Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 931 - 343: Goddess, is, is that you? _3

Chapter 931: Chapter 343: Goddess, is, is that you? _3

"Just wait a bit longer!"

Austin raised his hand to call for a halt, frowning. "I’ve already said it, my relationship with Wayne is terrible. He covets the position of head of the family every day. If I died, the happiest person would be him. Why do you still insist on fighting?"

Ivan curled his lip in disdain. "Considering you’ve spoken so much truth, I’ll let you be hit with a clear understanding today. My daughter doesn’t allow me to trouble Wayne, and the Dark Knight also seems quite supportive of him. As the Pope, I must steer clear of the Dark Knight."

So, you still came to find me?

Austin rolled his eyes. After all his effort to conceal his identity, it still ended up benefiting Wayne.

"Should we wait a bit longer?"

"No need. I can see now, both you and Her Holiness, you’ve been deceived by Wayne. The Dark Knight never said he would support him!" Austin spoke with heartfelt pain.

"Clarify what you mean. What’s really going on?"

Ivan’s heart grew cold as he spoke, and he was startled when he sensed a vast aura of darkness flash by where Megan was.

Pure Darkness is not of this Mortal World, it’s ten thousand percent the power of the Dark Knight.

So...

Ivan swallowed hard, linking the image of the Dark Knight with that of Megan. Come to think of it, she resembled the previous generation Dark Knight a lot. Both were cold and imposing women; the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to fit.

"Austin, your Butler is Darkness..."

"I can’t say. If you asked, I would only tell you that she is not the Dark Knight." Austin shook his head meaningfully.

Ivan did not ask further. The truth lay before his eyes, there was nothing more to question.

"Mr. Ivan, it’s best if you keep this matter buried in your heart and tell no one."

"Mr. Austin, I was disrespectful before."

"It’s no issue, I am very honored to meet you, His Holiness the Pope."

"You’re too kind. Now you are the ruler of Windsor. That the Dark Church has been able to grow in Windsor is all thanks to your support."

Unbeknownst to them, their hands were already clasped together.

Austin whispered, "The Dark Knight supports the Lando Family because of me. My relationship with the Butler... I am a Noble, you understand?"

"Your family is really messed up!"

"..."

Austin rolled his eyes again. To turn hostility into friendship, he chose to endure and continued, "Mr. Ivan, I can assure you very confidently that the Goddess’s Dark Knight will not support Wayne. He has deceived Her Holiness under the pretense of the Dark Knight’s name, that bastard doesn’t even spare his own sister; why he deceived Her Holiness, I won’t elaborate further."

Ivan’s anger flared, and his fists cracked. "What about the other Knights then, what do they say?"

"They represent The Church. The Windsor Royal Family has always been suppressing The Church. With what I said, do you understand?"

Austin was a master of the art of language, never giving a clear answer, guiding Ivan towards the desired conclusion.

Ivan wasn’t in the game for the first time either. The Pope was brave and shrewd, not a fool. Seeing Austin speak only half-truths, Ivan strongly suspected that Austin was unhappy with his son’s behavior and was inciting him to act because he could not do it himself.

After much deliberation, he guessed that at least one God-chosen Knight was supporting Wayne!

Wayne came from the Naturalism Church, so it was highly likely he was a Naturalist Knight.

With that thought, Ivan felt more certain. The reputation of the Naturalist Knight was excellent; it was impossible for them to support a scoundrel who lured the Dark Church’s Holy Maiden and bedded his own sister. It seemed Wayne had probably deceived the Naturalist Knight as well with his smooth talk.

"So, it’s fine if I tear his mouth apart?" Ivan asked Austin, staring at him.

"Not a problem at all. I can even provide you with information!"

Austin looked deeply at Ivan, unafraid that the other might catch any change in his expression as they locked eyes, speaking truthfully without a trace of deceit. If not for the limitation of his own strength, he would have been eager to help Ivan pin Wayne down.

"Oh, so you really despise your own son?"

"I love my daughter even more!" Austin said with a grim face.

"Good, well said!"

Ivan patted Austin’s shoulder approvingly. "No matter what you may be concealing, I agree with that statement. I believe you are a good father who loves his daughter."

"I believe you are too!"

Their hands clasped tightly together again. They had been strangers but were now brought together by Wayne.

"Tell me, where is that boy now?"

"He’ll return to Lundan tonight, accompanied by a secretary and a girlfriend... I won’t elaborate on their relationship, you understand."

"He really deserves to die!"

"Indeed he does!"

Both of them clenched their teeth, genuine emotions showing, with not a hint of acting.

Especially Austin, his personal grudges seemed almost ready to burst forth in a dark aura.

"That boy is very persuasive, and the women he has deceived are no easy targets either, like his secretary. I wouldn’t recommend making a move when there are many people around..."

Austin was devising a plan for Ivan: few people, isolation, surprise attack, no words, any mistake could be extremely dangerous.

"So what, your son is quite formidable?"

"It’s his mouth that’s terrifying. He’s too eloquent." Austin spoke another blunt truth.

Ivan assessed the situation inwardly, feeling that Austin was concealing something and speculated that the Lando Family power struggle was vicious, with father and son each plotting to secretly eliminate the other.

Cold-blooded Nobles and terrible familial relationships, unlike his own home, where Anna would never snarl at him.

Austin didn’t leave a good impression on Ivan. After a warm show of brotherhood and confirming the information was accurate, he turned and left straight away.

Once he was gone, Austin returned to the back seat of his car, toying with an Ancient Silver Coin, his lips involuntarily curling upwards.