Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 932 - 343: Goddess, is, is that you? _4

Chapter 932: Chapter 343: Goddess, is, is that you? _4

I almost couldn’t contain my laughter.

"Mister, you..."

After Megan settled back into the driver’s seat and started the car, he halted mid-sentence then continued, yet in the end he couldn’t help but say, "Did you tell Ivan something and guide him to ambush the young master?"

"Don’t meddle in the matters between the lord and the young master, Butler," Austin said lightly.

But the young master calls me Aunt Mei, and he even accepts me as a little mother; he never sees me as just a butler.

Megan gripped the steering wheel, expressionless, as a strand of resentment spread out, causing Austin to shiver and he couldn’t help but say, "About the incident with Ivan today, from start to finish, you must not breathe a word to Wayne, understand?"

"Mmm."

Megan nodded. She wouldn’t volunteer the information to the young master, but if he asked, she would spill everything without omission.

Austin sighed repeatedly from the backseat. Having been around Megan for sixteen years, watching each other grow up, he certainly knew what she was thinking.

Slyphy, Veronica, Megan—every single one of them had been won over by Wayne. Could this family ever be mended?

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That night.

Wayne returned to Lundan, dropped off Chris and Mona at Wayne Manor, and using the excuse of working a night shift, drove straight to the estate where Anastasia resided.

He received a mental transmission: the Dark Church Headquarters’s delivery had arrived.

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The two estates weren’t far apart, and Wayne parked the car and knocked on the door.

He had keys—Philark had provided several sets, from the estate’s iron gate, to the main house, and even the master bedroom door, he had them all.

Out of respect for Anastasia, Wayne had put all these keys away, always knocking on the door like a visitor each time he visited.

Soon, the door swung open, and Anastasia welcomed him in wearing a long black dress.

Upon closer inspection, she had even applied some light makeup.

Wayne didn’t expose her, intending to finish the business first before giving her a surgery.

Neither of them knew that from within the dark shadows, a Shadow Cloak blended with its surroundings and witnessed everything.

Ivan.

His father had always been there, and seeing Wayne rush to his daughter’s estate upon returning to Lundan, he was so angry he almost crushed his fist.

The entire estate, inside and out, was fortified with Magic Defense Prohibitions set up by Anastasia. Ivan did not dare assure a safe and undamaged entry, so he moved with extreme caution and silence, trying not to make a sound.

In the living room.

Anastasia was all business, waved her hand to dismiss the Dark Domain, and took out two large chests, placing them before Wayne, "Mister Wayne, these are gifts from the Dark Goddess, sent from the Church Headquarters with someone specifically responsible for their transport."

"They weren’t switched out, were they?" Wayne joked.

"No."

Anastasia shook her head slightly; she had confidence in that person’s abilities. Unless a God-chosen Knight personally took action, no one could take these chests.

Wayne opened the chests and stared blankly at two Obelisk Stone Tablets.

2+2=4.

That wasn’t the point. The real question was why the Dark Goddess had guided him to the Sky Goddess and then sent the Stone Tablets of the Storms and Thunder God his way—what was she implying, to make him follow in the footsteps of the Thunder God?

Because it was the Dark Goddess, Wayne guessed the old lady had no good intentions.

And yet, because of The Book of Greed, Wayne was not one to refuse a gift, he harbored no fear at all.

Let more stone tablets come his way; he wouldn’t even frown unless they were armed.

"Mister Wayne, the Dark Goddess said, when you receive these chests, she wants to speak with you." Anastasia looked towards Wayne, and her cheeks reddened slightly, "Could I trouble you to wait for a while? I’m going to go upstairs to take a bath and change."

As she spoke, Anastasia’s eyes trembled slightly, and a fragrant breeze emanated from her, making the atmosphere suddenly romantic.

"Go on and come back quickly. I’ll wait for you in the living room, then I’ll perform a surgery for you afterward," Wayne said, slapping away the romantic atmosphere.

