It is rather embarrassing to admit; among these four individuals, with a mere beckoning gesture from him, three would immediately approach proactively, and the last one, Sukra, although not taking the initiative, would certainly not run away.
"Boss, tone it down a bit; your grin is almost reaching your ears," Hexuno telepathically transmitted, urging Wayne to maintain the demeanor befitting a Superior.
"Since when did you start caring about such things?"
Wayne asked curiously, and then a light bulb went off: "You've accepted me, so you've thrown all your purity away, and now you're trying to dress me up to look worthy of you, right?"
Hexuno looked displeased; this wasn't about whether one was worthy or not, but rather...
Suppose, just suppose, if Wayne were the prophesied Saint Heir, the one who would be unworthy would be her.
Of course, Wayne was also unworthy of Heaven, and she still refused such a terrible Saint Heir.
