Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 551 - 237: Teacher’s Teacher_2

Chapter 551: Chapter 237: Teacher’s Teacher_2

Wayne’s expression changed several times. Although being slow on the uptake had its charm, he didn’t want Claremont to be in the dark, so he revealed, "I’m not Veronica’s brother. The rumors about being a bastard are just that, rumors. You know about the heir, right? There’s another way to join a family."

"You and Veronica are engaged?"

"No."

"Then that settles it, if there’s no engagement but you’re still the heir, you must be a bastard."

"..."

Clare’s words made too much sense, logically flawless, Wayne could only say, "I have a bit of a conflict with Austin, his appreciation of me doesn’t mean he likes me. I’m too much like him, so much that he particularly despises me, which is why there is no engagement."

"He publicly calls you Wayne Lando."

"Same thing, he’s still struggling. Because he dislikes me, he doesn’t want to hand Veronica over to me personally."

"I don’t believe it."

"..."

Okay, being naive is cuter.

Wayne told the truth, but Clare only wanted to believe the truth she saw. Over and over, she thought, too similar, they must be father and son.

"Right, right, Austin and I are father and son, but that doesn’t stop me from playing the field, since Veronica was found and picked up somewhere," Wayne struggled to say.

Clare: ∑(Ő_Ő;)

"You didn’t actually believe that, did you?" Wayne laughed.

"I used to suspect it, but no, Veronica is the spitting image of Aunt Hefei, which means you and Veronica share the same father but different mothers. Mister Lando must have had another partner before he met Aunt Hefei," Clare said with precision.

"Right, it was the queen."

"Ah?!"

Now it was Clare’s turn to be utterly shocked. She dryly said, "Your mother... you’re actually..."

Too cute, Wayne couldn’t help it; he kissed Clare on the corner of her mouth, "You don’t believe a word of truth, but swallow every lie, you deserve to be tricked by me. Now I don’t feel guilty at all."

Being fooled by you is my pleasure.

Clare leaned on Wayne’s shoulder, feeling down, "Four months is so long, I don’t want to be apart from you."

"It doesn’t matter, it won’t take four months. I certainly don’t plan on being the Saint Heir."

"I know, once you’ve dealt with Veronica’s competitors, you’ll pull out immediately."

"..."

As long as you’re happy.

Just thinking about being apart from her beloved for four months made Clare unable to smile, she hummed unhappily; now she needed cheering up.

Wayne knew exactly what to do, employing the same tactics he used to cheer up Philomena during the day.

He employed the great technique of diverting attention, telling the scandalous past of the playboy Austin. Because it involved the Royal Family, the identity of the father of the prince and princess was a mystery, making the story sensationally shocking, leaving Clare exclaiming in astonishment.

Clare wouldn’t spread gossip, but Philomena might not be so careful. Perhaps in four months upon her return, the whole of Lundan would know of the Royal Family’s scandal.

Be a bit bolder, if Lundan knew, its century-old friend, Frank, would certainly know, and then Prussia would be informed.

Following that, the entire God-chosen Continent would know about Austin’s affair with the Queen.

As a Knight, instead of charging into battle, he foolishly exhausted all his wits to offend the lady of the house; such a crime warrants death, execution by firing squad a thousand times would not be excessive.

Brilliant!

Wayne silently applauded himself, he wouldn’t miss any opportunity to trap Austin, he was more eager than anyone.

It shouldn’t be called a trap, but rather karma, a revenge for the time he was chased by big shots, desperately seeking refuge and ending up in the countryside.

And it wasn’t over yet; there was more revenge to be had!

The lesson had reached a point where it couldn’t go on any longer, and Wayne didn’t insist, decisively asking the teacher for leave.

After getting the teacher’s approval, he started dating his girlfriend on the spot.

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Austria.

The country where the Naturalism Church Headquarters is located, situated in the central part of the God-chosen Continent, is also known as the Land of Music, the Green Kingdom, and the Forest Nation.

The capital, Wynne, is the largest city in Austria, culturally flourishing and famous as the Land of Music.

Now, Wynne was no longer the capital, and Austria was no longer an independent country. Around March of last year, Prussia tore up the agreement, forcefully stationed troops, and completed the annexation.

The Austrians didn’t struggle too much. Firstly, they couldn’t win, and secondly, there was no need to; they had always been one family, and most people even took to the streets to welcome the ceremony.

The streets were filled with black-and-red flags, drums and gongs thundering, firecrackers blaring, jubilantly welcoming the king’s troops into the city.

The few who were upset didn’t have to be; Austria was not alone. Prussia had a large appetite, and it wouldn’t be long before, once another agreement was torn up, Austria’s neighbors would also become part of Prussia.

Indeed, very soon it would be March 1939, and the Lightning Squad was in action; anyone who resisted would have to raise their hands high.

What followed...

Was simply uneventful.

On February 26, Lundan’s passenger plane arrived at Wynne, the capital of Austria.

As candidates for the Holy Maiden of Windsor, Wayne and Veronica were under strict protection. The escort team from the Windsor District finished their tasks at the airport, and the Church headquarters took over protection duties.

It was necessary.

If some madman launched an attack on the candidates, like the natural and dark Churches of Death, casually shooting someone, and if the attack happened in Austria, at the headquarters of the Naturalism Church, resulting in a candidate’s death due to inadequate protection, that would be quite a spectacle.

The probability was high, especially since this was Austria. Referencing that once famous couple, strict protection was very much needed.

The reception team from the Church headquarters was led by three members of the Naturalist Knights Order, tall and dashing men and women, all with long legs, presenting an impressive image.

A motorcade of black luxury cars left the airport, slowly heading towards the suburbs of Wynne.