Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 508 - 223. Be careful of the black cat.

Chapter 508: 223. Be careful of the black cat.

After a kiss with Veronica, Wayne drove back to Wayne Manor and started tonight’s intensive night class.

With sweet words flowing like honey, it didn’t take long before he charmed the tutor, Chris, onto the desk.

Since Lily wasn’t staying over today, Chris grew much bolder, giving her student a break halfway through the lesson to sneak off to the bathroom with her boyfriend.

In the master bedroom, Wayne wrapped his arms around Chris and dived under the covers, leaving her utterly bewildered with his words.

"Ah, are you really going to participate in the Holy Maiden selection?"

Chris was extremely surprised. She had heard Wayne mention it in passing, but since her mind had been elsewhere at the time, she hadn’t paid much attention to it.

She never expected Wayne to actually go through with it.

"Yeah, Veronica is also participating; the Lando Family has secured both spots from the Windsor District." Wayne held her close, beauty in his arms, and the feeling of first love—it was incredibly comfortable.

"Veronica is also participating..."

Chris blinked and ventured, "As far as I know, a Holy Maiden must serve the Goddess with all her heart and soul, maintaining a pure heart and... during that time..."

Chris cleared her throat twice, hinting but not explicitly saying anything further. Wayne was smart enough to grasp her meaning.

"I am very pure!"

"Liar."

Chris pointed at Wayne, then at herself in his arms. Forgive her bluntness, but their relationship was far from pure.

Firstly, Wayne’s heart was definitely not pure; it was rotten to the core.

Secondly, even though they hadn’t gone all the way, they had already done this and that, and even more of that—Wayne’s body was not pure either.

If the Goddess were to flip through his memories, it’d be terrible. Was this something the Goddess should see?

It was a severe blasphemy, deserving of being shot a thousand times over.

Chris and Philomena were on the same page, advising Wayne to stay on the side of good and not to court death needlessly; she didn’t want to lose her young boyfriend.

While speaking, in order to prevent future troubles, she was about to mount him to ensure he wouldn’t have any more foolish ideas.

Wayne quickly flipped over and pinned Chris beneath him, whispering in her ear, "Don’t rush off, let me explain clearly. Although I’m participating in the selection, I never had any intention of becoming the Holy Maiden, uh, I mean the Saint Heir..."

"Let me tell you a secret, teacher, I have a mortal enemy in The Church, and my mission is to make sure that..."

"After all I’ve said, you understand, right?"

"Got it."

After listening, Chris’s eyes narrowed into crescents: "So, you won’t become the Saint Heir; your mission is to ensure Veronica becomes the Holy Maiden, right?"

"Ah?!"

Wayne’s forehead was suddenly adorned with a string of question marks. Was it that he hadn’t expressed himself clearly, or was Chris too dense to understand?

She wasn’t this confused before. Could it be because she’s in love?

Chris wrapped her arms around Wayne’s neck, thrilled to bits: "High Priest Hefei has finally seen the light. You and Veronica are siblings; you two can’t be together. So, Veronica will become the Holy Maiden, and you are here to protect her and eliminate any candidates who could threaten her chance."

Could it really be like this?

Chris’s argument was so reasonable that Wayne found himself persuadable without a good counterargument.

"How about that, am I not smart?"

"Uh-huh, you little clever fox, nothing can get past you..."

Wayne flipped again, cradling Chris in his arms and inhaling the scent of her hair: "I have plans with Austin tomorrow. There are also some matters to take care of at the Magic Department, so tonight I’ll spare you."

With a great enemy far away and unlikely to return for ten or twenty years, Chris couldn’t help her delight. Looking ahead, she envisioned herself in a wedding dress at the entrance of the church.

Wayne would be the groom, Veronica and Lily as bridesmaids, Mona as the officiant, and Philomena as the witness.

Everyone clapping, releasing doves and balloons, a shower of flowers falling, and melodious music playing, all to bless the couple.

Perfect!

Chris, caught up in a swell of excitement, twirled her hair around her finger and scratched Wayne’s face teasingly. With such a beautiful moon tonight, isn’t he going to do something about it?

Soon after, she lay her head on Wayne’s chest to sleep, her dreams sweet, and the corners of her mouth curling involuntarily.

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"The investigation team is coming; I wish you luck."

In the Lando Manor study, Austin toyed with an Ancient Silver Coin, sneering as he commented to Wayne, "The Death Knight infiltrates the Naturalism Church to compete for the Saint Heir title. No matter how many sins the Naturalism Church has racked up, with you as their retribution, they’ll be able to pay off their debts in full in one go."

Austin urged Wayne to embrace his role as the Saint Heir and not to give up halfway through. A Saint Heir in public, but a Death Knight in secret—the thought was sure to be magnificent.

"I would like to, but I am no longer pure because of Veronica."

Wayne sighed, agreeing, "No matter how many sins you’ve committed in the first half of your life, with me as your successor, all your sins are paid off."

Austin’s face drooped, and he looked at Wayne unfavourably: "I know about your relationship with the Holy See now. You’ve been pretending to be an angel, fooling them. From the very beginning, Mona was obedient to you; she is a servant of angels and also your servant."

A sense of dread took hold of Wayne momentarily; Old Login was onto something again.

However...

"You’re dead wrong. The Holy See sees me as an angel. Despite my repeated denials, they would die before accepting it, insisting on showing me my reflection in the mirror—how can this face be anything but angelic?"

Wayne shrugged nonchalantly, as it happened he particularly disliked devils and had chosen to cooperate with The Church. As long as it wasn’t Paris, wherever the devil went, he’d follow.

"You shouldn’t have deceived the Holy See!" Austin warned.

"It’s okay, I had them put it in writing—I am not an angel, and everything is their own presumption. If anything goes wrong, it has nothing to do with me."

"..."

Upon hearing ’in writing,’ Austin’s eyebrows twisted wildly, and his expression gradually grew more impassive.