Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 365 - 175: No Way, Are You Serious?_2

Philomena thought a lot. She knew that Wayne was a genius, and surely the Naturalism Church knew it too. The fact that Hefei the High Priest personally stepped in to recruit was proof of that.

Although she was the first to come, the Magic Realm doesn’t speak of reason but of strength. It would be difficult to snatch him away by force; she would have to woo him through Faith Magic instead.

This step, she would leave to Kris to execute.

But the prerequisite was that she couldn’t push the child into a pit of fire. High society was filthy, and she had to confirm that herself once again.

Watching Kris’s departing figure, Philomena furrowed her brows. If both sides were good kids, the plan could be executed smoothly, but what if Wayne was just a low-life among the high class? What then?

"High society must also be won over, he’s worth the price!"

Philomena made her decision to first make a move on the Magic Department, to tear open a trust rift and sever connections, making the Magic Department completely give up on Wayne.

"Hmph, this is the goodwill you’ve brought me voluntarily, I won’t be polite then..."

...

On Kris’s end, after leaving the office, she encountered her foster mother Dorin, who asked about the High Priest’s instructions. Kris couldn’t say much, only mentioning some information about Brand Ambassador duties.

After saying that, she left the Church stronghold as if fleeing, heading straight for Lando Manor.

Halfway there, Kris stopped. The siblings knew of their relation; playing dumb was nothing but an unwillingness to let go. Bringing it up face-to-face would only drive her two friends further away.

"It’s too chaotic, I hope they don’t overdo it and make mistakes they can’t afford." Kris felt the heavy responsibility on her shoulders. She had to keep a closer watch; otherwise, if the siblings ended in tragedy, she would suffer too.

As for the other possibility of Wayne being the heir, Kris was biased from the start, believing professional intelligence and not even considering that angle.

She had seen Austin, and she had to admit, the resemblance was uncanny, to the point where it seemed Veronica was the one who was adopted.

"Eh, Veronica couldn’t possibly be the one who was adopted, right?"

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The time came to two o’clock, time for afternoon tea.

Wayne drove up to the manor, and under the guardianship of the twin female Mages, sat in the living room sipping tea, waiting for Philomena to finish applying her makeup.

Philomena was probably the female Mage that Wayne had met who cared the most about appearance and demeanor. He thought it unnecessary; she was very beautiful, a knockout even without makeup.

A Golden Mage’s Essence of Life was powerful. As long as she wished, eternal youth was assured, and she was destined to have nothing to do with aging. Philomena’s insistence was no more than a psychological effect.

She felt that she had grown old, lost a youthful mindset, lacking in confidence.

Half an hour later, Philomena gracefully descended the stairs, her exquisite makeup making her even more enchanting and attractive.

Wayne secretly marveled at her beauty, but somehow, possibly because he had seen her tentacle form, he lost the initial thrill of first love.

The belated afternoon tea was scheduled at a high-class hotel in the West District, followed by a two-hour sightseeing tour during which Philomena took many photos, documenting her paramount beauty.

At seven in the evening, the two enjoyed an authentic French meal and then drove to the concert hall.

Wayne was lavish, arranging for the entire venue for afternoon tea, dinner, and the musical, flaunting wealth unapologetically.

The expenses were on the public account, reimbursable by the Magic Department; there was no need to save money for those corrupt people.

...

Concert Hall.

A musical possibly of Hamlet was being performed, in four acts, with a total duration of three and a half hours.

Excruciatingly long!

Philomena refused the box with a better view and chose to sit near the stage on the first floor, smilingly taking a seat beside Wayne, and taking his arm.

Wayne glanced at her and said plainly, "High Priest, this tactic won’t work on me, don’t waste your expressions. Change to someone younger; those girls at the airport are quite nice, they deserve to have me."

"Call me Mina."

"Okay, High Priest."

"Mina!"

"Got it, High Priest!"

"..."

Philomena rolled her eyes, about to say something, when she saw Wayne feigning lethargy, slanting his head to one side, pretending to be asleep.

"That’s not how a gentleman should behave."

"Gentlemen prefer movies, not musicals." Wayne replied in his sleep.

"Then we’ll go see a movie tomorrow."

Philomena’s face showed anticipation, her acting in no way inferior to that of the actors on stage.

Wayne gave no reply, simply snoring away.

Philomena’s brow furrowed slightly; she pinched Wayne’s arm with two fingers, twisting it a little as a reminder, "If you don’t satisfy me, I won’t stay silent about the Magic Department."

Got it, I’ll shut you up!

Wayne was suddenly not sleepy at all, sitting up straight and accompanying Philomena to watch the play, his gaze empty, not understanding what was being sung above.

Nonsensical dialogue, cringeworthy lines, overwhelmingly pretentious. After a while, it became clear, today’s play was about the Prince’s tale of revenge.

Even King Kong would be better!

Speaking of King Kong, the movie hadn’t been released yet. Ask once, it’s coming soon; keep asking, it’s just protocol.

"Is it that you don’t like musicals, or you just don’t like watching them with me?"

"High Priest, it’s all a duty for the Magic Department. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied. But please, tone it down; stop flirting. They’re not fools; you can’t deceive anyone. You’ll be the one at a loss."

Wayne advised her kindly, the softness on his arm comfortable, but he didn’t enjoy this phony closeness. If it were the Three Ships, or even Mona, he would gladly indulge.

Philomena just didn’t do it for him, the thick foundation acting like a mask, making intimacy only repulsive.

Wayne’s eyes lit up, realizing why the thrill of his first love had vanished.

Too much makeup, it felt like he was dating an old lady. Little head was wary of the possible appearance of a whipped ball; big head listened to little head, hence the lack of spirit.