Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 623 - 260 Wayne, don’t look back, I’m your senior

Wayne Manor.

The trees outside the window cast dancing shadows, swaying in the breeze.

The wind passed, everything gracefully moved, birds chirped and leaped, blessing the beautiful morning.

The sunlight streamed through the half-opened curtains, scattering patches of dappled light across the bed, like a paintbrush softly drawing a warm picture on the white sheets.

The room’s ambiance was cozily warm, filled with a lazy and serene atmosphere.

Chris opened her eyes, the sheet slowly slid off as she gazed at the sunshine and brushed her platinum blonde hair behind her ear.

The door opened, and Wayne came to the bedside with a tray in hand. Seeing Chris reaching out her arms towards him, he set the tray on the nightstand and bent down to hug her.

Chris nestled in Wayne’s arms, breathing in the scent of her beloved, her eyes narrowing in supreme contentment.

She wished time would stop, to always remain like this.

"It’s time to get up, or the butler will suspect," Wayne said, gently stroking Chris’s back.

Chris hummed lightly, letting Wayne carry her to the bathroom to wash up.

She had no airs of pretension, recalling the intimacy from last night. Although somewhat shy, she felt even happier, wanting to interlace her fingers with her beloved’s even while washing up.

A simple breakfast became a midday feast due to its excessive sweetness.

"Wayne, I want to put my clothes in the wardrobe of this room," she said.

"No way!" Wayne rebutted with a stern face, pulling up his pants and pretending to be a stranger.

The tactic was only mildly effective.

Seeing that Chris was unfazed and not scared, he added, "I will also move the dressing table in. I’ll have the butler arrange it; from now on, this is your room."

Chris smiled sweetly, knowing that the rascal was trying to scare her on purpose.

"Right, I brought you lots of gifts from this trip..."

Wayne brought the prepared gifts into the room, presenting a tight-fitting garment woven from drake scales, eloquently introducing it: "It’s warm in winter and cool in summer, highly stretchable, heat resistant, abrasion resistant, puncture-proof... Not only does it offer decent protection, but you can also transform it into regular clothing with a thought."

Monica also had a similar piece of magical equipment, a gift from the Papal State.

When not in use, it could disguise itself as a crucifix pendant, making it even more practical.

The nun battle suit came with an amplifying buff, enhancing the wearer’s combat abilities in all aspects, and its feature of changing the appearance of the clothes at will far exceeded that of the drake scale combat suit.

While the drake scale combat suit was merely controlled by the thoughts of the user, the nun battle suit was different... ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

One had to admit, The Pope really understood people’s hearts, deservedly being the leader of the largest power on the God-chosen Continent.

Wayne brought many gifts for Chris, playfully using Saina’s resources to make his girlfriend happy.

All products from the legendary mage were of high quality; Chris loved each gift, especially since they were gifts from Wayne, with the added value and significance of love.

"Eh, why aren’t you talking today? Are you still feeling a bit under the weather?"

Wayne sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped his arms around Chris’s fragrant shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "I was wrong, I was too rough last night."

Chris’s face flushed, and she cast a reproachful look at Wayne, "No, you were very skilled, very gentle."

"If you say it’s good, then it’s good."

"..."

This isn’t a compliment, don’t you want to explain something?

Seeing Wayne play dumb, Chris lifted her hand and pinched his soft ribs, giving them a twist neither too lightly nor too firmly, "Why are you so skilled?"

"Veronica trained me."

"Not Vili?"

"Ah, why would it be Vili?"

"..."x2

The two stared at each other, and Chris gestured with her hand, "Actually, you returned to Lundan a few days ago, had the butler hide it from me, secretly met with Vili, and then... got skilled."

Wayne opened his mouth wide, showing a look of remorse, "Damn, why didn’t I think of that? You are the clever one, teacher. Next time, I’ll definitely arrange it like that."

Chris spat lightly, still disbelieving, "Really, it wasn’t Vili?"

"Stop it now, Vili is a good girl; she might seem bold, but she’s actually quite shy."

How do you know?

Chris rolled her eyes and continued, "If it wasn’t Vili, then it must be Miss Mona; you’ve been with her at the Detective Agency these past few days."

Why don’t you say your own High Priest while you’re at it!

Eye-rolling is contagious, and Wayne followed suit with a roll of his own: "It was truly Veronica; she and I were in Austria together day and night, and one thing led to another... that happened."

Chris sighed and, standing from the perspective of a fiancée and a mistress, said, "I won’t delve into the past; the high society circle is too messy, and I can’t control it even if I wanted to. Plus, she gave up the Holy Maiden selection for you, but from today on, you and your ’sister’ can’t continue this nonsense."

Is the ’sibling’ joking not going away?

Wayne inwardly complained and, holding Chris’s shoulders firmly, said earnestly, "Is there a chance, a real chance, that Veronica and I are not siblings... Don’t mention Austin, I know we look alike, but we genuinely have no blood relation."

Chris was skeptical but thought of another possibility, and with surprise, said, "To let you ’siblings’ be together, did Aunty Hefei and Mister Lando kick you out of the house?"

Oh my, your little clever brain has grown quite well; open it up and let me see what it looks like inside.

Wayne was resigned; Chris was infected with the ’sibling virus,’ deeply afflicted, with the poison reaching deep into her marrow, still firmly believing that he and Veronica were siblings.

Half an hour later, after countless efforts and providing factual examples, Wayne finally convinced Chris... Veronica was adopted.

Wayne did his best!

His eloquence couldn’t correct the rumors; to prove that he and Veronica weren’t siblings, he could only trouble Veronica once more.