Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 830 - 318: The Good Days Are Still to Come!

Chapter 830: Chapter 318: The Good Days Are Still to Come!

Upon learning that the woman beside Wayne was the Moonlight Knight Dreyne, Queen Sophia’s smile stiffened, and her recently improved mood once again sunk to the bottom of the Themes River.

Grief, helplessness, despair, bewilderment...

The immense pressure attacked her from all sides, and she hadn’t even felt this sad when her husband died.

Ultimately a seasoned politician, Queen Sophia quickly perked up, restoring her smile and greeted Dreyne.

Of course, hierarchies must be observed, and the greetings had to follow after Austin’s.

Austin: (눈_눈)

"You brought the Moonlight Knight to the Magical Department instead of playing cards at home, are you repeatedly humiliating the queen and whipping a dead body?"

Do you realize, after you’ve had your fun and leave, it’s your father who has to clean up after you!

Austin, annoyed, gave Wayne a sideways glance, bowed to show his welcome to the Moonlight Knight, who was there to support the Lando Family. As a guest from afar, there must be no ambiguity in courtesy.

Given Dreyne’s status as God’s Chosen Knight, a Knight walking among the Mortal World, her position transcendental, higher even than The Church’s Pope, she must not be neglected.

"Knight Lord, it’s getting late, have you dined yet?" Austin, meeting Dreyne for the first time, immediately broached the topic of dinner.

Dreyne slightly furrowed her brow, feeling a sense of déjà vu despite it being their first meeting, and took a longer look.

"Father, rest assured, I’ve already arranged everything. The Knight Lord has sampled an authentic French meal at Buckingham Palace, a state dinner hospitality."

Wayne stepped forward, grabbed Austin’s arm, blocking Dreyne’s view, while dragging a large trash can aside, he whispered.

He spewed superficially unacceptable yellow trash like why the queen’s affair failed, when was the queen’s third child due, specifically for Dreyne and Sophia to overhear.

The former enjoys such gossip.

As for the latter, Wayne didn’t care whether she liked to listen, he only knew if the queen exerted a bit more charm, wore a shorter skirt, a lower neckline, it would be perfect if she only wore a pair of white gloves, demonstrating the practical example of his family’s tradition to quit while ahead.

Unyielding to the original aspiration, never missing any chances, such a person could never fail.

In private, Wayne and Austin exchanged intense opinions through telepathic transmission.

"When did Dreyne arrive, when did she get here?"

"She just arrived in Lundan today, I went to the Church headquarters for this matter."

"What is she doing in Lundan, how long will she stay?"

"I’m still extracting information, now’s not the time to discuss this, quickly tell the deputy minister where my office is..."

While the father and son communicated telepathically, their public conversation was filled with gossip.

Dreyne listened covertly, amused, and quickly dismissed her doubts about Austin.

Queen Sophia, expressionless, learned that the God’s Chosen Knight had dined at Buckingham Palace that evening; she felt extremely relieved she was not home tonight, otherwise as the nominal hostess, Wayne would surely have arranged for her to accompany and entertain.

Dreyne: Dining with just us two is boring, is there any cultural speciality in the palace?

Wayne: Yes, I’ll call a girl over to sing a couple of songs for you.

Sophia was grateful that the head of the rebel faction was Austin, for if it changed to Wayne in a few years, who knows what trouble he might cause.

Austin would respect her, Wayne definitely would not.

Especially with the queen’s multiple complex attributes as widow, defeated, father’s former girlfriend, she held a forbidden allure for men of all ages, especially in the depraved high society, which noble could resist such temptation?

Moments later, having finished their chat, Austin and Wayne bowed and took their leave, escorting Dreyne directly to Wayne’s office building.

The Magical Department Headquarters spanned a vast area, driving...

For Wayne, driving didn’t save much time, it was purely too troublesome to fetch the car back and forth.

Besides, it wasn’t a matter of saving time, he was the deputy minister, no high-ranking leader should be walking!

"Why the rush to leave, such interesting inside that room with that couple, I wanted to watch them a bit longer." Dreyne, the ice queen with a short shelf-life, immediately revealed her true colors.

"Mind your words, I respect my father a lot," Wayne said earnestly.

"I’m not deaf, I can hear you leading him to sleep with the queen."

Dreyne showed extreme disdain: "You nobles, your thoughts are indeed filthy, try not to talk to me in the future, I have a cleanliness fetish."

"Come on, speak!"

"You told me not to."

"Look at you, not only are your thoughts dirty, but you’re also unreasonable, it’s only because I am considerate of the heir, otherwise I would have turned hostile long ago."

...

Wayne rolled his eyes, if only he had figured out Dreyne’s motives, and wasn’t worried about invoking the Goddess by hitting a Knight, he would’ve locked Dreyne in the basement to draw cartoons long ago.

Pure white knight’s turbid evil fall [Subtitle translation]

Two minutes later, the black luxury sedan stopped.

Wayne quickly entered the office building, purposely leaving Dreyne a step behind, pretending she was his secretary.

It was already nine in the evening, even the heartless Windsor, the working people should have left work.

In the entire Magical Department Headquarters, aside from Austin who took his responsibilities too seriously and chose to stay up working overtime, most others went to the neighboring theater to watch a play.

Just a change in leadership, not a salary cut, what big deal, continue the music and dance.

That’s the Windsor way!

The office building was empty except for a light still on in the deputy minister’s private office, where a blond woman in formal attire, around thirty years old, wearing a tight skirt and black stockings, perfectly captured the essence of a mature woman, was working overtime reviewing documents.