"Perhaps, Archangel Hexuno is right..."
Austin closed his eyes: "Without looking at you personally, just looking at what you've done to Hell, the rumors of you being the Saint Heir don't seem so farfetched."
"What a subtle compliment. If someone didn't know better, they'd think you're insulting me!"
Wayne shook his head helplessly: "If I were the Saint Heir, it would be great. I'd know what I should and shouldn't do. The Saint Heir... I don't even know what he looks like, what his personality and temper are like. If he's like me, the God-chosen Continent would be in trouble."
The two chatted for a while, then Austin went to work overtime at the Magic Department Headquarters, while Wayne went to the villa of the young lady to catch up on sleep.
Saying he was catching up on sleep, but actually still playing cards.
