Chapter 440: I've walked on thin ice all my life, can you say whether I'll make it to the other side?_3

Wayne set down Hexuno in his arms and with a swift motion, cornered one of the twins against the wall.

"You—what are you doing?"

Vernar clasped her hands over her chest, utterly startled.

"Deit, what do you think of my character?"

"..."

"Speak up!"

"The High Priest said we're not allowed to curse."

"Tch, you're brutally honest."

Wayne pinched Vernar's cheek and gave it a good tug, earning himself the achievement of bullying the poor synthetic girl before dashing upstairs to the master bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, Philomena lay facedown on a white pillow, half-covered by a sheet. Her golden hair spilled messily over her shoulders and back, which glistened with a painterly radiance.

"Wake up, there's a pervert in the bedroom!" Wayne shook Philomena.

"Oh, shut up! I'm catching up on sleep—don't bother me." Philomena didn't even lift her head, her voice lazily dragging.

"Mina, let me ask you something serious. Do I look like the Saint Heir?"