wayne inside out, keenly aware of just how astute the man was. If she were too straightforward in her questioning, Wayne would guess the details about the Saint Heir.

Hexuno was unsure if Wayne was bluffing Sukra or being serious. If it was a bluff and she went ahead with her questions, she would bet that Wayne would take the opportunity to pose as the Saint Heir, causing her all sorts of trouble.

If she objected, he would use the name of the Saint Heir to falsely charge her; if she acquiesced, then he would say she defiled the Saint Heir, lured him to sin, and that she was Hell’s undercover agent planted in Heaven.

She understood Wayne too well; the rascal was truly capable of such deeds.

To ask or not to ask, Hexuno hesitated, torn between her choices.

Moreover, she didn’t have much time left.

She was unclear whether Mona had seen her thoughts, let alone whether Mona had secretly informed Wayne of them.

Better if not, but as memories continued to fuse, Mona would sooner or later learn of the prophecy concerning the Saint Heir, and then Wayne would know everything.

After much thought, Hexuno looked at Wayne and via telepathic transmission said: "You said you’ve died once; is that true?"

"What’s it to you?"

"I... I don’t know, I just... I’m a bit upset hearing such things, fearing that you might die again," Hexuno said with a cold voice.

Such distant care, such indifferent confiding, were very much like the style of an Archangel.

She was getting better at it.

Wayne’s eyebrows lifted, pleased with the melting iceberg; after his relentless digging, he finally touched that fragile heart.

This was the moment to press on, to follow up with a pile of lofty promises once the storm had subsided.

But he couldn’t do it.

With an audience watching, even he was not shameless enough to do so, let alone Hexuno.

If he dared to succeed, Hexuno would dare to wipe them all out.

If striking was not possible, then Wayne would settle for less, replying telepathically with an undertone of melancholy: "In January 1938, I was just a nobody, living a meaningless life. I could scream my lungs out, and you wouldn’t even spare me a glance... That kind of nobody..."

"That day, I died."

"Really... died? Then what?" Hexuno held her breath.

"Then I came back to life, otherwise how could I have taken your purity?" Wayne joked, then realizing that this didn’t fit the mood for sympathy, he promptly corrected himself: "I don’t know how I came back to life. The stuff I said before was to fool Sukra. When meeting for the first time, to garner an ally’s trust, one must tell some well-intentioned lies."

"I know you’re good at tricking girls, skip the useless stuff, get to the point!" Hexuno was not in the mood for his ramblings.

"..."

"I was wrong, go on."

"..."x2

Snap!

"Jackass, he’s driving, and at this moment, you really don’t know how to restrain yourself?" Wrath, from the back seat, immediately exploded; her heaving chest was evidence of her imminent fury.

"Shut up!"

Hexuno coldly turned around, a glint of gold flashing in her eyes: "Don’t disturb me while I’m handling important matters, or else..."

Or else what, Hexuno did not specify, letting Wrath imagine for herself.

The four in the back seat saw the secretary’s anger for the first time, each somewhat fearful. They didn’t know why they were scared, only that their instincts were screaming danger; this woman was not to be provoked.

To trouble her now might be risking their lives.

Sukra was internally startled, such an impressive woman; no wonder she managed to bed the Death Knight... No, it was no surprise that the Death Knight managed to win over such a formidable external support.

He was so well prepared, investing so much; he surely could save Rone.

Unlike Sukra’s imaginative assumption, Wrath didn’t think too much, overwhelmed by the authoritative glimpse of awe, her mind went blank.