Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 368 - 176 Vow and Poisonous Oath, Incompatible as Fire and Water_2

Chapter 368: Chapter 176 Vow and Poisonous Oath, Incompatible as Fire and Water_2

She put on her stockings and twirled on the spot, "How about it, do they look good?"

The curves were even more beautiful than before...

Definitely impressive!

Wayne’s throat felt dry, and he had to admit, Philomena’s charm was staggering; her looks and figure were nearly flawless, a first-rate example amid beauties.

"I’m talking to you, stop staring!"

Philomena’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, very pleased with Wayne’s infatuated demeanor, she knew that as long as she executed the plan herself, a mere beckon would mean his downfall.

Chris, you’re no match for her, you don’t have a dog in this fight anymore.

"They look very nice, but the bathrobe doesn’t match, it affects the overall aesthetic, from a clothing designer’s perspective, I suggest you take off the bathrobe immediately," Wayne said earnestly, a professional’s advice shouldn’t be wrong.

Philomena rolled her eyes, annoyed, "Where’s the lady’s underwear you designed? Bring it tomorrow, otherwise, I’ll tell the Magic Department that you’ve been perfunctory, I don’t see any goodwill, only a complete lack of respect for the Moonlight Church."

Damn, this is what power feels like, it’s so handy!

It was Wayne’s turn to roll his eyes, "Besides underwear, I’ve also designed many new clothes for all seasons, confident that each one will set a fashion trend."

Well, hand them over then!

Philomena’s mouth watered with desire, even more dissatisfied with Wayne’s teasing behavior.

"Can’t do that, bringing all of them would require at least three wardrobes, too much hassle."

"Then I’ll go to your place."

"..."

Wayne was speechless, realizing he had overestimated this woman’s love for beauty, but had still underestimated her.

Regaining her composure, Philomena spoke breezily, "Bring ten pieces each day, as long as your sincerity is enough, I will cooperate with your work, without complaining to the Magic Department."

"One piece a day."

"You want to delay time?"

"No, I have finished products, but they’re not the right size, our company’s models don’t have your height, your long legs, nor your slender waist..." Wayne said and took another glance at Philomena’s chest.

The implication was clear, her figure was too perfect, and matching ready-made sizes was impossible. free𝑤ebnovel.com

There’s a difference between flattery from amateurs and professionals; Philomena was extremely pleased and urged Wayne not to just stand there and to get back to work right away.

"Aren’t you keeping me overnight anymore?"

"The clothes are more important."

Philomena said against her conscience, feeling Wayne was right. Keeping a distance to avoid suspicion would make the Magic Department doubtful; even a child knows you can’t keep up every night.

"Alright, I will bring a finished piece tomorrow, but I need to measure your size," Wayne said, rubbing his hands together, apologetically mentioning that he hadn’t brought a tape measure.

No problem, a professional clothing designer’s hands were the most accurate tape measure.

Philomena pursed her lips; everyone knew about a mage’s precision just by looking, so what was the need for physical measuring.

Plainly put, it was just an excuse to take advantage.

She didn’t refuse but spread her arms openly, telling Wayne to hurry up.

It was just taking measurements; it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it all before in Luzelbourg—it was all part of executing the plan.

Five minutes later.

Wayne looked at his hands and zoned out on the spot. It had been too easy. He once again reconsidered the perks of playing the hero; no wonder the sons of wealthy families in novels would hire ruffians to harass virtuous women—it was such an effective tactic.

He’d be the hero again next time!

Philomena sat on the couch with a flushed face, lifting a cup of tea from the coffee table to cover her embarrassment, her heart racing, her thoughts sliding, and her mind wandering wild.

Wayne watched Philomena quietly, waiting for her to sip twice, before he spoke up softly, "That cup was mine."

Philomena coughed repeatedly; cold air burst from her palms, freezing the tea cup and the tea into a lump of ice, glaring fiercely at the little lecher.

You should have said so earlier!

Wayne shook his head and advised, "How about we call it quits? I play along with your scheme, acting enamored with women, you achieve your goal, no need to force yourself to do things you dislike."

"The Magic Department was never my target!"

Turning to serious matters, Philomena quickly regained composure, gritted her teeth, "You were supposed to be a disciple of the Moonlight Church; I’m paying for the oversight by bringing you back, it’s not a disgrace."

"You’re taking the wrong approach to the strategy; we could spend money, it won’t be much."

Wayne kindly reminded her; he was actually easy to seduce. The Moonlight Church was large and wealthy, just throwing a few Divine Artifacts at him and he’d belong to the Moonlight Goddess.

He talked as if it was the most natural thing; his silver cross would surely find its place in the Moonlight Church’s domain, a mutual agreement from the start, and the Church really wouldn’t have to spend much.

"What I want is not a Liberty Mage, but a devout disciple of Moonlight," Philomena stated her stance clearly, loyalty was absolute or not at all; she wanted all of Wayne.

"Then you definitely shouldn’t continue..."

Wayne spread his hands, "Listen to me, stop flirting, it’s not too late to cut your losses, keep this up, and the sole loser will be you, both financially and emotionally."

Philomena was unconvinced, confident in her own charm, and unsure who would be the one losing out in the end.

This woman really was crazy!

Seeing that she was set on sending, Wayne’s scalp tingled, and he tried to convince her one more time, "How about we switch to someone else? If it works, you hit the jackpot; if not, you don’t lose anything, better than risking yourself."

"Chris?"

"Exactly."

Wayne readily admitted, few knew about his issue with the Moonlight Church’s endorsement; Philomena must have gotten the tip through his senior, no use hiding it.

Clever senior, secretly trading him to an old lady; what was she after?