Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 434 - 198: The Book of Hell (Thanks to the alliance leader ’Distant Star’s Eye’ for the reward)_2

Chapter 434: Chapter 198: The Book of Hell (Thanks to the alliance leader ’Distant Star’s Eye’ for the reward)_2

"When I told the Queen the news, she was destined to leave no survivors..."

Austin sighed. Regardless, appearances had to be maintained; if the Minister of the Magic Department set the precedent, Legendary Mages would only emulate the behavior. What was previously done in secret would no longer be concealed.

Such was the power of example!

"I understand, I’ll wait for your call." Wayne ended the call.

Mona stood by indignantly, leveling numerous accusations against the Windsor Royal Family through telepathic transmission to her angelic master. In a nutshell, when it came to being inhumane, the Windsors were professionals.

Wayne shrugged his shoulders. He preferred to call it the cycle of history, where human nature collides and tragedies are repeated, and those who come later participate eagerly in recreating that cycle.

Everyone knew that dealing with devils never ended well, yet, for one reason or another, they still chose to make deals with them.

Did The Seven Demon Kings ignore Aub because they looked down on his strength as a Legendary Mage?

Not necessarily.

The Seven Demon Kings had found better partners, that was all.

"You see, this circle is filthy, far more complicated than you imagine. Just be the fine lady you are and stop trying to act tough," Wayne said, patting Veronica on the shoulder as she lowered her head in silence.

Twenty minutes later, the phone rang and Austin’s message was brief and to the point.

By the Queen’s command, none shall be spared, just turn in some of the stolen goods and parts to the Magic Department.

"It should have been this way from the start, I like things simple," Wayne said with a smirk, calling Mona to leave with him.

"Wait, I want to go too," Veronica grabbed Wayne’s sleeve.

"Didn’t I tell you not to get involved?"

"I may not be able to make plans, but I can execute them," Veronica insisted. She didn’t want to be a mere ornament.

"Fine, but don’t tell Austin, or it will make things difficult for me."

Wayne nodded, glanced at the eager Verily, grouped the two of them together, and casually arranged the teacups on the table into a hexagram pattern.

"The Snow Family Manor is a Magic Fortress; the entire layout is a hexagram defense. If any point is compromised, the balance of the hexagram is lost," Wayne explained, glancing at Veronica, "How to break it is up to you; don’t ask me. Remember, if you fail, both Mona and I could lose our lives."

Veronica nodded solemnly and hurried off with Verily.

There was something she didn’t say.

The trash of two generations looked so much alike. At one moment, their figures overlapped completely, giving her a... very strange feeling.

Austin and Wayne were father and son by blood, while she was adopted.

"Veronica, could there be a possibility that Wayne is truly your brother, that Mister Lando and another woman had Wayne and, due to the feuds and complications of the major families, were forced to hide Wayne’s identity?" Verily asked earnestly.

"Shut up, don’t even think of fooling me!"

Veronica delivered a chop to Verily’s head, exasperated, "He is the heir of the Lando Family, officially recognized with no chance of revocation. You should learn from Senior Sister Chris; she doesn’t act foolish like this."

"But that’s exactly who I learned it from..."

Verily held her head, "You think Senior Sister wouldn’t, but I think she’s already gotten close to him. Their tutoring sessions are getting longer and longer; there must be something fishy."

"Shut up, Senior Sister is not that kind of person!"

Veronica chopped again, not allowing Verily to speak ill of her ’white moonlight’.

...

Wayne delayed leaving for five minutes to prevent the servants at the vacation manor from sending warnings and spread a touch of greenery with a wave of his hand to ensure they slept soundly.

The Queen’s order was to annihilate them without mercy. Wayne had a kind heart and could not bear to see bloodshed; he narrowed the scope to just the members of the Snow Family and drove with Mona to the Snow Family Manor located in the city center.

Snow Family Manor.

A black sedan entered through the iron gates, following the driveway to the main house.

Adelaide, the family head, greeted them with warmth, and seeing only Wayne and Mona, he couldn’t help but say, "Sir Wayne, why is Marianne not with you? I arranged for her to be your personal guide. She’s not doing her job."

"Miss Marianne is here, too."

"Where?"

"No rush. I remember Mr. Adelaide once said that the entire Snow Family is cooperating with the investigation and that all family members are present in the manor, correct?"

"Correct," Adelaide responded solemnly, "The Snow Family is loyal to the Queen, faithful to the country. As the head of the family, I welcome any form of investigation that can prove our innocence."

"What if the Queen demands the complete loyalty of the Snow Family, would Mr. Adelaide comply?" Wayne raised an eyebrow.

"Sir Wayne, please do not joke."

Adelaide was stern, but the next moment, his face broke into a sly, humorous smirk, "If that’s Her Majesty’s wish, the loyal Snow Family is willing to carry out the order."

"With your word, I am at ease."

Wayne patted his bottom, and Mona stepped forward, opening the suitcase and shaking the succubus’s parts onto the ground.

"What is this..."

Adelaide’s pupils shrank, and he squinted eyes, disguising his shock: "Sir Wayne, what creature’s wings are these, bats? Why are they so large?"

"Bats represent Pride, not Lust, among The Seven Demon Kings. Mr. Adelaide, this is your daughter Marianne, transformed into a succubus with your permission by the traitor Aub. You should recognize her for sure," Wayne spoke with a touch of pity for the succubus.

He didn’t mind, but it was about the Holy Light he represented. The Reincarnated Angel had failed to guide the succubus towards good on the front lines, and if word got out to Hell, the devils would certainly mock the sanctimonious posturing.