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

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. Urbino listened for a moment and realized that there had been no sound coming from inside the house for the past three hours. He figured they were all done, so he knocked on the door.

"Your Holiness, Lord Michael? How are they?"

"It's alright, come in."

Michael replied in his usual cool tone. Urbino, unsuspecting, straightened his clothes, forced a fawning smile, and entered, saying:

"Your Highness, Your Highness Wayne, and this one..."

“She is the Demon King.” Michael said in the most calm tone, words that made Urbino’s expression change drastically.

Urbino opened his mouth blankly, looking at Theresa and Wayne, whose faces had suddenly frozen, like a bewildered child. But soon, Michael smiled:

"Just kidding, were you scared, Bishop Urbino?"

Urbino breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly.

"Your Highness really loves to joke; you scared this old man half to death. Hahaha..."

Michael had no time for pleasantries with Urbino. Her face darkened, and she resembled a capricious emperor, coldly warning:

"Then I suggest you do your job properly next time. The place where I was negotiating with His Highness Wayne was actually intruded upon by an unknown Sarkaz woman. Do you think what I said on the aircraft was just a joke to you?"

Urbino's ingratiating expression instantly turned into one of utter despair, and he silently nodded.

It's really unpleasant to have someone hold something against you. Before, it was alright with only Wayne, since they were far apart—one in Victoria and the other in Laterano. Out of sight, out of mind, and you could even profit from it. But now there's Michael, and that's a real problem. Not only is he higher in rank than her and untouchable, but he's also a master of Originium Arts, especially mind-reading. She can't even pull off a scheme, let alone turn the tables on him.

Sigh, the hard times are about to begin.

Seemingly feeling he had given enough of a reprimand, Michael softened his tone slightly and said:

"Things here are all taken care of. Go and wait for Wei Yanwu. I have a few small things to tell you, and I'll be right back."

Urbino raised his head hesitantly:

"But Your Highness... isn't this somewhat improper...?"

"You really want to hear it? If you want to know more, that's fine too," Michael shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

Urbino shuddered. This was a blatant threat. He'd seen far too many people who knew too much. A man who valued his life so much and craved power so much, now that he finally held power and had the chance to advance further, he dared not covet such things again. He quickly bowed his head, gave Wien an apologetic look, and left without looking back.

Wayne was a little confused. He glanced at Theresa, whose expression wasn't much better than his. Judging from her hands folded in front of her, she was probably also a little confused about the current situation.

Michael had only been awake for ten minutes. Since then, she had acted perfectly normally. As if she didn't remember what had just happened, she chatted earnestly with Wayne. Every now and then, she would glance warily at Theresa, seemingly hinting to Wayne to find a way to get rid of this suddenly appearing woman.

How could Wayne possibly drive Theresa away? Putting aside their relationship, in the current situation, Theresa was the only powerful and trustworthy mental master he could rely on. Wayne was counting on her to figure out Michael's current situation. Naturally, he ignored the Saintess's constant hints.

Seeing that Wayne was either feigning ignorance or genuinely didn't understand her meaning, Michael stopped the pointless conversation, sat on the sofa, and began a staring contest with Theresa, holding a teacup. His expression and demeanor were just like an old lady sitting on a stone bench under an old banyan tree, enjoying the cool shade and lost in thought.

Theresa tried several times to approach Michael and use Originium Arts to check on his condition, but Michael warily moved away each time. Her attempts to communicate were also ignored. Only when Wayne volunteered to ask Michael did Theresa offer a slight response, but even that was clearly hostile.

“I have no interest in getting to know her. Sarkaz woman, I advise you to leave Prince Wayne's side; she is Lateran!”

She seems to have even forgotten that Theresa is the Demon King?

Wayne wasn't sure if Michael was faking it or if she was genuinely suffering from post-traumatic amnesia. He also dared not use the Mandate of Heaven on her again. This saintess's mind had just endured pain beyond human capacity, and her current condition was still unknown. What if, after using the Mandate of Heaven, she turned into a mentally challenged child who could only obey orders and blow bubbles like "Aba aba"?

Just now, her demeanor towards Urbino seemed perfectly normal. To be able to subdue Urbino like that, Michael clearly held some leverage over him. He forgot Theresa was the Demon King, but he hadn't forgotten Urbino's weakness? What kind of amnesia is this?

Why did she suddenly send Urbino away and ask to stay behind?

Wayne stared at Michael's charming face. Even though her face was expressionless, the allure of her looks alone was enough to make her an idol and gain a group of die-hard fans.

He tried to glean something from that blank stare, but just as he stared wide-eyed at Michael, unexpectedly, Michael suddenly spoke:

"[Wien, you should listen to God's guidance]."

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Wayne was stunned. Before he could even respond, his mental defenses activated. A vast ocean of mental energy surged through the bridge erected by Michael, unsurprisingly redirecting her spell back once again.

"Holy crap!" Wayne finally realized that this guy probably really had amnesia, otherwise why would he do something so reckless? It was already split in two, was he trying to split it into four pieces?

"Theresia!" He turned around, about to call for Theresia to prepare for another first aid attempt. Suddenly, a startling whimper came from behind him.

"That's it...that feeling...ooh..."

Michael covered her head with both hands, and despite the immense pain she should have been enduring, a smile so beautiful it was almost mesmerizing appeared on her face.

The angelic face and the devilish allure were intertwined, so much so that even Wayne felt an irresistible flutter in his heart at that moment, due to the smile on Michael's face.

