Not only that, but the gold crucifix pattern drawn on the uniform was also more impressive than before, overflowing with Holy Light, the power enhancement was visibly strong, taking her faith in the Holy Light to an even higher level.
"Boss, this equipment is incredibly powerful!"
Mona was overjoyed, even in her normal state, she had been amplified to an incredible degree, and if she could use the Stigmata to borrow her master’s Golden Rule, the double amplification would further magnify her strength.
With this power, she wouldn’t have to fear being left behind by her master and could always stay by his side to serve him.
"Naive, you have no idea how powerful it really is, it’s far beyond your imagination, so strong that..."
Strong enough to deceive me nine times in one night!
Wayne crossed his hands and propped his chin, his half-closed eyes twinkling with an ambiguous light: "Mona, my thoughts can control the battle suit on your body."
Mona said in surprise, "Is it a means to restrain servants, to protect you, the master, from harm?"
If that were the case, Mona thought it was a superfluous design; the Golden Rule contract was the best restraint, as she would not and could not go against Wayne’s orders.
"No, it’s more terrifying... hard to explain, you’ll understand once I try it."
Wayne did not waste more words, somewhat eager, he directly shaped the battle suit through his thoughts.
A flash of white light, and the white uniform disappeared, replaced by a white bikini.
Mona was stunned on the spot, her face growing redder by the second, as she crouched down with her hands protectively covering her chest, babbling incoherently.
Roughly, she meant that the equipment was broken.
Don’t be silly, it wouldn’t break even if you were carrying it!
"Stand up, this equipment is a bit peculiar, to ensure your safety, I must take a closer look, I’m talking to you, take your hands away, don’t block my research."
"There’s nothing to ’but’ about; this is serious research, part of science, stop fantasizing."
Mona didn’t believe it, the research might be serious, but the clothes on her body were anything but, with so little fabric, what was the difference from being naked?
In the moment of feeling both ashamed and annoyed, countless wild thoughts flashed through her mind, one voice growing louder and louder.
She was a servant of the Angel, and she should fulfill whatever the Angel liked to the best of her ability.
Moreover, she had always harbored impure thoughts towards her master, seeking physical contact at every opportunity, and creating opportunities when there were none.
Her modesty made her cautious, previously having thoughts without daring to act, but now with an excuse, why not go for it?
This voice was so loud, each word piercing Mona’s heart, as she fought back her embarrassment and slowly unclenched her hands.
A flash of white light, returning to the original white battle suit, and then Mona changed into a bunny girl swimsuit, complete with two white bunny ears.
Such a powerful Magic Tool, becoming whatever I think of.
However, why are they all white, a final defiance from the Holy See?
And the gold crucifix pattern, no matter how it changes, it always remains; is there a deeper meaning?
White with gold crucifix...
Can’t deny, it’s quite dazzling.
Wayne raised an eyebrow, seeing the essence through the surface, it was confirmed, the Heavenly Father’s Court was no more than a pimp, the Pope wasn’t just giving a gift to Mona, he clearly sent him two gifts.
What benefit does pimping have for the Holy See?
Reincarnated Angels have no genetic lineage, if a murder did happen, the child would still have human lineage, the potential shouldn’t be...
Hard to say, thoughts can change everything, even a child with human blood, conceived by an Angel, has potential that cannot be compared with ordinary people.
Plus, the child of an Angel, carrying a referral to seek partners in Heaven, might be able to use back channels!
After roughly sorting through it, Wayne could somewhat guess the Pope’s intention; the scheme was decent, but weren’t Angels supposed to be distant from carnal desires, could such an arrangement really secure a hostage?
"Why bother thinking so much, what’s it to me, I’m just looking."
Wayne continued to manipulate his thoughts, trying on school uniforms, nurse uniforms, police uniforms, flight attendant uniforms, Victoria’s secrets, investigators, Knight Princesses, and so on, the costume change route growing more and more outrageous.
By the time Mona was almost played out, he too couldn’t help feeling a bit eager to try.
The power of Death surged into him, and in an instant, Wayne’s mind cleared and his thoughts returned Mona’s attire to its original form.
"That’s enough for tonight, I’m satisfied."
Mona looked puzzled; was that it, had it even started?
"We’ll continue tomorrow night, this equipment is fantastic, it has stimulated so much creative inspiration."
Wayne rubbed his hands together; with this equipment, his inspiration would never run dry, and he was sure to design a new hit.
Time to make money again!