Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1313 - 440: I have treaded on thin ice all my life; do you think I can make it to the other side?

Chapter 1313: Chapter 440: I have treaded on thin ice all my life; do you think I can make it to the other side?

High Priest Manor.

The battle-worn Philomena remains a complete rookie—clumsy and playful. Last night, her rank-climbing duo match was carried by her teammate, and she sarcastically complained that her teammate, representing purity, had improbably masterful riding skills.

Can Heaven still be saved? Is there any hope left for the Seven Virtues?

Philomena didn’t realize that, what seemed like a duo match was actually someone playing on her behalf; her teammate wasn’t only Hexuno.

That being said, Philomena’s sarcasm deeply triggered Hexuno, who was aware of her grievous sins and begged the Saint Heir for forgiveness and salvation.

Too occupied to find a moment for confession, the entire night slipped by.

It was now dawn of the second day, and the High Priest lounged lazily, deciding to give himself a holiday. Amid the disdainful gazes from the twins, Wayne entered the first-floor living room with his secretary and bodyguards.

Following him were two angels, both with despondent expressions.

The saying rang true: "The unattainable always stirs commotion, while the favored are fearless."

In the living room, Wayne received a call from Philark, relaying Austin’s message about the afternoon Buckingham Palace meeting, to be held in the same banquet hall as last night.

The meeting was to address Bedford’s rebellion from the previous day, where Sophia and Austin planned to make some remarks.

"Freshly cleaned ground, and we already have results. Since when is Windsor so efficient...?"

Wayne murmured internally. Bedford was undoubtedly Lord Pride—there was no question about that. Yet what he couldn’t fathom was how the one known as Lord Pride had such extraordinary patience.

Under Hell Studies expert Frank’s control, his family shipyard was confiscated, forcing him to the tobacco trade to compete with younglings for survival...

Is this still pride?

Then again, considering the mismatched Seven Virtues, a patient pride isn’t out of the question.

A patient pride—it actually makes sense!

Heya stood behind Wayne in a daze, watching helplessly as the revered Archangel in the room was serially humiliated by mortal women. Unable to intervene, she plastered on a forced smile and played the role of doorkeeper, inwardly distressed beyond measure.

Hexuno knelt on the carpet, her knees pressed firmly to the ground. Her eyes were closed, her hands clasped against her chest, and her lips murmured verses from the Bible.

Heya watched, her anger boiling over, and spat with a sarcastic tone: "What, got blessed by the Archangel, and now you’re over here saying thanks!?"

Thud!

Hexuno felt like an arrow had pierced her chest. She glared at Heya with furrowed brows and cold eyes. Heya was unbothered and cursed internally, calling her a b*tch before glaring back with wide eyes.

*Snort!* x2

"Alright, alright, let me say something fair: it’s not my fault; everything’s Lord Pride’s doing." Wayne said, chuckling as he tried to mediate.

"Indeed, Pride deserves damnation!" x2

Hexuno withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes, reciting the final verses of her scripture.

Yesterday, Uriel delivered a self-righteous sermon full of moral grandstanding to prevent Hexuno from seizing power and to ensure Kiraal and Vikul remained loyal to him. His tone was lofty and commanding.

Though his words were casual, Hexuno took them to heart.

It left her feeling intensely ashamed. She had concealed the Saint Heir’s identity out of selfish motives, and this dishonesty wasn’t entirely without personal agenda. She didn’t want Uriel, Michael, or any other reincarnated angel to gain the favor of the Saint Heir. She wanted the Saint Heir to remain close to her, so she could continue being the most cherished Seraph.

During this time, she found plenty of excuses for herself—concerns for the Saint Heir’s safety, maintaining Heaven’s honor—and deluded herself into self-justification.

Hexuno wasn’t hiding the Saint Heir’s identity for selfish reasons; she was doing it for Heaven and the Saint Heir. Her actions were commendable, not condemnable.

From this desire came a cascade of consequences: scoldings from uninformed subordinates, reluctant cover-ups by colleagues, opportunistic demands by the Saint Heir...

Everyone was sinning. Everyone was falling.

The original reason lay in her refusal to admit her impurity and fear of losing her past status.

If she continued letting desire dictate her actions, she’d face dire consequences: the Seven Demon Lords unleashing the Hell Gate in Lundan, causing widespread devastation and rivers of blood.

Looking back, the excuses she made for herself seemed laughable: worrying about the Saint Heir’s safety only to put him in danger, maintaining Heaven’s glory only to see it crumble completely.

Hexuno understood then—this couldn’t go on.

She slowly opened her eyes. A brief flash of gold flickered in her gaze. Lowering herself to one knee, she bowed solemnly: "Lord Son of the Holy, Hexuno humbly seeks your forgiveness. I do not expect your pardon but merely wish for your permission to reveal your identity to the other reincarnated angels."

Heya: (눈_눈)

Such convincing role-playing—for a fleeting moment, she almost believed it.

No wonder the Archangel favored this little nun so much; this performance was something she herself definitely couldn’t pull off.

"What nonsense are you even saying? There’s no Saint Heir here."

"No, you know and I know you are the Saint Heir. I previously, driven by selfish desire, concealed your identity and refrained from making it known."

Hexuno said slowly: "Admitting one’s faults is not shameful. What’s shameful is avoiding and hiding them. Because I chose avoidance and concealment, I’ve committed countless other errors. Now..."

Wayne interrupted: "Last night you weren’t saying this. Put your pants back on and talk about redemption. Honestly, you’re still kind of a good person!"

Another metaphorical arrow pierced Hexuno’s chest. She stared at the dripping blood but kept her face impassive and said, "These are mistakes that arose from other mistakes, lies born from other lies. I can’t keep this chain going."

"So, what—you think you can still turn back?"

"I’m willing to accept any punishment!"

Hexuno fixed Wayne with her gaze: "I’ve thought it through. You uncovered my desires, smashed the illusion of purity, made me confront my true self, and subjected me to trials that made me question myself."

"Salvation can only come from within. You’ve already shown the way. It was my desires that blinded me, making me treat your warnings as idle talk."