Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1286 - 433: Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, don’t take anything to heart_2

Chapter 1286: Chapter 433: Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, don’t take anything to heart_2

"No." Hexuno shook her head slightly.

Wayne leaned over, finding no clues but catching hold of something incriminating.

Heya leaned over, reminding the unruly little nun: "Seraphs have no right to participate in conversations between Seraphims and Cherubims, and mortal nuns even less so. Hey, whoever you are—if no one talks to you, don’t butt in. You’d better keep silent, just like me."

"And also, you should call him Lord Kiraal. That’s the very least respect you could show!"

"..."

Kiraal’s eyes twitched. Although he wasn’t omniscient and omnipotent, he was quite certain—he could see Frey’s future.

And Frey’s future was a dead end!

Ever the kind-hearted Cherubim, he kindly offered: "Frey, Seraphs cannot join Seraphims and Cherubims in their discussions. Humans can, because the Saint Heir is human. Which means, on this vehicle, you’re the only one who can’t speak."

Heya: (￣～￣;)

Wayne didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt like Heya’s chest size had just swelled a few centimeters.

She was probably about to explode.

"Kiraal, connect with Vikul. He doesn’t know the detailed information on the Saint Heir, so blindly searching won’t yield any results. The urgent task at hand is Lord Pride—we must join forces to convince Uriel." Hexuno said.

Kiraal slightly shook his head: "Hard to say..."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, Vikul has a good relationship with Archangel Lar, and Lar is responsible for managing and translating the prophecy of the Saint Heir. Just because Lar hasn’t shared the information with me doesn’t mean he hasn’t shared it with Vikul." Kiraal shrugged helplessly.

"This is classified, highly sensitive information. Lar should not divulge anything to angels outside the Seraphim." Hexuno said with irritation.

"Oh, well, someone has to get things done anyway." Kiraal sighed.

"No, I’ve never intended to fight against Uriel—he..."

Hexuno explained briefly, only to find Heya glaring at her. She glared back fiercely and continued: "Moreover, I’ve been working hard to find the Saint Heir."

"Did you find him?"

"No."

"Archangel Hexuno, the results speak for themselves—both you and Uriel have vital intelligence, yet neither of you has located the Saint Heir. Instead, you indulge in conflict and seem to enjoy it." Kiraal remarked pointedly. "Archangel Lar was right—he demonstrated foresight by revealing the truth to Vikul."

Hexuno, hit with another dose of sarcasm, felt quite helpless. Among the three current factions, Vikul and Kiraal had formed a team to act independently, Uriel had Auga and Fred by his side, while she was stuck with the ever-troublesome Frey.

Thankfully, the issue wasn’t too significant. She had already discovered the Saint Heir—victory was guaranteed, she just had to wait for her return to Heaven.

Kiraal continued: "I regret to say I can’t summon Vikul back. We need at least one angel who gets things done. I came to find you two because we need to work together to persuade Archangel Uriel. Lord Pride is in Lundan—we have to locate the Saint Heir, and the Devil must also be expelled."

"Look at them—then look at you. Spending all day coveting fame and fortune—seriously, you call yourself an Archangel? Looking at you makes me embarrassed on your behalf." Kiraal quipped.

Wayne transmitted telepathically to Hexuno: "Kel before and after awakening are like night and day. His moral character practically rivals mine now. You, though... hard to comment. At least Lord Pride has been tirelessly searching for the Saint Heir, and even the Devil is more diligent than you."

"But none of them have found the Saint Heir!" Hexuno replied in a low voice.

"Oh? So, have you?"

"I have."

Hexuno stared squarely back at Wayne. Stop pretending—I know you know that I know you’re the Saint Heir.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Think I’m the Saint Heir? I was just kidding, and you took it seriously." Wayne, feeling some pressure as four members of the Seven Virtues approached, quickly issued a disclaimer.

"Boss, you are the Saint Heir, I firmly believe it."

"Then why did you—sleep with the Saint Heir?"

One sentence was enough to choke Hexuno. She first let out a sorrowful wail, then protested: "It was your request, not my idea."

"Oh, so if I ask, you oblige?"

Wayne widened his eyes: "Let me guess—you’ve probably got your whole excuse ready, something like, using your pure body to cleanse the impurity on mine, and if you cleanse me multiple times, I’ll be rid of the marks they left behind when they defiled me?"

"Scoundrel! Is that even human speech?" Hexuno raged.

"Alright, alright, I apologize—I’ll take responsibility, okay?"

"No one asked you to take responsibility!" Hexuno retorted coldly.

"So, what? No responsibility needed?"

"..."

"Say something!"

"..."

Their telepathic exchange, in Kiraal’s view, was classic flirting with intense eye contact.

Kiraal lamented internally and coughed loudly twice for attention, his voice stern: "Archangel Hexuno, please mind your image and remember your station. Do not disturb other angels."

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!"

Heya nodded vigorously, almost moved to tears with relief.

Finally, a highly esteemed angel came forward to uphold justice and voiced her thoughts—she had waited far too long for this moment.

However, Kiraal had one thing wrong. Hexuno, as an Archangel, had always maintained her stature and image; it was her shameless secretary endlessly attempting to seduce her.

Spit—what an idiot!

Hexuno hurriedly lowered her head, adjusted the strands of hair by her cheek, and realized with a jolt—she hadn’t done anything wrong, so there was no need to feel so guilty.

"Kiraal, I understand. I’ll pay more attention in the future."

Wayne intercepted, sparing Hexuno’s embarrassment. His thick skin rendered him unfazed, and he smoothly suggested: "I’ve already arranged for dinner with Uriel. If things go quickly, it’ll be tonight—at the latest, tomorrow night. For now..."

"It happens to be just about dinner time. How about I treat you to a drink?"

"Sounds good."

The car exited the Life Force Field and pulled up in front of a high-end restaurant.

Wayne stepped out and casually reached forward—but missed the secretary’s waist. He turned his head and glanced over.