Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1318 - 441: Hexuno: Is there a possibility that Lord Son of the Holy is Wayne_2

Chapter 1318: Chapter 441: Hexuno: Is there a possibility that Lord Son of the Holy is Wayne_2

Believing in Pride is never wrong!

"Secondly, I’ve been deliberating for a long time—are the characteristics of the Saint Heir that Lar told us true or false?"

Uriel shook his head slightly: "To be honest, I no longer trust him. He is a traitor, and traitors are capable of anything, let alone spreading false prophecies."

"Are you suggesting we use the Golden Rule Bible to send our thoughts back to Heaven and meet Archangel Michael?" Kiraal spoke.

"I have such an idea..."

Uriel nodded: "I’m planning to inform Michael of Lar’s betrayal, so Michael can apprehend him and interrogate him with torture to extract the true prophecy."

"That’s possible, but..."

Kiraal said slowly: "Have you considered the possibility that the traitor might not be Lar?"

"I have considered it, but Lar’s suspicion is too great. The safety of all Heaven is at stake; Michael must be prepared." Uriel said grimly.

These words were reasonable; none of the three representatives of the Seven Virtues could find fault.

"I have a Golden Rule Bible in my possession—we can return our thoughts to Heaven at any time. This matter is too significant, and I hope to gain your support." Uriel emphasized.

If the traitor isn’t Lar...

Uriel didn’t wish to offend him recklessly. He decided to pull in Hexuno, Kiraal, and Vikul; with the collective voice of the four representatives of the Seven Virtues, even if he were wrong, the burden on his shoulders would lighten significantly.

"Don’t hesitate, I’m willing to support you." Hexuno was the first to speak out.

Vikul sighed, then, along with Kiraal, nodded and said: "I’ll accompany you back to the Kingdom of Heaven—as a witness at the very least."

Seeing this, Uriel no longer hesitated. He waved his hand, ripping open a black dotted line, took out a Golden Rule Bible obtained from the Papal State, pressed it with one hand, and began incanting.

Hexuno waved his hand, casting a barrier to block external probes.

Though Pride had been banished and could not descend again for now, precautions must still be taken.

Before long, several Reincarnated Angels saw a dazzling golden light. A shadow of the Gates of Heaven appeared, and Uriel and Vikul’s bodies stepped through the door.

Almost instantly, a massively bloated figure arrived at the Gates of Heaven.

The Vice-Regent, Michael.

As soon as the two representatives of the Seven Virtues entered Heaven, Michael appeared, demonstrating how focused he was on the Saint Heir.

Hexuno frowned at the scene, feeling displeased but also slightly triumphant. When she realized this, she felt ashamed of her selfish desires.

The Saint Heir was correct; she had not truly conquered her desires and still needed further refinement.

The exchange was brief—no more than two minutes—before Michael hurriedly left, leaving behind an interminably anxious waiting period.

After a long time, the bloated figure returned and engaged in a brief conversation with Uriel.

The golden light dissipated, the shadow of the Gates of Heaven vanished, and Uriel and Vikul’s thoughts returned to their bodies. The former wore a grave expression, while the latter looked resigned.

"Speak—what did Archangel Michael say?" Kiraal asked.

He and Hexuno had only witnessed the scene without hearing the conversation, but judging by Uriel and Vikul’s expressions, they could roughly guess what had transpired.

"Michael confronted Lar, but Lar adamantly denied his guilt—refusing to admit any connection with the Lord Pride. Furious, he demanded a face-to-face confrontation with Vikul and me. As a precaution, Michael restrained him first."

Uriel’s expression darkened: "Michael thinks our intelligence is flawed and told us to investigate further. He will have Lar retranslate the prophecy and personally oversee him until we return to Heaven."

Vikul chimed in: "Archangel Michael believes the characteristics of the Saint Heir are accurate, that the prophecy is true and correct. He also urged us not to suspect Archangel Lar out of Pride; this might be a scheme by the Devil to sow discord."

"So what is Michael trying to say? Is he shielding Lar?" Hexuno frowned.

"Rather than shielding, I fear Archangel Michael doesn’t want us to find the Saint Heir too soon..."

Vikul sneered: "At this point, I have no idea what he’s even thinking anymore."

What else could he think? He’d confirm the true prophecy and send another group of angels down to search for the Saint Heir.

The four representatives of the Seven Virtues felt they were nearing the truth, but for the sake of unity, none wanted to expose Michael’s petty ulterior motives outright.

Uriel felt the most troubled. He regarded Michael as a brother, while Michael treated him as a subordinate—hoarding the Saint Heir’s "cake" without sharing even a crumb with him.

Yes, Uriel desired to be the Vice-Regent, but he had never voiced it out loud.

Michael’s baseless mistrust, disregarding their brotherhood, truly left him disheartened!

"Damn it! When did Heaven become like this?"

Uriel slammed his hand on the table in anger: "Michael is unreliable. This guy doesn’t trust us and suspects someone’s trying to snatch his position as Vice-Regent. I bet if we ask him next time, he’ll still stick to the same answer—’The Saint Heir’s intelligence is accurate; follow those four criteria to find him.’"

The three Seraphs trembled, feeling as though they had heard something they should not have.

Especially Auga—being a Seraph of Michael’s legion, she feared favoritism from the four representatives of the Seven Virtues in her leader’s absence.

"Auga, you wouldn’t spread rumors, would you?" Uriel furrowed his brow and glared at her.

Auga shook her head repeatedly, claiming she had seen and heard nothing.

"Uriel, why are you losing your temper at a Seraph? She’s not Michael." Hexuno frowned and intervened.

"Hmph, laugh if you want—stop pretending to be noble. Michael is guilty, and no one’s happier about that than you." Uriel snorted coldly, saying no more.

Auga glanced gratefully at Hexuno; the Archangel had clearly spoken up for her as a mere messenger.

How wonderful—compared to Michael, Hexuno was so much kinder. Next time during their card games, she must thank her in person.