Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 754 - 298: Princess, my humble home is quite spacious indeed

Chapter 754: Chapter 298: Princess, my humble home is quite spacious indeed

The night was cold and foggy.

Two figures entered the manor courtyard.

As is well known, all lands of Windsor nominally belong to the Royal Family; with such a vast territory, one can only imagine the number of properties they possess.

Therefore, members of the Royal Family such as Princesses and Princes nominally reside with the Queen, but in reality, it’s rare for the family to gather together.

Both Princess and Prince have their own private properties, and the Queen owns countless more. Living in a different one each of the 365 days of the year, she flaunts her opulence.

This is what not paying taxes looks like, not only possessing numerous properties but also owning private domains.

While the constitution was established, it neither drifted from monarchy nor crossed the line.

The Princess’s manor shares a construction style with most modern hotels. It is surrounded by dense woods, the lawn dotted with various sculptures and fountains, and the main building of the manor fuses classical and contemporary styles. It boasts classical grandeur as well as modern refinement, a romantic luxury filled with the...

Ahem, filled with the scent of art.

In Wayne’s words, it lacks both classical grandeur and modern refinement, a design failure indeed.

The manor’s surroundings hide many spies, most of whom are well-trained intelligence officers, along with some Mages from the Magic Department. With their professional integrity and personal abilities, Wayne and Mona could stand right in front of them unnoticed if they chose not to be seen.

The two climbed through the window into the house, where a spacious and bright hall awaited them, opulently decorated with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, valuable oil paintings on the walls, and high-quality carpets on the floor...

Every corner was meticulously decorated, offering no respite to the gaze upon a sweeping look.

Wayne didn’t quite like this decorative style, all flowers with no green leaves, which could easily lead to visual fatigue.

There was a Magic Defense in place at the Princess’s manor. As Wayne and Mona made their entrance, Juno sensed their arrival and hurried over to the hall with her fiancé and her Puppet body.

They were past the appointed time, and she had thought Wayne wouldn’t come, so she was passing the time with her fiancé and Puppet, somewhat disheveled in her haste.

According to Mona’s investigation, the Princess’s fiancé was named Alisa, concealing the surname Romanov, a lineage that should have been eradicated by a revolution.

Whether Alisa’s bloodline was pure is now beyond inquiry, but their surname is beyond doubt, and if the day came for a change of regime, he would indeed be eligible to reclaim the throne.

A young man of genteel appearance, with short hair like Juno, fair skin, bright eyes, and dressed in a well-tailored men’s shirt, stood tall without losing a sense of softness.

Yes, a soft beauty.

Wayne, with a sharp eye, noticed through the gap in Alisa’s shirtfront a white bandage, hastily wrapped and holding, but not quite completely.

So, the Princess’s fiancé should more correctly be called Alisa.

True to form for the Royal Family, such a complex ruse. So the Princess’s lesbian traits are because she grew up with a ’childhood friend’ who was not a gallant.

The Queen, fully aware of Alisa’s gender, still arranged their marriage, never considering the issue of children?

Following the well-worn trope, when the Princess seeks to conceive in the future, the Consort Prince must also end up pregnant.

Well, that would be twins!

Wayne mused internally, then turned his gaze to ’Princess’ Elizabeth.

Golden hair, youthful and beautiful, her visage bore a resemblance to Queen Sophia, donned in a white nightgown, her sparkling eyes truly captivating.

In the strictest sense, Princess Elizabeth had a voluptuous figure befitting a Glamor Lady, but her temperament was excessively cute, and the residual immaturity made it difficult to associate her with sexiness.

"Even knowing she’s a Magic Doll, I still find it hard to believe..."

Curious, Wayne stepped forward, rubbing his hands as he said to Juno, "Your Puppet is incredible, I want to study her and see how lifelike she really is."

Just as he was about to touch her, he noticed Elizabeth looking timidly at him, and Wayne hesitated to proceed.

"She has a heartbeat, a bodily fragrance, her expressions change effortlessly—she really is just a Puppet?" Wayne questioned.

He couldn’t afford to have the inspection halfway done when the fake suddenly turned real.

Juno smiled faintly and relaxed her control with eyes closed.

In an instant, Elizabeth’s expression became rigid, behaving like a Puppet that could only perform some basic programmed settings; conversations were limited to simple daily interactions, logic constrained, and her temperament instantly plummeted from naïve to comparable with a simpleton.

Her clear eyes didn’t lie—she was indeed a Magic Doll.

No wonder Juno was in such a hurry to get back to her Puppet; without her manipulation, Windsor’s Princess Elizabeth would be a fool.

With the truth right before his eyes, Wayne’s interest soared, thinking of Anastasia, the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church in The Sealed Land, also a Magic Doll. Yet, the Princess’s doll was even more lifelike in its imitation of humanity.

So lifelike it seemed ready for use!

"Juno, do you mind if I study her a bit?"

Wayne was eager to try, wondering where the coach was as he wished to learn this.

Whether he could mold a wife by hand wasn’t the point; he loved learning, loved magic even more, and studying magic filled him with joy!

"Wayne, brother, this Magic Doll is very pure. I recommend you don’t mess around," Juno warned with a straight face.

The Princess had always presented a pure image publicly; Wayne’s study could compromise that. Politics aside, the Puppet was also one of her girlfriends; there was no reason to let a lecher have his way with her.

"Now that you mention it, I want to mess around even more."

Wayne pinched Elizabeth’s cheek, marveling at the skin’s fine texture and excellent feel, then raised his hand and cast a ray of light toward Elizabeth’s eyes.