Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Earl Hall sat in a high-backed chair in his study, looking at his daughter across from him with a complex expression:

"Audrey, do you know that the 'Aleister Mathers' you like is an extraordinary being?"

If he had known this beforehand, he would never have entered that reception room.

No, he won't even go to see Aleister.

Even when he wanted to see Aleister, he would bring his guards and private bodyguards, instead of being caught off guard and having his life in the hands of someone within three inches of him, as before.

At this moment, Audrey sat at her desk, her hands folded in front of her, instinctively adopting a perfectly ladylike posture.

Hearing Earl Hall's words, she froze, her mind going blank.

what?

What does "My Favorite Aleister" mean?

She blinked, her bright green eyes filled with confusion.

How come I didn't know about this?

Hmm, wait a minute!

Audrey's clever little brain began to work at lightning speed.

The father's tone was more of a warning or a confidant than a question.

And then there's "My Favorite Aleister"...

He was unaware of my deal with Mr. Aleister, so he interpreted my private request to the tax accountant lady to help Mr. Aleister as my affection for him.

Mr. Aleister revealed his identity as an extraordinary being to his father, but did not betray her.

That's true, he's so good-looking, he doesn't look like a bad person.

Otherwise, my father, who had just returned from meeting with Mr. Aleister, certainly wouldn't have said that I liked Mr. Aleister.

So, Dad was very satisfied with Mr. Aleister; was he referring to this aspect of his satisfaction?

Mr. Aleister's divination is so accurate; if applied to the investment field, it would certainly make my father very satisfied with this son-in-law.

With just a few words, everything was quickly clarified. A complex mix of emotions welled up in Audrey's heart: three parts relief, three parts gratitude, three parts embarrassment and annoyance, and a touch of subtle camaraderie with Mr. Aleister.

Her father misunderstands that she likes Mr. Aleister, and he knows that she wants to and is trying to become an extraordinary person.

If Audrey had to choose between the two options, she would prefer the former.

Everyone has little secrets they don't want others to know—even their parents.

Anyway, Audrey isn't the only lady or woman interested in Mr. Aleister, so it's not something shameful.

Audrey looked up and met Earl Hall's gaze.

The confusion hadn't completely faded from those emerald eyes, but a perfectly timed hint of surprise had already appeared:

"Mr. Aleister is an extraordinary being?!"

Thanks to those ladies who love to show off.

Through their training, Audrey was able to perfectly utilize her acting skills when she needed them most.

"..."

Looking at his daughter's surprised face, Earl Hall didn't think at all that his lovely little princess would lie to him.

This is the daughter he watched grow up.

She is well-behaved, sensible, and considerate. She never speaks rashly or rudely. She will bring him hot tea when he is tired and tell him appropriate jokes to cheer his wife up when she is in a bad mood.

How could his daughter, who is so well-behaved, sensible, and considerate, possibly lie to him?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

only……

So, that's really the only reason he ended up in his current predicament?

Earl Hall took a deep breath and said earnestly:

"Audrey, I don't want you to have any further contact with him."

Audrey's eyes were filled with confusion and grievance:

"Why? Dad, aren't you very satisfied with Mr. Aleister?"

This was the first time her father had interfered in her interpersonal relationships.

No child wants their parents to dictate even what kind of friends they make.

Faced with Audrey's doubts, Earl Hall felt like he was about to vomit blood, unable to express his bitterness.

Who told you that I'm very satisfied with him?

But what bothered him most was that, because of the contract, he couldn't even refute that statement.

Even if he wanted to explain all of this, he was powerless to do so.

Earl Hall had no choice but to put on a stern face and command:

"There's no reason! Listen to me, Audrey, I'm doing this for your own good. You'll understand later."

Audrey opened her mouth, as if to say something, but in the end said nothing, only lowering her eyes:

"..."

Looking at his daughter's gloomy face, Earl Hall felt a pang of pity.

But he couldn't be soft-hearted.

Because he knew how terrible that person was.

Aleister Mathers is a dangerous man who will disrupt the order of Backlund.

If Audrey continues to associate with that man, his daughter may face an even worse fate than he has today.

The air in the study suddenly became quiet.

The father and daughter were each lost in their own thoughts, and neither of them spoke.

Just then, hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the study door.

Immediately following was the sound of a male servant breathing heavily:

"Sir! Bishop Électra urgently needs to speak with you!"

Earl Hall's eyelids twitched; he had a bad feeling.

Before he could reply, the door had already been opened.

To be precise, it was knocked open.

Bishop Elektra practically stumbled in, as anxious as someone whose house was on fire and caught in a massive traffic jam, finally managing to break through the siege and reach their doorstep only to find the fire truck hadn't arrived yet.

Count Hall's servants either did not, or dared not, stop him.

The moment he flung the door open, his hand was still on the doorknob, but the force with which he pushed it open was so great that the heavy oak door slammed directly against the wall with a dull thud, startling Audrey, who was feeling sad, aggrieved, and angry.

Bishop Elektra took a breath to catch his breath, completely ignoring the atmosphere in the study, and began to scan the room.

His face was thin and not particularly handsome, but his gaze was like that of a hunting lion, sweeping across the left side of the study, past the bookshelves, past the fireplace, past the curtains, and finally settling on Earl Hall's face.

Then, his eyes lit up, like a drowning man seeing driftwood, like a believer encountering his savior:

"Where are the goddess's chosen ones now?!"

Earl Hall was stunned:

"What goddess's chosen one?"

Bishop Elektra looked at him, her eyes seeming to say, "At a time like this, you're still playing dumb with me."

"Mr. Aleister Mathers!"

As he spoke, his hands unconsciously swayed forward, as if shaking Earl Hall's shoulders from a distance, urging Earl Hall to answer quickly:

"It's Mr. Aleister Mathers! Wasn't it because of him that you came to see me? He's the chosen one of the goddess! Where is he now? Take me to him!"