Myths Reawakened

The Snow family’s estate was located in downtown Fawst, more than three times bigger than the Lando Estate. In addition to a newly constructed main house, there was also a well-equipped old castle and a number of mansions circling the main house like they were guarding it. From above, the layout formed a typical hexagram for magical defenses.

According to what Wayne had learned, the Snow family had transitioned from feudal lord to top capitalists before the revolution that shifted the regime into a constitutional monarchy. They started banks and built factories, devoting themselves to developing ports and establishing maritime trade companies. The family business covered a great variety of industries.

They had legal sources of income to accumulate great wealth, so it stood to reason that their house would be a little bigger.

As Wayne had expected, the day the investigation team arrived, the Snow family threw an outdoor party in the yard, attended by every family member. The investigation team was invited to enjoy the local delicacies and cultural specialties.

The latter referred to redheads. Most maids hired by the Snows were redheads with large curls, but the most notable redhead was still Marion. She nursed a glass of red wine and leered at Wayne, her eyes basically dripping honey.

She was quite attractive, and a honeytrap was effectively set up, but somehow, she didn’t impress Wayne like Filomina or his other first loves had.

If he was to pinpoint the reason, it would be because he had consumed too many good things and thus become a more sophisticated consumer, paying more attention to his mental and psychological satisfaction.

So she was pretty. So what? A noble lady from a remote area couldn’t even serve the High Reverend of the Church of Moonlight as a maid. Someone trying to seduce him would have to be at least a high reverend. She should behave if she didn’t want to be humiliated.

He gave Marion the cold shoulder, humoring her with disingenuous ‘yeah’, ‘haha’, and ‘I’m busy’ while she fawned on him. After trying and failing to seduce him despite her effort, Marion took her leave in frustration, planning to put on the proper battlesuit tonight and launch an all-out assault.

How ungentlemanly of Wayne to question a woman’s charm in public!

Well done! At least you don’t have a death wish! Veronica watched them coldly, mentally filing Marion in the wench category. She was about to mock the scumbag when a blonde head leaned in and started a conversation with him with enthusiasm.

You again! Veronica seethed. Vera seemed to be courting death lately. She would grant her the wish tonight and toss her into the ocean.