Wayne pushed open the door to the young miss’s villa and hummed a tune on his way to the living room. Catching sight of the trio of besties snuggled on the sofa, his heart skipped a beat.
The atmosphere was somewhat weird!
Veronica was grinding her teeth, and Vivi had a face that looked forward to the drama. When she saw Wayne’s confused glance, she immediately turned pale, adopting a look of someone who had been bullied miserably and slumped onto the sofa.
Wayne couldn’t figure it out and turned to look at Christy. His senior sister was always nurturing and would surely tell him the reason for the strange atmosphere.
The wife, normally gentle and kind, let out a sigh today, turned her head away, and showed him a cold profile reserved for social trash.
This icy face only appeared when Christy was extremely upset.
Wayne raised an eyebrow and turned to leave, "Well, it seems like I’ve come at a bad time. You sisters have your chat, and I won’t disturb you."
"No, you’ve come at exactly the right time!"
Veronica flashed behind Wayne, grabbed his collar, and pushed him in front of the sofa, "Spill it, have you and senior sister already... already..."
There was nothing more to say, they’d clearly done it all!
Veronica couldn’t be bothered to listen to Wayne’s excuses, fearing for herself and even more for Christy’s belief in his lies. She dragged him to the window; her arm sprouted fine white scales and struck at the detested face.
With the sound of shattering glass, the human cannon soared into the sky, heading straight for the grove.
Vivi stood up to follow, but Veronica pressed her down viciously, "No one’s leaving today, everyone stays to spend the night with me."
Christy felt bothered. She thought, let it be. She was soft-hearted and would surely forgive Wayne. Rather than letting Wayne talk his way out, it was better to let Veronica decide.
Despite this, Christy didn’t know how to face Veronica. Having shared the same man with her, their relationship had changed.
The room fell silent once more.
Vivi stood by the window for a while. Seeing that no one spoke up, she raised her hand, "Let’s play cards!"
Austin peered out of the study window, baffled as to why someone would suddenly fly out and so far away.
That’s exactly how it should be!
"It seems I’ve been exposed..."
In the grove, Wayne stood up rubbing his face, talking to himself, "Didn’t expect karma to come this quickly. It proves the saying, ’If you don’t want anyone to know, don’t do it at all’...ow, that punch really hurts, it’s not a reward."
He looked back at the young miss’s villa, hesitating whether to go back and take a few more hits.
After some thought, he decided against it; today was not the day, and he wouldn’t get a chance to talk his way out if he went back.
Before he had left the grove, Wayne spotted the leisurely strolling black cat Monica. With her tail held high and small steps, she patrolled her super cat litter box as if preparing for a prelude to a dump.
Wayne flashed in front of Monica and lifted her high up with his hands, "Monica, up you go!"
The black cat jumped in fright, flailing and trying to escape.
Wayne, with his thick skin, treated Monica’s squirms as a form of endearment. He hugged the black cat tightly and gave her a good stroking.
He enjoyed it, and so did Monica. Although she resisted, she quickly succumbed to his superior skills and purred delightfully.
Wayne squinted his eyes and pressed down on Monica’s head, unleashing the soul-sucking move.
"Good kitty, the Naturalist Knight has run into a problem in the Icebound Continent, and the Sun Knight is eager to regain all his power. What should the Dark Knight do, continue just watching the show?"
Monica warped under the soul-sucking, looking utterly dazed. It seemed like an ordinary black cat that didn’t understand a word Wayne was saying.
After a bit more stroking, Wayne placed Monica on the grass and let her go free.
Monica didn’t dash off immediately but rubbed against Wayne’s feet with her tail erect before continuing her patrol.
At High Priest Manor, in the living room.
Philomena lay on the sofa, dressed in a silk robe, her two fair legs resting on Wayne’s body.
"You scoundrel, why do you have to go just after getting home? What does the business of the Sun Church have to do with a Naturalist Knight like you?"
Philomena complained, "Don’t mention the Life Alliance, only kids believe in that stuff. You never care about the Moonlight Church’s matters. My office is finished, and did you ever visit? You have no place for me in your heart!"
Philomena vented a lot, and Wayne dared not argue back. Treating her legs like a precious treasure, he applied cucumber slices to hydrate and nourish them.
Given Philomena’s magical prowess, eternal youth was hers without external aids. The water drawn from a breath and the Wind Element were far more effective than wasting time on beauty routines.
But she liked it, and Wayne also loved how she diligently cared for herself.
Once the hydration step was over and the cucumbers were eaten, Philomena shot Wayne a glare, then opened her arms, signaling her little boyfriend to carry her back to the room.
"That’s not a good idea; I have to leave the day after tomorrow so I need to keep up my strength," Wayne said, clutching his back with a troubled face.
Philomena stood up, hopped onto Wayne’s back, and clung to him like an octopus.
She framed it as though she was insatiable, when in truth, Wayne was the insistent one every time. Even if he wore his body out, it was Wayne who had brought it upon himself.
Wayne, with no choice, lifted her after mentioning his well-being twice, and carried the beauty upstairs.
The next day, Wayne left the High Priest Manor under the guise of resting, drove straight to the Detective Agency and the library, caught up on his journals, and informed them of his upcoming mission, instructing Mona and Ottilia to mind the house.