The kiss ended, and Mona was intoxicated. Biting her lower lip, she looked towards Wayne, with her seductive eyes full of mist.
That night, in the bedroom of Mona’s villa.
Faint Holy Light shimmered, and the sound of wings flapping could be heard...
Mona groggily opened her eyes, still finding last night’s experiences somewhat unbelievable.
At that moment, the door to the room opened, and Wayne walked in with a tray of food, intimately feeding her, his service meticulous and attentive.
It was still the technique practiced on the outside.
"Boss, won’t this be too offensive to you?"
"Keep offending me then, because I also like Mona."
Wayne bent down to deliver a deep kiss and whispered softly, "A while ago, a teacher reminded me, I’ve been too selfish, neglecting your feelings and thinking only of myself. I apologize, and I will definitely amend my ways."
Tears filling the corners of her eyes, Mona embraced Wayne tightly, "My Master, I am your servant in this world. You’ve given me so much; I only ask that you don’t forget me when you return to Heaven."
"Impossible, even for your sake, I won’t go back to Heaven."
Wayne grabbed Mona’s hand, fingers interlocking, as the Golden Rule Holy Words ignited the Golden Stigmata: "This is my promise to you, my word is my bond, and should I break it, let me be cast down to Hell."
This time it wasn’t the technique practiced on the outside, it had been said only to Mona.
Moved deeply, Mona clutched the crucifix pendant at her chest: "Master, there’s a problem with the Pope’s gift; it amplifies my desire for you, making me long to preserve your lineage."
"No wonder you were so proactive last night."
Mona’s face flushed with color, from the perspective of a pure nun, she was far from pure, she was guilty.
"I really like The Pope’s gift, quite satisfied with it. I’ll ask him for a few more when I have the chance. As for your desire..."
Wayne embraced Mona: "It’s possible; whatever you want, I will give you."
As he spoke, the world spun around Wayne, his vision filled with Holy Light and wings.
It was the express train straight to Heaven!
Around noon, train conductor Mona stopped the train, put on Wayne’s favorite silk stockings, and put on glasses to revert to secretary mode.
"Boss, where is the Princess’s document case? I should get to work."
"No need, your task is to accompany me. These matters I will leave to Regina and the others to handle."
Regina, in the library, was a stereotypical workaholic—self-disciplined, meticulous, and passionate about her work, fitting Wayne’s stereotypical image of Prussians.
Mona frowned slightly; she wasn’t very fond of Ottilia, Regina, and besides her disdain for the succubus from Hell, these two self-proclaimed secretaries had taken away her few exclusive titles.
She pushed up her glasses and said, "Boss, after all, they are new here, there are many things they can’t handle well, let me take care of them."
"They have a better advantage when they’re active at night..."
Wayne intended to say something else but seeing Mona’s determination to work overtime, he shrugged and said, "Alright then, you go lead them to complete the tasks. But in doing so, I’ll have no one to accompany me tonight. Can you really bear that?"
Mona, having had her first taste of the forbidden fruit, was restless and truly felt reluctant to leave Wayne’s side upon hearing this.
From the perspective of a nun, this was called falling from grace, but from the perspective of her faith, this was serving—a service even approved by The Pope.
Mona was unashamed; what bad intentions could a nun have? She was just fulfilling the tasks assigned by The Pope.
She leaned in and whispered in Wayne’s ear. Suddenly understanding, he said, "Makes sense, we’ll go to the library tonight. It won’t affect your tasks and won’t stop you from accompanying me either."
Wayne sat bored in the library office, playing cards.
The saying went that if there’s work, the secretary does it; if there’s none, the boss does the secretary. But now, with all the secretaries busy working, he had nothing to do, only the company of the Pale Nest for playing cards.
With just two people playing cards, it was hardly exciting. If only the dark-skinned elf was around, they could have a proper game of Fight the Landlord.
Speaking of the dark-skinned elf, it had been a long time since Wayne last contacted her mind, unaware of Anastasia’s current situation.
Different from Saina, Anastasia’s evolution was only physical, her mind still clean, able to maintain her independent self for a long time.
Unless she couldn’t resist.
Wayne was conflicted about whether to contact her or not. He knew how to let his followers maintain their selves, effectively delaying their desire for faith and preventing Anastasia from falling completely from a pure dark elf into a thorough Dark Elf.
But contacting her could be troublesome, potentially accelerating her fall and tarnishing his own reputation, a loss not worth the gain.
"I’ll wait another two days; if there’s still no news, then I’ll have her come to Lundan to find me."
With the form of the Pale Knight, and the mind-amplifying Pale Nest, even if Anastasia was far on the Icebound Continent, Wayne could contact her at any time.
"Boss, there’s a small situation here; you’d best come take a look."
Mona’s voice echoed in his mind, and Wayne pinpointed the location precisely, leaped through the window to the ground, his body merging with the darkness, speeding forward like the Dark Knight himself merging into the dark and teleporting.
South Dock Warehouse.
Several shadowy figures flickered in and out of the thick fog, under the assistance of the Undead Feral Hound, the entire warehouse was heavily guarded by fog and wraiths.
Wayne himself had reached the Golden Mage Realm, and the Resentful Spirits’ powers had also taken a significant leap forward, further empowered by the constant supply of Magic Power from Wayne, their combat output was terrifying.
If that was the case for the Gold realm, then reaching the Legendary Realm would surely be like ascending to Heaven.
Such a massive family business, indeed, it would be a pity not to rebel!