Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 471 - 210 The Highest Command_3

"Always matchmaking, huh, a teacher matching a student with his daughter, what’s wrong with that?" Wayne buried his head in blissful ignorance.

"That’s not right, you and Veronica are siblings, she shouldn’t do that."

"..."

Senior sister, where did you hear such a rumor...

Oh, you’re from the Moonlight Church, then it’s okay.

Wayne felt that Christy must have misunderstood something and wrestled with whether to explain things clearly. Given their current relationship, keeping silent would undoubtedly benefit him, but it wouldn’t be fair to Christy.

He accepted freebies but not foolish giveaways; what was the difference between that and cheating someone of their body?

He still wanted her heart!

"Actually..."

"Actually, Veronica was picked up?"

"Ah?!"

Wayne sharply raised his head, "What are you saying, who was picked up?"

"Veronica, although it’s unbelievable, you and Mister Lando are too similar. By comparison, Veronica is just..."

Christy’s voice became softer; Veronica was her best friend and held her in admiration. She didn’t want to talk about Veronica behind her back.

Wayne winced in pain, "Christy, use your clever little brain, is there a possibility that I’m the one who was picked up?"

"Hmm, an illegitimate child could be like that."

"..."

Wayne fell silent.

Christy hugged him tightly, "Don’t worry, I won’t spread rumors about Veronica. She’s a good girl and doesn’t deserve to be talked about, but since you two aren’t related by blood, she’s my rival now. I will use my own strength to make her back down willingly."

You’ve got the strength, but your eyesight is not so good.

Wayne, conscientiously, said, "I am serious, Veronica possesses the Lando Family’s bloodline, one hundred percent. She isn’t picked up. I became the heir because Veronica is not suited to manage the family... There are no engagement plans, and being called ’young master’ is due to the teacher-student relationship, understand?"

Wayne decided to be crystal clear; Christy was kindhearted and gentle. Wayne didn’t want her to give freely without understanding everything.

Similarly, having seized this bit of conscience, he had no intention of letting go.

"I understand."

Christy smiled, nodded, and took Wayne’s hand, interlocking their fingers, "You bad guy, seducing so many girls, you have to promise me, you won’t make Veronica and Vicky sad."

Big sister, do you really understand?

Wayne complained in his heart, and he couldn’t help but voice his complaint, "As you say, I can’t make them sad, just you."

Having said that, he bent down and kissed her.

...

In the living room, at the birthday party.

Veronica tilted her head towards Wayne, "How come it took so long, I’ve sent two people up already, you didn’t secretly do something to senior sister, did you?"

"Hmm, I stole a few kisses while she was drunk," Wayne confessed.

Veronica pouted, thinking how difficult it would be to fool her, "Tell me the truth?"

"Senior sister was feeling unwell, probably drank too much."

"That’s more like it."

"..."

Wayne was deeply impressed. In this restless society where people didn’t believe in the truth but only in what they wanted to see, Ronica and Cris were just like that. He would call it Pride, one of the seven deadly sins.

Moreover, as a scumbag, he actively encouraged and hoped for more such arrogant girls.

"Come here, tonight I’m definitely going to beat you," Ronica declared, picking up her red wine, ready to start the final showdown with Wayne.

The two sat cross-legged on the carpet, with no rock-paper-scissors to cheer them on, turn-based, one bottle each, and whoever sat until the end would win.

Then minutes later.

Wayne, unable to hold his alcohol, lay down dizzy, conveniently collapsing onto Ronica’s legs.

He groaned twice and turned his head to find a more comfortable position.

And then he fell into a deep sleep.

"Don’t play dead, I know you’re not drunk," Ronica said, clearly dissatisfied. Judging by her own Essence of Life, and the fact that Wayne had held his own against her in practice, she was quite sober, and it was impossible for Wayne to be drunk.

"Hey you, if you don’t wake up, I’m going to exercise the King’s authority," Ronica warned for the first time, picking up a charcoal pencil and preparing to draw.

Wayne continued to sleep deeply without responding. After three failed warnings, Ronica swiftly drew a cup on Wayne’s face.

As far as she was concerned, it was a trash can.

"Eh, is he really drunk? Impossible, right?"

Ronica pinched his nose and then pulled on his hair, half-believing, half-doubting as she helped Wayne up and dragged him upstairs.

After bringing him to the bedroom, Ronica stood towering over Wayne, who lay on the bed, and for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to leave immediately.

Thinking of the unfinished seal, she cautiously swallowed: "The senior and Vili both kissed him... I can’t lose to them..."

After giving herself a pep talk, Ronica mustered her courage, leaned down, tremblingly closed her eyelashes, and lightly touched Wayne’s forehead with her lips.

And then...

Wayne: (⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)

Ronica: (⁄⁄⁄﹏⁄⁄⁄)

The young miss’s face turned bright red, and in a mix of shame and anger, she couldn’t stand it. She grabbed the collar of the social trash and flung him out the window.

Boom!

With the sound of shattering glass, Wayne was sent flying into the woods to hug a tree.

The perpetrator, panicked, leaped out the window and ran towards her own villa, covering her face with both hands, too ashamed to face anyone.

Upstairs, Austin stood by the study window, watching this scene, his smirk freezing in place.

"Why has it come to this?"

As a fellow piece of social trash, Austin knew that Wayne would not easily be defeated, but regardless, the outcome shouldn’t have turned out like this.

What happened to women being jealous? Did they really get fooled by the social trash that easily?

Austin’s face showed envy—no, rage. He suspected Wayne of using mental contamination; otherwise, there was no explanation.

"Master, a call from the Magical Department, the highest directive, requesting your immediate presence at the Magical Department Headquarters," Megan entered the study.

"The highest directive..."

Austin looked shocked; only the Minister could issue the highest directive. The last time he received a directive of this level was when the Naturalism Church was hunting down the Dark Knight.

What in the world has happened?