Alestair Crowley, this man has various flaws and shortcomings, and is vastly different from the description of a 'perfect person.'
However, despite all his shortcomings, there is one thing that is noble enough to earn everyone's respect, and that is his 'love' for his family.
This man appears cold and almost devoid of human emotion, but that is merely a facade for the deep love he harbors within. Alestair is a man willing to give everything for his family, even willing to stand against the world.
The reason he chose to eradicate magic, attempting to bring down the demon gods, is not because he harbors any lofty ambitions or ideals, but simply because the existence of magic caused his eldest daughter to die before she was even born.
Alestair is such a simple and pure man; for a child who never even had the chance to be born, he is determined to rise up against the entire world, seeking revenge against this magical world that denied his daughter the chance to live, striving to break this fate he absolutely cannot accept.
In the instant Roy vanished, he saw the essence of Alestair.
He is a man who lives forever in failure and setbacks. No matter what Alestair attempts to do, no matter how meticulously he plans for decades, he will encounter obstacles along the way, and in the end, he will inevitably fail. Yet, from that failure, he will rise again, continuing his life that is destined to never succeed.
This is a man so pitiable and laughable that it evokes a sense of sadness. When Roy finally recognized his father's true nature, he couldn't help but laugh.
For a man like Alestair, who loves his family so deeply, to have killed his own son, even if it was an accident, will likely become a nightmare he can never forget throughout his life.
This irresponsible father, this is the greatest revenge against him!
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"Brother... Brother? Roy?"
Lola Stuart walked out of the storage room, wiping her delicate hands with a clean, slightly worn towel, calling out her brother's name in confusion. Usually, when she called for him, he would respond immediately, but today Roy strangely remained silent.
Only when she reached the living room and looked at the chair where her brother always sat, did she find it empty.
The puzzled expression on Lola's face slowly faded as she silently walked to the table.
On the table, the book titled "The Book of 777" was burning without fire, slowly turning to ash.
Lola knew that for a magical scripture, this meant that all the knowledge within it had been completely acquired by others, and this magical scripture had lost its purpose.
The "Book of 777" was completely reduced to ashes, with the last part to disappear being the author's signature—Alestair Crowley.
Lola gently touched the chair that still held Roy's warmth, then left the room without looking back.
St. George's Cathedral in London, this is the stronghold of the English Puritans. The Puritans (Protestants) are one of the three major factions of Christianity, with nine hundred million followers worldwide.
Lola had unknowingly changed out of her simple long dress and into a beige robe.
This robe seemed somewhat bulky for a fifteen-year-old girl, as if it were not tailored for her figure. As Lola ascended the steps of St. George's Cathedral, her body underwent a tremendous transformation.
Her once ankle-length, pale golden hair suddenly grew at an astonishing rate, nearly reaching two and a half times her height, while her previously malnourished body transformed from being slightly undernourished to plump. The fifteen-year-old girl seemed to have directly crossed time, growing into an eighteen-year-old with a mature and enchanting figure.
Lola folded her long, enchanting hair back from her ankles to the back of her head, and then folded it back again. Even after folding it twice, her beautiful hair still reached her waist.
A silver hairpin appeared from who knows where, securing her hair in place, while simultaneously concealing the demonic face hidden within her locks.
The interior of St. George's Cathedral was pitch black, eerily quiet.
Lola stepped forward, slowly walking to the cross beneath the cathedral. With her head bowed as if in prayer, she suddenly snapped her left fingers after a long moment.
"Snap!"
The candles in St. George's Cathedral ignited one by one, their flames dispelling the darkness. Unbeknownst to her, several men and women dressed in monk robes were already kneeling behind her, as if on a pilgrimage, saying, "…Most High Archbishop, what is your command?"
"Relay my orders: find that evil, despicable magician and kill him!"
Lola's voice retained a sweet innocence, reminiscent of a naive little girl, exuding charm that made it easy to forget the disparity in their statuses.
She is the Most High Archbishop of the English Puritans, the actual controller of the Puritans, the spiritual leader of nine hundred million people worldwide!
But contrary to Lola's sweet voice, there was a chilling and ruthless tone in her words, "…Kill him, at all costs, kill him!"
The Puritan magicians kneeling on the ground hesitated for a moment. One of them scratched his head and said, "…Most High Archbishop, your command seems a bit beyond our capabilities. That man is being sought by magicians all over the world; if his whereabouts could be so easily discovered, he would have been dead long ago."
“…Relying solely on the strength of our Puritan order, we cannot ascertain his whereabouts. We may need to join forces with the Roman Catholic Church and the Russian Orthodox Church.”
Facing the Most High Archbishop of the Puritans, these subordinate magicians showed no signs of fear. Instead, they spoke to her as if she were a friend, which was the atmosphere Lola desired, the persona she had created for herself.
"Alestair Crowley will come to England; he must come to England because there is a reason he cannot avoid. Mobilize all the forces of the Puritans, and ensure that we find him the moment he sets foot on this land, locate him, and eliminate him!"
Lola spoke confidently, her words filled with conviction.
"Yes, Most High Archbishop!"
The magicians did not question Lola's certainty any further. Although they showed little outward respect for their Most High Archbishop, they held an immense trust in her within their hearts.
The Puritan magicians withdrew, and the candles in St. George's Cathedral extinguished once more. Lola stood in the darkness, looking up at the cross, her expression somewhat complex.
"This was all part of my plan from the beginning; the developments are progressing as I intended, using… to draw out Alestair Crowley, to fulfill that contract. But why do I feel an emptiness inside?"
"…Roy, my brother… my brother…"
The Most High Archbishop of the Puritans murmured softly, covering her heart with her hand.