Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 406 - 189: Heir Ceremony, Spy Identity Exposed

Office.

Wayne held Philomena in his arms as they sat on the High Priest’s chair, snuggled close, as the sweet nothings flowed one after another. He used classic PUA techniques from future generations that left Philomena dizzy and confused.

His version was too advanced; Philomena stood no chance against it.

Wayne knew this path was wrong, but it was too late to turn back now.

If he had wronged Philomena, he was willing to take responsibility until she grew tired of it, woke up, and didn’t want him to anymore.

Philomena rested her head on Wayne’s shoulder, intoxicated by the sweetness of love, wishing time would stand still and they could lean on each other like this forever.

In a daze, she remembered something important.

She whispered a few words in Wayne’s ear.

"Eh, you’re about to become a Legendary Mage?"

Wayne looked at Philomena in surprise. The Golden Mages were trouble enough, and Legendary Mages...

No, there was no turning back, he must continue to play the rogue.

"I learned a lot yesterday when I entered the Gate of Truth."

Philomena’s eyes shone with excitement, the more she looked at Wayne, the more she cherished him: "I shouldn’t have been able to comprehend this knowledge, but because you did something to me, my way of thinking has changed."

"What changes?"

"That’s what I should be asking you, what exactly did you do to me?"

Philomena referred to the time when Wayne had intervened—Capital Grand Hotel, where she had been tainted by the flesh and blood of the Star Beast and was unconscious when Wayne saved her.

She had not felt anything amiss at the time, but after entering the Gate of Truth yesterday, she realized her thought processes had changed.

Not just her thoughts, her body felt different too. She couldn’t find the sensation from that night, nor could she adequately describe it.

If she had to say...

That was when she began to understand everything!

Her condition was very similar to that of the insane Forgotten, and Philomena couldn’t figure it out. She attributed it to her young boyfriend’s path of evolution—the Protogenos Bloodline plus the Ancient God Features, perhaps the reason she was spared from the madness.

Philomena’s description was too vague for Wayne to be sure if he possessed a similar ability, but he inquired about the conditions for becoming a Legendary Mage. Philomena explained them one by one and finally said:

"Whether I can become a Legendary Mage or not hinges on you..."

"Now is not the right time; the Royal Family doesn’t allow Legendary Mages from The Church to exist within Windsor. First, I need to set a trap for them."

"The Church respects the agreement and won’t send Legendary Mages into Windsor, but if a Golden Mage is promoted through her own efforts, the Magic Department can’t go back on their word..."

Philomena explained her plan, not caring that Wayne was part of the Magic Department.

Wayne nodded vigorously, praising her intelligence while sweating bullets for himself. This woman was no naive sweetheart; he’d better prepare for the worst.

Meanwhile, Wayne was very curious about the reason he could help Philomena become a Legendary Mage and readily agreed to do so.

He was eager to see just how far The Book of Greed’s abilities could go!

...

Wayne left the library without taking Kris and went straight to the sewers, summoning Yuliya to the outskirts of Lundan.

The Sealing Book was always kept by Yuliya; only her portal could locate its exact position.

Wayne opened the Sealing Book and let the tentacles scavenge the elemental kin while searching for the location of another Obelisk through his senses.

It was quite dazzling.

Without the suppression of the Magic Department’s seals, the Obelisk that had fallen into the depths of the sea shone brightly, clearly indicating its position.

In the northwest direction of Lundan, the exact sea area was not yet clear; he had to get closer to know for sure.

Wayne pondered for a moment. Windsor was a Federal Island Country, mainly consisting of two large islands facing each other across the sea.

If the Obelisk happened to fall between the two islands, not too far from Lundan, it wouldn’t take the Magic Department much time to fish it out.

He had to retrieve the Obelisk quickly and store it in the Sealing Book, otherwise, he’d be forced to deposit it at the Magic Department again.

Thinking of the Legendary Mages who took their pay but shirked their duties, Wayne felt a headache coming on, comforting himself that the Magic Department was actually quite good.

In any other country, like the one across the sea, with its complex religious powers, where the last King was sent to the Execution Platform, and the Magic Realm was in chaos, the Magic Department established to protect national interests was divided up by several churches.

It could be said that aside from Windsor and the Papal State, other countries on the God-chosen Continent were not at peace.

If he lived in such an environment, Wayne’s life would have been even tougher. Forget about collecting lost treasures; if he wasn’t locked in a basement by Priestesses to be painted over and over again, he would consider himself lucky.

The outside world was indeed chaotic!

Wayne absorbed elemental relatives all afternoon, picked up Kris from the library in the evening, and after dropping her home, he drove straight to the estate to apply night cream to the High Priest.

The process was very sensual.

Philomena was particularly proactive tonight, eager to learn and extraordinarily talented. Learning the same things, from the same teacher, Kris was not as quick a learner as her.

Wayne left the estate, lightheaded. This was no holy Elf, but a bloodsucking fairy; if he wasn’t young, he wouldn’t have made it through the night.

Then he reflected – he might be vigorous, but Philomena was no spring chicken herself. This fierce battle was a clash of equals; he could not afford to be arrogant nor disheartened, or he would be the one defeated.

"Damn it, if it weren’t for protecting Kris, I wouldn’t have been manipulated by her today, nor would I have let her savor the victory!"

Wayne’s hands trembled on the steering wheel, thinking of how he had endured so much. To actually become a diplomat for the Magic Department was exasperating, and he couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth from turning up no matter how hard he tried.