Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Wayne didn't hide, or rather, he couldn't hide it. Theresa easily spotted the familiar figure sitting by the bed. Her anxious expression faltered slightly, and she blinked in confusion.

"what happens?"

“There was a slight mishap, Theresa, and I think I can explain it.”

Wayne turned around with difficulty, only to find the upper body of a certain angel pinned to his head, his face full of helplessness.

"But I would like to trouble you to help me drag her down."

Hearing Wayne's request to pull her away, Miss Michael's already remorseful expression turned even more dejected. Her arms, wrapped around Wayne's neck, tightened unconsciously, as if she wanted to press her entire weight onto him, and she whimpered:

“I know Lateran has done many wrong things to you, but please believe me, I really have no ill intentions towards you, and I want to help you!”

You can help me, but can we do it another way, Miss Saint? If you keep hugging me like this, it's not helping me anymore, it's trying to murder me!

Wayne watched Theresa's face darken, his lips twitching as he thought to himself.

"Theresia, let me explain, I can explain!"

At this moment, Urbino, who had been pushed down by Theresa, finally got up from the ground in a disheveled state. While tidying up his messy bright red priest's robe, he pulled out his communicator with a vengeance, wanting to call the Lungmen Guard Bureau to come and maintain order and drive away this troublesome Sarkaz woman.

"Your Highness Wayne, don't panic. I'll arrange for someone to drag this Sarkaz woman out immediately!"

Theresa felt deceived. She didn't know until she went out with Wayne that she was shocked. In just a few days in Lungmen, this was already the third woman to throw herself at Wayne!

The key point is that these women are all incredibly beautiful, even compared to Theresa, and none of them are considered unattractive. Each one is also unique. There's Jingzhe, a noble investigative official from the Dali Temple of the Yan Kingdom; Chen Sir, the straightforward and dashing niece of the Governor of Longmen; and Mostima, the mysterious and enigmatic fallen angel with a deep past relationship with Wayne. And now, to make matters worse, there's a Sarkaz woman too!

Wayne, are you making a Terra species encyclopedia? Who's next, Durin or Agor?

That's not all. Most importantly, every time, it seems like Wayne is the one who encounters the unexpected. Like this time, Wayne suddenly sent her a message asking for help, saying he was being entangled with the Saintess of Laterano and couldn't get away, needing her assistance. Only then did Theresa rush through the quarantine gate to the coordinates Wayne sent, even ditching Kal'tsit and her group who might arrive at Lungmen at any moment. And the result?

Wayne was indeed "entangled" with the Lateran saintess, and seemed genuinely "unable to break free." He also seemed to have a lot to say. Theresa was certain that if she heard Wayne's explanation, she would definitely think it was just an accident, and Wayne was merely the poor victim!

Once is an accident, twice is an accident, but three times is it still an accident?

Considering Wayne's ability to orchestrate complex events with subtle foreshadowing, Theresa had reason to suspect that Wayne was secretly perfecting his Terra species encyclopedia through this method! And recently, he'd gone astray, starting to enjoy experiencing the thrill of chaotic battles!

It's necessary to let him understand that a battlefield isn't something you can just experience and walk away from unscathed from!

Theresa gave Urbino a cold glance before turning her head away again. She seemed to completely disregard the Lateran Cardinal who was yelling about calling the police.

Urbino was furious, his beard bristling and his eyes wide with anger. He was enraged!

But then, he chuckled inwardly with a sense of relief.

This is Lungmen, and this Sarkaz probably doesn't know that their Laterano and Lungmen governors have a long-standing and close relationship. When the Guard arrives, you'll be in big trouble!

Just as he was about to take out his phone to call the police, Michael, who was inside the house, changed his expression and sternly stopped him:

"Don't call the police, Urbino! Otherwise, I'll report all your secrets to His Majesty!"

Urbino turned his head in surprise to look at the saintess whose current behavior was somewhat indecent.

What's going on? Why is Lord Michael siding with outsiders?

Wasn't she using her beauty to win over Wayne? Urbino had known for a long time that Wayne was a pervert, but he hadn't told Michael, fearing that the Saintess would punish or report him for disrespecting the Church and committing the sin of lust. Unexpectedly, Lady Michael was so understanding, resourceful, brave, and selfless that she had figured it out herself and even tried it out.