"What kind of mental attack is this?" Wayne thought instinctively. A moment later, he realized it wasn't a mental attack; it was a physical attack.

Michael, who had just been embracing his headache and feeling happy on the sofa, suddenly let go of her hands and crashed into Wayne's arms, knocking the unsuspecting Aslan to the ground.

"Yes, more. Please give me more. Don't stop!"

"My God!"

Wayne's expression changed drastically. Although it wasn't much, he did realize that his mental energy was being drained.

Holy crap, that's not how you pet a cat! This isn't petting a cat, you're planning to shave its fur!

What kind of cat lover are you? You're just killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, aren't you? What if you pluck me bald?!

He struggled to pull Michael's hand away, only to find that he seemed no match for the Sakta girl.

Damn it, that despicable immortal race!

Fortunately, Theresa reacted quickly and reached out to press Michael's head down. A white light flashed, and she cast a forced calming spell, putting Michael into a sage mode before pulling her back onto the sofa.

Michael stared blankly at Wayne, then at her own hands, seemingly wondering what had just happened. Then, her gaze sharpened, and she stared into Wayne's eyes again, about to speak: "[You should...]"

The words had barely left his mouth when Wayne, disregarding everything else, raised his hand and said:

"【shut up】!"

Michael was forced to shut his mouth.

Only then did Wayne realize that only half of her eyes were illuminated by the golden cross symbolizing magic. The other half remained unchanged.

To be precise, it's not even the normal state?

"Is her eye swollen?"

Wayne straightened his clothes, which had been disheveled by Michael's sudden attack, and looked at Michael's two eyes, one gold and one red, before asking Theresa, the know-it-all beside him.

Theresa was silent for a moment, as if to confirm something, before asking, "You've unlocked the Heavenly Mandate Imperial Authority?"

Wayne blinked, still a little frightened, but chose to trust Theresa and said, "It's alright now."

Michael's tightly closed mouth finally opened again. This time, she didn't cast a spell on Wayne, but looked at Theresa and gave her a charming smile:

"As expected of the Demon King himself, he saw through it so quickly?"

Theresa looked at her with slight worry, but didn't say anything. Michael stood up nonchalantly, jumped a couple of times, took a couple more steps, and finally unbuttoned the collar of his robe, freeing his fair neck from the constriction and revealing his delicate and alluring collarbone.

Feeling much better, Michael then looked solemnly at Wayne, placed his hands on his chest, and gave a standard Victorian bow. Because his collar was open, Wayne could clearly see something even more alluring.

Unfortunately, Miss Michael was quite flat-chested, the kind that needed to be squeezed out before she could be delivered. Wayne only glanced at her before looking away as if to avoid suspicion.

"Thank you, Your Highness Wayne."

Michael thanked him solemnly.

"Of course, I also want to thank Your Highness the Demon King."

"Who are you?" Theresa finally couldn't help but ask.

Michael's lips curled into a smile. He straightened up, pressed his right hand to his heart, and said sincerely:

“Of course I am Michael, the saint of Lateran.”

Then, she changed the subject:

"Of course, it's the part supported by His Highness Wayne's power."

"Because I just took a puff, I'm in control right now, but I reckon it won't be long before the part supported by you and me takes back control." She said this to Theresa.

"After all, I was just a fragment that split off after being shattered and shaped according to your wishes, only accounting for a small part. However, if the Creator is willing to give me more, I might as well take the initiative." She said this while looking at Wayne with expectant eyes.

“Creator and all that, so cringeworthy…” Wayne grinned, unsure what to say. He needed an explanation, while Michael was still talking to the Riddler.

I, Wayne, hate riddle people the most.

"Then other options aren't out of the question either. Gods, gods, or to be more direct?"

Michael nodded his lips. If Theresa hadn't been there to stop him, Wayne felt she might have even leaned in directly.

"May I teach you to call me father? Or, to be more conventional, Dad?"

Wayne's expression twisted subtly. He admitted he'd misunderstood Michael's words, given his fawning expression, and quickly stopped him to prevent his thoughts from succumbing to the allure of religious and feudal forces.

"You should still call me Creator... oops, call me Wayne."

Michael pouted, looking rather regretful:

"Ok."

After a pause, just as Wayne was starting to relax, she suddenly grinned mischievously again:

"That's what I call you when there are outsiders around, Your Highness Wayne~"

Wayne: "?"

What do you call me when no one's around?

Wayne blushed and said, "Hey, you little devil!"

"Let's get down to business!" Seeing Theresa's face gradually contorting, Wayne quickly interrupted Michael's further provocation.

Chapter 110 I betrayed myself?

Michael's expression was very serious; she seemed unaware that what she had just done was wrong. This made Wayne even more convinced that the child must have some serious mental illness.

However, Michael was unwilling to let Theresa undergo a mental examination, as if it were an extremely unacceptable thing for her. Wayne saw that her resistance was almost beyond subjective psychological factors and had become a survival instinct.

After several unsuccessful attempts to negotiate, and with Wayne refusing to give her any more energy, Michael had no choice but to explain:

"There's something wrong with my brain."

really!

Wayne patted Theresa on the shoulder, looking excitedly like he was a spiritual master himself.

Theresa rolled her eyes at him and immediately snapped at Wayne, "Who do you think knocked something out of her head?"

Michael made no attempt to hide his jealousy, glaring hatefully at Theresa, then giving Wayne a resentful look. He tried to move closer, but Wayne stopped him, so he continued his preface: