Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 927 - 342: Dark Church Pope_3

Chapter 927: Chapter 342: Dark Church Pope_3

Anastasia remained silent; these were things she could not discuss. She advised the other not to ask, for knowing too much was not a good thing.

"You still remember who you are, don’t you? You are the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church!"

Ivan furrowed his brows as he looked at the luxurious manor. His eyelids twitched slightly, and his heart raced when he saw the expensive clothes and jewelry Anastasia was wearing.

After a long moment, he held his breath and said, "Anna, you’ve changed!"

"..."

Anastasia was at a loss for words. It wasn’t just a change; it was a complete transformation from the inside out.

"Speak! Tell me, who tempted you into this fall?"

"It’s none of your business."

"How can it be none of my business? I am your father."

Ivan widened his eyes, staring fiercely at his daughter. "You think just because you don’t tell me, I won’t know? I’ve already looked into who owns this manor, Wayne Lando, right? Call that boy here; I want to kill him."

Forget it, the Goddess won’t let you run amok.

Anastasia looked at her father with a complex expression and slowly said, "I am the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church; the things you worry about don’t exist. Even if something did happen, it’s not for you to intervene. This is the decree of the Goddess."

"Did the Goddess ask you to support the Lando family or to establish a branch in Lundan, or did She..."

Ivan pointed at the fine clothes and jewels on his daughter: "Did She let these foreign things corrupt your pure heart?"

"None of the above."

"Then you dare to falsely proclaim the Goddess’ divine decree!"

"..."

The Dark Goddess didn’t instruct Anastasia to do these things; it was Wayne who requested them, including the luxurious bags and jewelry, all delivered by Wayne’s men, meant to dress her up in different styles every day of the week.

As for the divine decree of the Dark Goddess, there actually was one, spurring her to share a bed with Wayne, to follow the desires deep in her heart and bravely pursue her own faith.

Seeing that she still couldn’t make that step, recently the Goddess generously helped out, borrowing her body to take the initiative.

How kind of the Goddess!

These words, Anastasia could not utter before her father, nor would she deviate from the topic, "Did the Goddess’ required items come?"

"Is it what the Goddess wanted, or what you wanted? Be clear!" Ivan grinded his teeth as he spoke.

"Did you bring them?"

Anastasia frowned slightly, her powerful aura spreading out, enveloping the room in an invisible majesty.

"They’re brought."

Seeing his daughter knowingly committing the act, Ivan felt both heartache and helplessness. Sighing, he said, "Anna, I taught you magic, guided you towards the faith, and trained you into the Church’s finest Holy Maiden, except I never taught you how to deal with men."

"I thought it unnecessary. Your faith was so devout, your pursuit of magic surpassed everything else..."

"Believe me, that is not love; you were deceived. That boy is merely coveting your beauty, and your status as a Holy Maiden can bring him tremendous benefits; that’s what he wants."

"You falsely proclaimed the divine decree to help him get what he wanted. He might be fine, but as a Holy Maiden, your sins are greater. Once the Goddess realizes the betrayal, you know what your fate will be better than I do."

"Trust your father; I’ve seen all sorts of people. That boy has no good intentions; he just wants to use you..."

"It’s not too late to stop now. I won’t speak of it; you won’t speak of it; no one in the Church dares to speak of it. Just stop now!"

The old father looked tiredly at his daughter, a man of a hundred years, not a naive girl of eighteen or nineteen; how could she have been seduced by love!

Anastasia was at her wit’s end; her circumstances were too complicated to explain.

Or rather, explaining would only complicate matters further.

"Ivan, hand over the items and then return to the Church headquarters. You are the Pope; you shouldn’t be here."

"You know I’m the Pope, and I’m not leaving. Who can do anything about it!"

"Hand over the items!"

"Oh."

Ivan, irritated, waved his hand and pulled two large boxes out of his Personal Space, lifting them high above his head out of spite...

"Hmm?!"

He gently placed them on the ground.

This family matter, next door Veronica was almost crying out of envy.

Anastasia quickly stepped forward, checked the boxes to confirm they were correct, and with a joyful expression, she put them into her Personal Space.

Seeing his daughter stubbornly pursuing her happiness as if she had found true love, Ivan couldn’t feel worse. He frowned and took deep breaths: "Where is that boy named Wayne?"

"What do you want to do?" Anastasia asked warily.

"He deceived my daughter; what else can I do!"

Ivan was surrounded by surging black smoke, his eyes a deep red. All he wanted now was to kill Wayne.

In Ivan’s view, the heir of the Lando family was a complete scoundrel, sweet-talking Anastasia into corruption, using her support to steal the fortune of Windsor, the treasures of the Dark Church, while enlarging his family and satisfying his own private desires.

And incidentally, his lust!

Publicly, as the Pope of the Dark Church and with the Holy Maiden seduced into corruption, he had to step forward to stop it.

Privately, as Anastasia’s father, any father who saw his garden being uprooted by a swine would naturally study a hundred recipes for pork.

Although Anastasia was no longer the young cabbage she once was, now a pickled cabbage of many years, that wasn’t the point. No matter how old children are, they are still just children in their parents’ eyes.

Anyone who dares to touch his child must be prepared to pay with their life!

Anastasia looked at her murderous father, moved yet overwhelmed, she raised her hand to her forehead: "Go back. The situation in Lundan is complicated. I cannot say more, but I can tell you, the Dark Knight also supports the Lando family, and he is very fond of Wayne."