Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 824 - 316 Spoil Him_3

Chapter 824: Chapter 316 Spoil Him_3

The little girl was still calm and composed; as her teacher, she couldn’t afford to be flustered at every turn.

She needed to stay steady; perhaps the Moonlight Knight was spouting nonsense.

"I told you so."

Wayne sighed and shook his head, taking the initiative to admit his fault: "They are all good women, I coveted their beauty, and so I deceived them by hiding things from each other."

Bang!

"Wayne, you’ve completely disgraced our Moonlight Church," Dreyne accused loudly.

"Yes, the disgrace is truly there, but that person isn’t me. She’s right in this room, I hope she knows it," Wayne said, speechless.

To call him a scoundrel, he admitted, for it was the truth, but to say he had tarnished the reputation of the Moonlight Church, that was a gross injustice.

At least, when he lost at cards, he didn’t flip the table, let alone pawn the Divine Artifact.

"Hehe, you still try to quibble even now. Today, I’ll let the victims speak their minds," Dreyne declared grandly, gesturing to the two victims to speak freely and voice their grievances.

Chris gave Wayne a disdainful look and said: "Knight Lord, I have no grievances. I failed to properly protect the God-chosen Knight of the future of the Moonlight Church, and that was my fault. Even if there are grievances, I brought them upon myself."

You just spoil him!

You’ll bury yourself at this rate!

Thinking it dull, Dreyne turned his gaze to Philomena, whose judgment of character was very accurate. He immediately saw that Philomena was proud and possessive, qualities that Chris might tolerate, but Philomena surely could not.

Hurry, give Wayne a piece of your mind.

Under Dreyne’s expectant gaze, Philomena just hummed lightly, then there was no further comment.

"Can you really bear all this?"

Dreyne’s eyes widened, and pointing at Wayne he said: "This bastard is two-timing, having both of you at once, why don’t you speak up, say something, I’ll support you."

Chris: You’re an outsider.

Philomena: Family matters aren’t for you to laugh at!

Moved, Wayne looked at his two sensible ’wings’. What is private stays private, and what is public is public, maintaining his dignity in front of others—that’s the mark of a great lady!

Bringing up old stories, no matter if they had committed great sins in their past lives, by meeting him in this life, they had paid their dues.

Dreyne went on with his sweet talk, patting his chest and promising to stand up for the two women, but in the end, he got nothing and incredulously returned to his seat, puzzled: "What exactly are you two thinking? Once I leave, he will only get worse, and then there’ll be no one to stand up for you."

Philomena said languidly: "Lord Dreyne, Wayne is the Knight chosen by the Goddess herself, as a member of the Church, it is my honor to serve the Moonlight Knight. I have no right to contradict the Goddess’s choice."

Her acidic words were filled with resentment, and Dreyne, scratching his head, confusedly said: "What do you mean, you think I’m opposing the Goddess?"

Am I being sarcastic because I’m here to help, and now you won’t be able to sneak around behind the scenes as before?

Bah, how has the Church come to this!

Dreyne thought it all so drab, it wasn’t interesting at all, and with a wave of his hand, he asked to continue the card game.

While Wayne was collecting the chips, he asked, "Earlier when you mentioned the rebellion, you brought up Anastasia. Has she come to Lundan as well?"

"Hmm."

Wayne picked up the chips from the floor and redistributed them, saying: "The Dark Church is planning to develop its followers in Windsor, choosing Lundan as its regional headquarters just like the Moonlight Church. Anastasia is the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church. Her actions must be arranged by the Church headquarters, or perhaps they are in accordance with the wishes of the Dark Goddess."

"Not necessarily, I remember during that time, you two were constantly together. She must have come looking for you," Dreyne attempted to sling mud.

Wayne rolled his eyes, he knew Dreyne would take the opportunity to frame him, even though it was actually the truth, but he couldn’t let someone be wronged without evidence.

He calmly countered: "Impossible, Anastasia is the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church; for whatever reason, she must remain pure."

Dreyne curled his lip, seeing that Wayne was unshaken, and turned to the two victims, earnestly saying: "Anastasia is the finest Holy Maiden of the Dark Church, whether it’s her character or her looks, she stands out among all the Holy Maidens. You should be careful, with her intervention, Wayne will hardly escape the clutches of Darkness."

Philomena and Chris frowned at the same time, it seemed from the Moonlight Knight’s words that he had a certain admiration for the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church.

That shouldn’t be the case, with light and darkness in opposition, why would the Moonlight Knight lavish such praise on an enemy? Was there something more to it?

Both women turned their gaze to Wayne, who shook his head slightly, indicating they could discuss any issues slowly that night.

The three shared silent communication, leaving Dreyne outside of the loop. Suddenly he banged on the table: "What are you doing, are you signaling each other in secret? No wonder I’ve been losing, you must be cheating."

With that, he went to call over Anastasia, who in all of Lundan was the only one in whose character he trusted.

...

The scene shifts to the High Priest Manor.

Twin bodyguards stood at the gate while inside the room, four women and one man were accompanied by the constant sound of slapping.

Since it was the God-chosen Knight, you can imagine, they were playing cards.

Under Dreyne’s insistent demand, Anastasia had to rush to the card game, and the moment the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church showed her true face, Chris covered hers with a hand.

Such a stunning beauty, why are these older women each more beautiful than the last?

In other words, at your ages, why so beautiful? Don’t you leave any room for the young?