Midnight Prince: Empire of Sin - Chapter 496: SO IS THIS INCEST?

?496 CH 482: SO IS THIS INCEST?

Adam, with Natasha’s hand in his, entered the restaurant without any hesitation. Pushing the door, he was able to see that the restaurant was indeed even more filled than he would have expected from the way the place actually was.

‘This is interesting.’

In a way, this was actually his second time entering a restaurant with so many hunters gathered. The first time he did so was when he was walking around with Medusa and she was about to share the Gold mission with him.

‘In a way, this is like fate.’

After all, tomorrow he was finally about to go on the mission that had been awaited for so long.

The moment the two of them entered, all eyes fell on them. This was normal, after all not every hunter could enter the main restaurant of this cook. It demanded a certain level of strength of connection that was not available for mediocre people.

‘Those clothes.’

‘Is it the Magician?’

‘The Red Magician, you mean.’

‘No way!’

People started murmuring as they recognized the uniform Adam was wearing. After all, he had already been a topic of interest when a Gold rank hunter appeared out of nowhere for no apparent reason.

People had been curious and hesitant. The only reason they did not cry at fraud was that the association never did such a thing and even if it was a fraud, if someone was ranked high enough that they could force the Association to cover them then this wasn’t the kind of person they wanted to mess around with.

All those doubts vanished when the achievements of the man were documented recently.

Participating firstly, in the Asmodeus fiasco, then getting a ticket to the mission in France thanks to the baking of Piaget Freud. Finally — Stopping the new calamity event.

This was a Palmares that was enough to make even a veteran hunter blush in shame. After all, the vast majority of hunters alive today never met a Calamity event. Those who did were, 8/10 dead. 1/10 crazy and finally only a small percentage succeeded while keeping their sanity and their body function.

Meanwhile, the young man in front of them did not seem to have even the slightest wound or cicatrices.

This could only mean two things.

Either the man was a liar who relied on others to fight his battle and thus never got wounded or the man was so overwhelmingly strong that he received no wound.

“Hah! My guest of honor is here.”

Ahmadou’s words as he walked out of his kitchen caused no small uproar. After all, this had only happened when people at the level of Executor or director came to visit him.

Adam smiled softly as he exchanged a manly handshake with the old man, Ahmadou Traore.

Thankfully, the cake was already ready.

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A few minutes later, as the two simply ignored the gaze while enjoying each other’s presence, Adam quietly sang happy birthday to Natasha and they began cutting the cake Ahamdou sent.

It was a vanilla cake with some chocolate at the border and her name written with small golden candies.

It was beautiful and it was even more delicious.

The first time she took a bite, she could literally hear Hugr moaning and rolling in her mind as if she was reaching nirvana.

Clearly, there was nothing better.

“So Natasha…I think we need to talk.”

This time, Adam did put a barrier. He also made sure to add a layer of illusion so that no one could see their lips moving.

“Are we already having the talk a few days after starting a relationship?”

“Do not worry. This is not this kind of talk. It’s something different.”

He sighed and asked, “How much did you know, now?”

“Are you talking about the last identity you promised to share one day with me?”

Adam nodded and waited for Natasha. He did not need to push her. He already knew that she should have a faint recollection of everything that happened.

Hiding things anymore was useless.

“Then…I guess I know everything.”

Adam was a little tense. This time he didn’t have a dream world to soften the blow. He wondered what Natasha would say.

“I only have one question.”

“Go on.”

“So technically….You are my uncle, right? Or ancestor uncle? So is our relationship, incest?”

Natasha smiled mischievously as she asked.

“Well…”

This was not what he expected.