Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 616 - 257: Gritting Our Teeth, It’s Not Impossible_5

Chapter 616: Chapter 257: Gritting Our Teeth, It’s Not Impossible_5

Wayne withdrew from his Death Knight state, fingers splayed, as white flesh slopped down, landing on the piercing wound in front of Flora’s chest.

The icy corpse came to life!

Flora slowly rose, her skin deathly pale, the veins beneath pitch-black, writhing in abnormal tissue growth.

Seconds later, she regained the youthful beauty she had in life, except for her hollow eyes, everything was as pristine as brand new.

No way, preferring the dead over the living?

Saina, having harbored thoughts too offensive, was punished and turned into a mass, taking a full ten minutes to return to her former appearance.

Standing there with a ghastly face, those ten minutes were spent with her faith forbidding her from recalling human form, almost resigned to living out her life in the shape of a Tentacle Monster.

Despite that, she still preferred the human appearance.

Wayne didn’t say anything, calculated the time, and led Flora back into the thick mist.

Saina quickly followed.

...

"Just now, Saina held down my hands, and Flora has been defiled, her thoughts banished by me, she didn’t truly die..."

Wayne stood in front of Ottilia, "So, you can let go of that worry, you saved her, and she didn’t die."

"That quick?"

Regina voiced her surprise, "Your Essence of Life is so powerful, I thought you could last a long time."

"Hmm, I’ll let you try it out someday."

Wayne glanced at Regina, not sure if she was genuinely naïve or just playing dumb, hoping for the former, since there’s a certain charm to the foolishness!

Ottilia frowned at her teacher, a noticeable tear in the front of her dress from a sword wound, presumably inflicted by some Knight personally.

So...

Flora might be dead, or she might be alive.

Let it be, this might be the best outcome.

Wayne waited in the Misty Hidden Forest for a while until the others fulfilled their revenge with Saina’s help, and then addressed the fourteen Resentful Spirits: "Saving you was a whim, I haven’t decided how to arrange your affairs, but since the contract is made, you are fated to serve me. Think now while you can of any last wishes; if they aren’t excessive, I will fulfill them."

"After this, no more. Only you fulfill my needs, no more room to make demands!"

"Also, I’ll find a way to get you out of the Misty Hidden Forest..."

Wayne patted Flora’s shoulder: "Those without flesh need not worry, this body is yours to use, it can take on your previous appearance when you possess it."

Wayne gave the Resentful Spirits three days to ponder, one last wish per person. Back in Lundan, it’s labor for labor, life for life, he wouldn’t harbor freeloaders.

Speaking of which, Wayne contacted Ottilia with his thoughts alone: "You’re the exception. We agreed that once back in Lundan, we’d date, no need for life-risking work, I’ll provide for you, just peacefully read in the library."

No, you’re already providing!

Ottilia furrowed her brows, the contract forced her to rely on Wayne for survival, unable to resist, and without the will to even think about resistance.

Let her be frank, a couple without disputes is no couple at all, a girlfriend who can’t be capricious isn’t a girlfriend, merely a vassal masquerading as a lover—she and Wayne will have trouble dating again.

"Thank you, Wayne, you’re a good person!"

...

Receiving a "good person" card from Ottilia, Wayne rolled his eyes and left the Misty Hidden Forest with Saina.

The sky was filled with stars as the two made their way along the narrow forest path.

Saina said, "I made some deals with the Pope on your behalf, the specifics are all in my head, you can check them any time."

"I’ve seen it, you’ve done well."

Wayne reviewed them, highly valuing Saina’s intellect, strongly doubting her Dragon Blood was real, but not ruling out it reaching the second stage, buffoonery debuffed, and intellect reclaiming its dominance.

Saina made numerous demands on behalf of Wayne, the Naturalist Knight, bartering back and forth with the Pope, leading to several concessions.

The arrangements for the Resentful Spirits were among those.

The Pope, unaware that the deceased Holy Maiden candidate was alive again, complied with the Naturalist Knight’s request, retracting the warrant and deleting their charges of apostasy and fleeing.

Like Ottilia and Regina, they were no longer fugitives hiding from justice, free to move in the sunlight.

However, they were no longer members of the Naturalism Church, and in the future, not allowed to rejoin it.

"Uh..."

Saina hesitated several times, unsure of how to begin, and chose to let Wayne look into her thoughts.

"Speak up, there won’t be a need in the future, I won’t go through your thoughts, this is your reward," Wayne promised.

He didn’t specify what constituted a necessary situation, keeping the final interpretation to himself.

Saina knew full well, but pretended to believe Wayne’s promise and said dryly, "Master, you’re returning to Lundan, aren’t you?"

"I’ll leave after a while, Veronica still has classes, good teachers are rare, I can’t delay her learning Dragon Language."

Wayne replied truthfully, "I’m counting on her to teach me Dragon Language once she has learned it!"

You’ve already learned it, haven’t you?

"Veronica doesn’t know that."

"..."

Saina’s mouth twitched wildly, so much for not looking—a total lack of trust.

"Sorry, I haven’t gotten used to it yet, I’ll be fine after a while, I’m returning to Lundan, aren’t you happy?"

"If I say I’m happy, you’ll punish me for being disloyal to my faith, if I say I’m not, you’ll bring me back to Lundan as a secretary, claiming it fulfills my wish," Saina said, expressionless.

"Just as I thought, clever as always, a friendly reminder, I prefer them a bit duller, don’t be too smart in front of me next time."

Wayne smiled slightly, "Don’t worry, I won’t come back until the Pope steps down, you’re truly free."

At his words, Saina paused, bowing her head as she followed behind Wayne.

Freedom was indeed great, but her greatest desire had changed. She once longed for power, now it was for faith. If Wayne really insisted on taking her back to Lundan, she would grit her teeth and bear it.

She waited for quite a while.

You can see, so speak up!

Wayne didn’t speak, refusing to corrupt himself with the fall of Saina, while gaining a deeper understanding of his own corrupting ability.

Corruption must be moderate, maintaining balance, otherwise the teacher and Veronica would end up like Saina.

"Whom should I pick?"

Flora was a good choice, but Wayne was not fond of her; it would be better to kill her off to prevent trouble. After thinking it over, he decided to return to Lundan to choose test subjects, where there was more trash than leeks, cropping up endlessly, impossible to clear completely.

...

A villa, Veronica was burning the midnight oil with her homework.

Every five minutes, she looked out of the window.

"He’s been gone for so long, what has he been doing behind my back?"

"Damn rascal, she’s your teacher’s teacher, she’s of age, you can’t fool an Old Witch!"

Veronica furiously scribbled away, her mind full of trash cans. Due to her limited vocabulary, the swear words she used while cursing were just the same few ones, with no improvement whatsoever.

"I heard all of that."

Wayne, who knows when, had arrived in the study, hugging Veronica from behind, his head lowered to smell the scent in her hair.

How fragrant!x2

Veronica snorted, pushing away the social trash, and buried herself in her homework, asking the social trash not to disturb her studies.

Wayne smiled faintly, embracing her in his arms, his thoughts wandered to the figure in the Misty Hidden Forest, and he said softly, "Veronica, I won’t let you get hurt, nor will I let you be sad..."

"Hmph!"

Veronica hummed and closed her eyes, her accumulated resentment all day, vanished in an instant.

She threw her pen away, closed her workbook, tilted up her chin, and her tightly shut eyes’ lashes trembled slightly.

Wayne had broken his promise.

He said he wouldn’t let Veronica get hurt, wouldn’t let her be sad, yet while his words were still warm, he hurt her that very night.

She even cried!

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