But now is clearly not the time to win them over. There's a troublemaking Sarkaz here. Lord Michael, shouldn't you be a little more reserved and protect Laterano's image?

Even if things weren't ideal, you shouldn't have stopped me from calling to get rid of this Sarkaz. Do you perhaps still have some interest in... cough cough?

Stopping his unfounded suspicions about young people's fantasies, Urbino suddenly felt that he was too old and could hardly keep up with the thinking of the younger generation, such as the Saintess and the Prince.

Well, the saintess must have her reasons for doing this. Anyway, it's her superior's order, and she has leverage over me, so I should just obey.

Lady Michael is, after all, a master of Originium Arts of the Spiritual Realm, a saintess capable of manipulating hearts and minds. Wayne won't get away with it. She wouldn't harm herself, would she? Urbino suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard of a kind of game among young people, where "promises" are made to acquaintances or even lovers, with the aim of completely corrupting the person and turning them into a helpless little dog who can do nothing but obediently follow orders.

So that's what Lord Michael was planning, which is why he brought that Sarkaz woman here?

Urbino's impression of young people as really good at having fun had subtly shifted slightly towards the idea that young people were really vicious.

Since that's the case, I'd better not bother them.

Urbino, eyes downcast and seemingly oblivious to his own thoughts, left the room and closed the door. He heard two women's voices clashing just moments after the door closed:

"Mr. Bruce! You woman, get off her!"

"No!"

My resolve to change has only strengthened.

In some ways, he was right.

They just guessed the wrong role.

Chapter 106 Shocking! The Demon King actually did this...

As Urbino slowly closed the door, Theresa pulled out a chair and sat down. Wayne realized that this matter might not be so easily resolved today.

I wish I hadn't played it that way back then.

But you can't blame him. Wayne had no idea why this Lateran saintess had suddenly approached him, let alone why she'd suddenly unleashed a mental Originium Arts attack on him. If he could, he'd like to ask, "Are all Lateran people this brave?"

What gave you the illusion that you could blow up the sun with a hand grenade? Wayne wondered if he had intended to conceal his mental strength from the start. Logically speaking, Michael should have noticed that his mental strength was abnormal, yet she still stubbornly persisted. It could only be described as too brave. Wayne couldn't understand it, but he was deeply shocked.

After considering it for a while, Wayne figured that since the blame wasn't on him, he might as well tell the truth:

“Theresia, this… Sarkaz is from Lateran, the saint who gave Wei Yanwu the silver pendant.”

Theresa nodded silently, seemingly without any surprise. Wayne, who was waiting for her to speak, awkwardly scratched his head and could only continue:

"She asked me to come here, but I don't know why."

The backlash from Originium Arts isn't direct control. As an "ordinary person in Michael's eyes," Wayne naturally couldn't openly say something like "She used mental magic on me," which would be obvious and give him away. Otherwise, given Michael's level of vigilance, he might discover that he was suffering from the backlash and that his mind was a little off.

Wayne wasn't sure how powerful Michael's spell was, or what effect it would have if she consciously resisted it, so he decided to play dumb and avoid the topic of magic, planning to explain it to Theresa when he got home that night.

As expected, Michael's expression remained unchanged and she showed no suspicion even though Wayne didn't mention spells. She nodded, acknowledging Wayne's explanation. After listening to Wayne, she warily sized up the Sarkaz before her and said:

"I summoned Prince Wayne here to inquire about the Holy Church and discuss whether Lateran and the Holy Church could reach a reconciliation and continue their cooperation. However, there's no point in telling you all this. Who are you?"

It's true that Laterano facilitated Theresa and Wayne's meeting, but Laterano's cooperation with the Sarkaz of Kazdel was a taboo within the Papacy. While such clandestine dealings were acceptable, bringing it into the open would inevitably draw criticism, even from His Holiness the Pope. Therefore, only the Pope and Theresa knew about this affair; even the bishop who proposed it was unaware whether the Pope had truly adopted his suggestion.

