Anastasia’s presence certainly brightened up the room, but in terms of looks, she and Philomena were on the same level, the twin effect doubling their allure, putting them on the same echelon as Chris, Dreyne...
Because he had a mouth, Wayne placed him last.
As several rounds of the card game progressed, the High Priest’s house table reached up to the ceiling. Dreyne discarded his hand, uttering something utterly uninteresting and glanced outside at the sky, asking Wayne about Lundan’s local delicacies.
"There are two types of purebred delicacies, potatoes and French cuisine."
"Then French cuisine it is."
Dreyne, beaming, looked toward Wayne, "I heard you’re no longer a prince, but it doesn’t make much difference from being one. Can you arrange for me to dine at Buckingham Palace tonight?"
Normally, that would be impossible, Austin would go mad, but considering Dreyne’s identity as a Moonlight Knight, no matter the change of rulers, she had the right to visit Buckingham Palace.
"No problem, just say the word, and I’ll make it happen."
Wayne said it wasn’t a big issue and casually invited the remaining three beauties, who, unsurprisingly, all turned him down.
Anastasia saw Wayne’s calf cramps and just wanted to get away as quickly as possible. Philomena and Chris looked gloomy—the allure of fine dining failed to interest them.
After Anastasia left first and Wayne and Dreyne headed to Buckingham Palace, the mentor and student sat opposite each other on the living room sofa, staring blankly, the air filled with dead silence.
"Chris, how could you with your teacher’s boyfriend..."
"It’s not about who came first, but..."
"Indeed, it isn’t about who came first, but that he came and never left."
"Don’t blame yourself, he’s just too good at deceiving women."
How are you so skilled?
Philomena was utterly shocked whenever she tried to make a point, only for Chris to smoothly deflect it, realizing she had been outdone by her own student.
"Teacher, do you think I’m very skilled?"
Chris spoke eerily, causing Philomena to shudder.
You knew that, don’t tell me you have mind-reading abilities?
"Teacher, I don’t have mind-reading abilities; it’s just that you’ve experienced too little in romance. When you’re as mature as I am, you’ll be able to predict such things too," Chris advised as someone who had been through it all.
"Uh, that’s probably hard, I don’t plan on experiencing too many men, one is enough." Philomena subconsciously put herself in the student’s role, humbly accepting guidance from her senior teacher.
"You’re still too young. Who told you that experiencing just one man means there won’t be complex emotional entanglements?" Chris picked up her tea, gently blowing on the steaming mug.
Ah, Chris, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.
Philomena looked confused, feeling she may indeed be getting old, unable to keep up with the pace of the younger generation.
"Teacher, let’s make a bet."
Upon hearing about making a bet, Philomena instantly became wary, recalling that betting with Wayne had cost her the throne of the queen and princess. Losing again, she feared she might just end up in a maid’s outfit.
"Teacher, what do you think about that Holy Maiden from the Dark Church, Lady Anastasia?"
"Just say if she is beautiful or not."
"She’s fairly attractive."
"What do you think her relationship is with Wayne?" Chris asked.
"Chris, you’re overthinking it. She’s the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church. Instead of suspecting her, we should be wary of Lady Dreyne," Philomena waved her hands, insisting on maintaining purity concerning anything to do with the Goddess.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
"So teacher, do you dare to bet with me?"
"Chris, I don’t want to take advantage of you."
Philomena said sternly, "But since you insist on making this bet, I’ll reluctantly agree. What are the terms?"
"Teacher, neither of us would back down willingly. You don’t have to deny it; I’ve seen too many similar cases."
Chris spoke maturely, soulfully, "If I win, henceforth in this household, you’ll follow my lead. Otherwise, if you win, I’ll help you deal with others."
"Wait, the others you mentioned... are you talking about Wayne’s sister, Veronica?"
"Not his sister. Veronica is adopted."
"That’s not right; she’s actually his sister."
"Teacher, where did you hear such unreliable gossip?"
"Impossible, Austin Lando himself said it."
It’s a bit messy; let me straighten things out.x2