Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 369 - 176: Swear Never to Coexist with Drugs_3

So afraid of not being able to finish the meat that you’re eager to share—are you not interested in progressing?

Just wait, I’ll give you a taste of my mind when we get back!

Wayne’s focus was entirely on Christ, leaving Philomena seething in frustration at being ignored on the side, she snapped angrily, "Just because she’s younger, a mere ten years and a few months younger than me?"

Auntie, that’s quite a ’few’ months you’ve got there!

It was such a ludicrous point that Wayne almost suffocated trying to hold back his laughter; he nodded with a serious face, "That’s right, I do prefer them young. Mathematically speaking, two Christs equal one of you. Is it that hard to choose between two-to-one?"

That’s preposterous! Who solves problems like that?

Enraged, Philomena retorted, "How come you weren’t complaining about my age when you were touching me just now? Mark my words, one day you’ll be obedient to me."

"That’s too difficult; I still suggest Cris..."

"Do you dare to make a bet?"

"..."

Wayne remained silent; he had sworn to avoid gambling, as it was an affliction he preferred to steer clear of whenever possible.

Unless victory was certain!

"If I can’t win your heart or make you obedient, I promise I’ll stop pursuing you. Conversely..." Philomena gritted her teeth, "You’ll become a disciple of the Moonlight Goddess and serve me without any complaints."

I’m already a disciple of the Moonlight Goddess, just one good meal away!

Weighing the pros and cons, Wayne found he wouldn’t lose either way. He looked at Philomena with a hint of pity, "High Priestess, I’ll take that bet, but let’s get one thing straight—if you lose, don’t start making a fuss."

"I’m very mature; I’ve long past the age of throwing tantrums," she declared.

"Well, about that..."

Wayne shook his head, insisting on additional terms to be added to the wager. After back and forth negotiations, they reached an agreement.

Philomena was overjoyed and urged Wayne to come over quickly; she wanted him to continue applying night cream after taking off her stockings.

"High Priest..."

"Mina!"

"Alright, Mina."

Wayne looked toward Philomena, whose face was flushed with shyness, and something felt off no matter how he looked at her; the same thought crossed his mind again—her mask was too fake.

He critiqued, "If I’m not mistaken, you’ve never been deceived by a man. Just a reminder: only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity. Selling your beauty like this won’t secure a man, it’ll only attract a man’s irresponsible desire."

He patted himself on the chest, implying that she needed to be sincere.

Philomena seemed pensive and acknowledged she had learned her lesson, then heard Wayne ask, "Now that you understand, do you still want my help with your stockings?"

"No need."

Philomena shook her head, "According to the itinerary, you will accompany me to the museum tomorrow afternoon; as for the evening... change it to a movie date, and don’t be late."

Seeing that she seemed to finally get it, Wayne quietly regretted not waiting until after he had removed her stockings.

Now a freebie slipped through his fingers.

No matter, the problem wasn’t serious; he could just work overtime when he got back. Tomorrow he would bring the cheongsam with him.

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November 8th.

Windsor Museum.

As the Brand Ambassador, Wayne, obeying the orders of the Magic Department, took on the role of a guide showing High Priestess Philomena of the Moonlight Church around the museum, accompanied by Vernar and Deit, the twin mage brothers.

Given the arrangement, these two seemed to be the personal bodyguards of the High Priestess.

A bit overkill; in case of trouble, it’s doubtful who would need to protect whom.

Moreover, at such a critical moment, no one would dare to harm Philomena, especially not the Magic Department; only a madman would exacerbate the conflict.

Philomena’s charm was astonishing; she never went without her veil in public, but even with only half of her face visible, she still managed to turn heads at an impressive rate.

For every couple she encountered, she seemingly broke one up; in less than an hour, seven or eight pairs were split.

In terms of demeanor, the High Priestess was conscious of her status, carrying herself with poise and elegance, strolling through the hallways gracefully without a hint of casualness, arm in arm with Wayne.

Facing the resentful gazes of his male counterparts, Wayne walked tall and confident without explanation, unworried about being seen in a bad light, knowing that no amount of gossip could shake him.

Philomena, still pondering on how to be sincere, was completely unaware that this was yet another trap.

In her own plans, even if she failed, it would only lead to a loss of both money and pride. Taking Wayne’s advice meant risking her heart as well.

To Wayne, Philomena might seem to have lost everything, but in fact, she was the ultimate winner.

In a love affair where sincerity is involved, the party who expects nothing in return is the real victor.

Because they got exactly what they wished for—nothing in return!

On the other hand, love without sincerity is a frightening thing; it becomes nothing more than a transaction on the streets which ends as soon as one turns their back, leaving behind only silence and memories, with no victor in sight.

Reflecting on this, Wayne immediately lost any sense of guilt. Growth was necessary in life, and even if the High Priestess’s youth wasn’t complete, there was still hope with a late payment of tuition fees.

Philomena, arm in arm with Wayne, paid little attention to the dazzling array of exhibits; her gaze would inevitably wander toward Wayne.

Strangely enough, she always saw him as a peer, regardless of the clear information presented to her. She felt as if Wayne was her age.

This preconception may have stemmed from their first meeting, where Wayne exhibited perfect composure within the Forbidden Magic Domain, displaying both strength and kindness, in addition to being exceptionally gentlemanly—not the traits of a green youth.

Philomena would never admit it, but she felt young, and that’s why she related to Wayne as a peer.

That’s how it was!

Wearing only light makeup today, Philomena smiled subtly each time she noticed Wayne’s sidelong glances, waiting to catch him looking flustered.

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Because of Philomena’s status, certain parts of the museum were closed off, reserved just for entertaining her.

Like the historical exhibit they were in now.

A row of silver-white Knight Armor stood with swords at the ready. Each piece of Armor, crafted from metals like copper and iron, was handmade and, despite the passage of time, remained remarkably intact.

Upon closer inspection, these armors were authentic, the scars of sword strikes were still present, and even though the patterns on the helmets and breastplates were smudged, the outline of a tulip could still be discerned.

Curious, Wayne stepped forward for a closer look.

Across from him, the Knight Armor slowly lifted its head, and a pair of red lights suddenly flickered open.

They were filled with murderous intent!