Chapter 125: Not Everyone Dares to Stick a Key in the Keyhole / Chapter 126: Roy, the Dutiful Son

"...Ever since the Golden Dawn disappeared, with some members dead and others missing, I haven't had anywhere to study magic."

The Great Poet sighed. Even now, even after being resurrected by the Rider-Waite Tarot, he still felt anger and hatred toward Aleister's actions.

"It's a shame that they didn't have convenient devices like mobile phones back then."

"...Otherwise, Mr. Yeats, you could have recorded yourself kicking Aleister in the ass and sending him tumbling down the stairs, then spread it throughout the entire magical world. It would definitely have been sensational headline news."

Roy's expression also showed regret, as though he were not Aleister's son but his enemy.

What was especially striking was the sincerity in Roy's tone. He seemed to genuinely mean it, leaving Yeats, the Nobel Prize-winning Great Poet, momentarily speechless.

"Ha-ha-ha! You're an interesting person, far more interesting than that bastard Aleister."

Yeats fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.

He called over a waiter and ordered three cups of coffee, placing them in front of Roy, Othinus, and Nephthys, who had come with him.

The Norse Demon God wore the same indifferent expression she had shown when Roy first met her, as though nothing interested her.

Nephthys, meanwhile, listened with great interest to the stories Yeats and the others told. She blinked her heterochromatic eyes and listened eagerly.

"I'm sorry. Please take this coffee as an apology. It was indeed my mistake to mistake you for Aleister."

The handsome Great Poet spoke gently and elegantly, an apologetic look on his face.

He was one of the few great poets of the modern era. His poetry was magnificent work capable of transforming the human spiritual world.

Roy accepted Yeats's apology. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, then nodded slightly.

"So, Child of