Today, he is the master of the Lando Family. Even when it cos to brawling, he must look dazzlingly refined, dressed to the nines.
A sharp suit from the upper echelons of the lower class is indispensable.
Mona and Heya’s looks remain unchanged, especially the latter, still donning that loose nun’s outfit, which, at first glance, appears rather conservative.
Sumr is fast approaching, and soon it’ll be ti for beach outings — and beach backsides. Wayne is extrely curious about what Heya would look like in swimwear and has decided to rent out a venue soday to see the truth revealed.
No ulterior motives, just pure curiosity.
Besides, there’s an ancient saying: "From ti immorial, July and August offer blessings, be it bathrobes or swimwear."
July and August are ant to be spent by the seaside.
Philark toyed with Wayne for half an hour, while the bodyguards and secretary quietly stood by. But before they even stepped out the door, a fragrant breeze arrived uninvited.
The High Priest of Moonlight Church, Philona.
Clad in an elegant white gown, her golden hair intricately styled, she was graceful in deanor and stunningly beautiful.
"Oh? What brings you here? Are you joining to Lando Manor?"
"No, I will accompany you to Buckingham Palace."
"You know?"
"Do I look like an idiot?"
Philona glanced at Wayne, noticing his indecent new attire with displeasure. She remarked, "The Tulip Family is attending tonight’s banquet. If I went to Lando Manor, the Lando couple has no inclination to join. There are too many little girls there. I suspect you’re short of a female companion, so I’ll join you for the banquet."
"It’s not all little girls; there’s also one who’s aged gracefully..."
"Shut up, I don’t want to hear it."
Philona hooked her arm around Wayne’s, fiercely glaring at Heya: "Who’s your female companion tonight? Neither of these two is dressed in formal attire, so it’s unlikely to be them."
"I really do need a female companion."
Wayne smiled faintly, leaning down to kiss her crimson lips. After a mont, he murmured, "Last ti you attended a banquet, I wasn’t there to witness your radiant beauty overshadowing the crowd. I hope this ti you’ll grant the privilege."
Philona squinted her eyes like crescent moons, feigning dissatisfaction: "This tastes like lies. You must be deceiving again."
The two got into the car, sitting in the backseat, with Philona leaning on Wayne’s shoulder, making her claim over him in front of the secretary and bodyguards in the front seat.
Mona felt annoyed and pushed out Hexuno. Hexuno was equally displeased, but she had no one to push back, so she ended up brooding with Heya.
"Wayne, who is this nun? Aren’t you going to introduce her?"
"Heya, Reincarnated Angel."
"???"
Philona’s eyes widened. This troublemaker wasn’t satisfied with stirring up The Church; now he was reaching his devilish hands into Heaven?
"Let introduce myself. I’m also a Reincarnated Angel. Know Hexuno? That pure Archangel is ," Wayne declared proudly.
"Liar!"
"..."
Tis have changed — wings are becoming harder to fool.
"I’m not lying. I really am Hexuno, and this Heya here is my subordinate in Heaven."
"Then Heaven must be cursed if Hexuno is supposed to represent purity. What an unfortunate choice." Philona quipped.
One jest brought three jabs.
Wayne, with his thick skin, didn’t mind. Heya glared angrily at Philona, who couldn’t bear hearing the truth and ignored the facts: "Even if the Archangel is steeped in filth, he is still the embodint of the Seven Virtues."
Philona’s lips twitched. Soone offering themselves up for free? Better keep an eye out! Can’t let the always-clever-yet-pretending-to-be-clueless Wayne fall for deceit.
Hexuno, as usual, endured the brunt of the humiliation but hadn’t quite learned to accept it. She cast an angry glare back at Heya before glancing at the rearview mirror at the stunning beauty.
Sure enough, Saint Heir used sweet talk to ensnare these won’s bodies and hearts. But ignoring the facts, weren’t these won sowhat to bla too?
If they’re so easy to deceive, what’s the point!
Hexuno resolved to reclaim her strength as quickly as possible, take Wayne to the Papal State, and return to the Kingdom of Heaven. There, she’d guard the Saint Heir, far away from all the chaotic won.
"Mina, let tell you about tonight’s banquet’s star..."
"My nesis in Heaven — Archangel Uriel!"
...
Buckingham Palace.
Bedford paced back and forth before the banquet hall doors. Amidst the crowd, the Julian Family’s patriarch, Felster, repeatedly craned his neck, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the banquet’s other main character.
Thirty hours. Do you know how he’s spent these entire thirty hours?
He’s practically been driven mad!
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13,500 words — begging for monthly tickets!
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