No Sese!

Anastasia felt a bit disappointed but didn’t overthink it. Her faith was resistance to lust, wishful thinking on her part.

That wasn’t right either; other women seemed to manage just fine.

Watching the slightly resentful figure leave, Wayne shook his head silently, reminding himself to hold on a little longer, cheer up, and believe he could tough it out.

Outside the house, the Shadow Cloak gradually approached the manor, noticing the lights in both the living room and the top floor.

Feeling an urgent panic, fearful of being too late, he dreaded that the centuries-old pickles would be unsealed.

Fortunately, the lights didn’t cause Ivan to worry for too long; the light on the top floor went out after a short while, and Anastasia changed into a somewhat cooler black long dress, bringing a wisp of fragrance as she came to the living room.

"Mister Wayne, are you going down to the basement?"

"No, I’m afraid of the dark, it’s bright over here." Wayne flatly refused, insisting he would not go.

Anastasia nodded, entered the form of a Dark Elf, and began murmuring softly, establishing contact with the Dark Goddess.

Wayne very much wanted to have Anastasia sit on his lap, thinking the scene would be quite interesting when the Dark Goddess made her appearance.

But more than expecting it, he was afraid that the soft seat would turn into a hard one, and that Anastasia would treat it like a socket. Lacking the nerve, he feared he might not take the initiative, refuse, or call cut.

The Dark Goddess seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and by the time Anastasia opened her eyes, she had already completed her descent, looked down at her dress, and her smile was particularly playful.

This smile greatly displeased Wayne. If the Dark Goddess wouldn’t protect Anastasia, he would do it himself, raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Idinis?"

"Oh, it seems you’ve already found Sarosia. Where is the Sky Goddess now? Has she undergone evolution?" The Dark Goddess Idinis’s smile was amusing as she moved close to Wayne, gently sitting on his lap.

Her slender and fair arm hooked around Wayne’s neck, their faces very close together.

Wayne frowned deeply, "If you want, you can use your own body, don’t misuse Anastasia."

"I’m helping her, aren’t I?"

Bang!

An invisible Shadow Cloak burst through the window, glass shards scattering everywhere, causing Wayne to look in surprise.

In his field of vision, a handsome young man threw off the transparent cloak, his face filled with fury as if he had seen his father’s killer.

Who are you?

"Wayne, let go of my daughter!" Ivan’s eyes were fiery; he didn’t want to appear but he couldn’t bear it anymore.

"Daughter..."

Wayne was taken aback, glancing at Idinis in his arms, "So you actually have a father, and he’s very young."

Despite saying so, Wayne’s forehead was sweating slightly, his heart was a mess, fearing he had encountered a scam.

No, a divine scam!

Goddess in a cameo role, the goddess’s father breaking through the window, followed by threats and temptations, talking about reality and physics, if he didn’t participate in the Fusion and hand over a whole basket of information tonight, he wouldn’t think of leaving.

"He’s not my father, his name is Ivan, he’s the Pope of The Church, and Anastasia’s father." Idinis glanced at Ivan and smiled as she explained to Wayne.

Although she was caught by someone from below, she was not at all panicked, even finding it quite interesting.

The one who should be panicked should be Ivan.

Mr. Pope, faced with this situation, what choice will you make, you devout man?

"Gulp!"

Ivan stood frozen as if struck by lightning, this was not his daughter, definitely not.

So...

The one before him actually is...

Goddess, is, is it you?

The image of his daughter’s helpless expression flashed before him, and Ivan couldn’t help but go pale; he might, probably, perhaps understand the truth.

No, it’s too absurd, that’s the lofty Goddess, his faith!

Impossible, definitely impossible!

Ivan shook his head repeatedly, please tell him, this is his daughter Anastasia, not the Goddess.

Anastasia, your father is kneeling down before you, stop acting, I’m afraid!

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