Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 358 - 173: Your Hairstyle is Very Dangerous!

That night, Wayne Manor.

Wearing pajamas and barefoot, Veronica was running up and down the hallway, disturbing Valkyrie, the female Knight. She was caught and taken to the backyard for a remedial lesson.

Wayne was in the study, receiving one-on-one tutoring from Chris.

When the lesson was over, Veronica was still practicing swordsmanship in the garden. Wayne frowned without a word. The timing was just right, allowing Chris to change into a pencil skirt and strike a pose to provide him with design inspiration.

What excuse should he use this time?

"Wayne, I need to take a few days off and won’t be able to give you private tutoring," Chris said apologetically.

"At this time?"

Wayne was greatly dissatisfied. The lessons these days were very crucial, covering all the key points for the exams. For the teacher to leave abruptly, what is a student to do?

"It’s a bit complicated..."

Chris explained apologetically, "Remember your earlier investment? The Church headquarters has sent a High Priest, and the local Priestess is taking it very seriously, assigning me with many tasks."

The Moonlight Church’s local Priestess in Lundan was a female Mage whom Wayne had seen before in the Grand Cemetery in the West District. She appeared to be around fifty, with a slim face showing signs of aging.

According to the information Wayne extracted from Chris, the local Priestess was named Dorin, a Golden Mage, and was Chris’s adoptive mother.

But Chris wasn’t her only adopted child; there was a whole bunch of siblings.

Wayne wanted to ask more, but Chris clammed up, unwilling to talk about her large family. Considering she lived at school and seldom mentioned her adoptive mother, it was evident she wasn’t happy at home.

A crowd doesn’t always mean happiness.

Indeed, compared to the large family of the Moonlight Church, Chris preferred the carefree Wayne Manor.

"I see..."

Touching his chin and raising an eyebrow, Wayne said, "What’s the High Priest like, a man or a woman? Could they possibly use their status to bully you locals?"

"Not at all, she’s a very graceful and dignified woman," Chris said, emphasizing ’woman’ to prevent any misunderstandings from Wayne.

"What about her character?"

"I’ve heard she has a good temper, approachable and very tolerant," Chris replied truthfully.

"The truth now."

"Apparently, she has a strong personality and is quite strict," Chris whispered.

"Ah, the truth!"

"It’s said she’s quite fierce. She looks gentle and refined, but... just don’t make her angry," Chris said reluctantly.

That was all she could say. As a member of The Church, she didn’t want to speak ill of the High Priest behind her back.

Wayne sighed helplessly. Of course, the aunt who would readily risk her life couldn’t possibly have a good temper.

If she really had a good temper, the Moonlight Church headquarters wouldn’t have sent her to expand their territory in Lundan.

"This is going to be troublesome..."

"It’s very troublesome, especially since the lessons are at such a critical point," Chris said hesitantly and then gritted her teeth, "While Veronica is still in the garden learning swordsmanship, go to your bedroom. That shortest skirt of yours, I’ll wear it for you to see."

"That would be too embarrassing!"

With a serious face, Wayne said, "Chris, you’ve misunderstood. I don’t want to see you in stockings, short skirts, and high heels with an off-shoulder knit top just for the sake of it. As a fashion designer, I must draw inspiration from the model."

With a sideways glance, Chris said, "So, do you want to see or not?"

"Since you insist, let’s have a look," Wayne conceded.

Hmph, you just want to watch.

Chris huffed. Perhaps Veronica and Ronica were unaware, but she knew very well that Wayne had ulterior motives, always hiding behind the guise of being a fashion designer—a total lecher.

As if it would be that easy to trick her!

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November 6th, Lundan Airport.

Wearing red uniforms, the Honor Guards were neatly lined up, standing tall with determined gazes, waiting for the Moonlight Church’s private jet from Paris.

Ivette stood at the front with a faint smile, with Wayne clad in a white uniform by her side, wearing a solemn expression as if ready to lay down his life for his country.

Today, Little Mustache had not shown up, probably still in jail and busy picking up soap.

"Wayne, no need to be so serious; they aren’t foreign dignitaries," Ivette said with a teasing smile.

She only knew that Wayne had saved Philomena but was unaware of the complex process. Therefore, she held great expectations for Wayne, believing that with the life-saver present, Philomena could at least be stabilized for a while.

With this time, the Magic Department could root out the traitors and resolve the crisis of trust.

Although this thorn was now planted, if the Magic Department could rebuild its reputation and reconcile with the Moonlight Church, they wouldn’t be as passive as they are now.

Wayne nodded and caught a glimpse of a sullen gaze not far away. He arched an eyebrow and winked at the person.

Chris.

The airport welcome party included members from both the Magic Department and the local Moonlight Church, led personally by Priestess Dorin, who handpicked about a dozen aesthetically pleasing Church members to serve as Honor Guards.

Chris was among them, and upon seeing Wayne looking nonchalant, she couldn’t help feeling irritated.

Wayne hadn’t told her he would be attending the reception ceremony, and from the looks of it, he seemed to have another role to play.

He knew but didn’t tell, pretending to be at a disadvantage to trick her into wearing a dress...

Such a short dress!

Chris clenched her teeth in frustration, forced to fiercely glare at Wayne because her adoptive mother was nearby.

"Chris, don’t look around so much," Dorin said with a calm gaze, reminding her daughter to mind her manner: flirting with her eyes in public is inappropriate, and if the High Priest noticed, she would seize the opportunity to give her a verbal warning.

A new officer sets fires on the first three days, and that’s a universal truth.

Chris bowed her head in contrition, apologized, and recalling Ronica’s description of Wayne as social trash, she temporarily agreed.