Michael was naturally unaware of this as well. In her eyes, the pink-haired Sarkaz in front of her was just a suspicious woman who had suddenly barged into the negotiation. If it weren't for the fact that Prince Wayne seemed to know her, Michael would already be ready to teach her a lesson on what it meant to be "not rude" and "quiet."

Psychic Originium Arts are really useful; even Wayne fell for her tricks, didn't he?

On this land, apart from the Demon King, Michael fears no one, not even His Majesty. If it weren't for the fact that the Triple Crown and the Pope's Staff both have the effect of countering mental Originium Arts, she would not have backed down.

Theresa stepped forward, lowered her head, and looked directly into Michael's eyes. The question, "Who are you?" had truly hit a nerve. Theresa said firmly:

"I am the Demon King, do you recognize me?"

"You are the Demon King?" Michael chuckled, his face full of disbelief. "If you are the Demon King, then I am the Pope."

A random Sarkaz person comes along and claims to be the Demon King? The Demon King is the leader of the demon race; she should be in Kazdel right now, busy battling wits with her disorganized royal court. Where is this place? This is Lungmen! The northeastern region of Terra, a hundred and eight thousand miles away from Kazdel. What is the Demon King doing here?

Michael dared to call herself Pope because she was indeed a candidate for Pope. When the current Pope was inspired by God, she would be the next one to wear the triple crown, grasp the papal scepter, sit in the papal palace, and rule the Catholic Church. But what about Theresa?

Lying is wrong.

The pale golden cross reappeared in Michael's eyes, reflecting Theresa's image.

Caught off guard by the sudden magical attack, Theresa paused for a moment, her eyes momentarily blank with confusion, before clearing again. She frowned and countered:

"I will return the same words to you verbatim!"

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Michael's face, but the next second she immediately denied what she had just said:

"I am not the Pope..."

As soon as she spoke, she covered her mouth and looked at Theresa in horror.

Theresa's lips curled into a radiant, victorious smile as she proudly declared:

"But I am the Demon King himself."

"You!" Michael gritted his teeth in disbelief, jumped off Wayne, grabbed Wayne's hand, and ran towards the window, elbows in front of him, as if trying to pull Wayne out the window to escape.

But in the split second before her elbow struck the windowpane, an irresistible voice reached her ears.

"【Don't rush, Miss Michael, sit down quietly, the negotiations aren't over yet】."

Michael recognized Wayne's voice. She was about to retort—the Demon King had come knocking, what was the point of talking about judgment? Running away and saving her life was the most important thing. But then she suddenly realized that her body had stopped its thud towards the window. She straightened her slightly disheveled robe, walked back to her seat, sat down gracefully, and looked in Wayne's direction.

"Ah...ah..."

Looking into Wayne's pupils, which glowed with golden light, she was speechless with surprise.

However, as if to tell her that the word "shock" has no limits, under Michael's gaze, the [Demon King], like a nimble pink fairy, silently and lightly came to Wayne's side, wrapped his arms around her neck, and pressed his upper body against Wayne's head, just as he had done before.

"Is this what you wanted to explain? You've encountered an interesting psychic Originium mage?"

Theresa looked at Michael in a provocative tone and said,

"I don't believe this poses any danger to you."

"I was just worried that if I didn't call you, you would pose a danger to me." Wayne shrugged helplessly.

In terms of size, Theresa is larger, and her mind is bearing pressure that is beyond her years today.

Theresa asked with a somewhat ruthless expression, "Do you think I'm better at bullying you than she is?"

"No, it's when she bullies me that I fight back," Wayne replied, his survival instincts kicking in as he pressed down on Theresa's hands that were tightly gripping his neck.

"But I definitely won't fight back when you bully me,"

Theresa released her grip with satisfaction.

Michael stared blankly at all of this.

What did she see? The Demon King, flirting with an ally of Laterano?

But isn't Wayne loyal to Laterano? He just told the truth...

"Ooh!"

Michael let out a painful whimper and knelt down on the ground.

The mark of the spell clashed violently with the reality before her, and she suddenly felt a sharp pain that felt like her soul was being torn in two.

Chapter 107 Mind Imprint

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