The sacred right side of a certain anime

"Brother, your hand?"

The bright red blood flowed down the mottled wall. The sweet and pure voice behind him made Roy regain consciousness. His stern face showed a gentle smile again, and he quickly turned around and said:"……"Sorry, I scared you, Laura! I was a little upset by the content of the book just now, and when I came to my senses, I became like this."

Roy used his mouth to gesture, indicating the"Book of 777" on the table.

As a brother, he could not pass on his troubles to his sister. He was a person who would perfectly fulfill the responsibilities brought by his identity.

It was an original book of magic with extremely strong toxicity, just like a book recording the"essence of evil gods". Stupid people would be fine after reading the mystical knowledge recorded on the surface, but the smarter people would dig deeper into the thoughts of Aleister in this book, and thus be corroded by the deep and terrible venom.

"Aleister Crowley……"

When Laura Stuart saw the author's name on the book, a trace of haze flashed across her blue eyes as pure as the sea, and even her pure and sweet voice became low."……Brother, you'd better not read this kind of trashy stuff, you'll be poisoned by it."

Since childhood, Laura's tone of voice always carried a deep hatred when she mentioned 'Aleister'. At that time, Roy thought Laura hated Aleister for forgetting them and leaving them alone, but after listening to what Aiwass said, Roy felt that there should be a deeper meaning in Laura's hatred for Aleister.

"Oh, no, brother, your hand is still bleeding……"

The somewhat naive girl seemed to have just reacted at this time. When she saw the blood still flowing slowly on Roy's hand, she hurriedly found a roll of gauze.

World War I had just ended, and it was easy to find military supplies that could be used on the front line in London. Laura found a pair of scissors and carefully cut a piece of gauze, and gently and carefully wrapped it around Roy's right hand.

Roy lowered his head, and his nose was filled with the elegant orchid fragrance of the girl. He looked at Laura's gorgeous and beautiful blonde hair scattered on the ground, her delicate face with a serious expression, and her slender hands were like a faint warm jade. She carefully wrapped the wound on his hand with gauze, but...——

"Laura, I advise you to keep your kindness and never do any work related to nursing."

Roy looked at his swollen hands with a smile and tears. He felt that his aorta was cut off after being entangled by the gauze. It would be strange if the bleeding could be stopped.

If it was on the front line of the battlefield, it is estimated that those soldiers who did not die in the battle with the enemy would be strangled to death by Laura with gauze in the end.

"Hey, hey, hey? Is my technique really that bad? I was obviously taught by someone.……"

Laura's eyes wandered, not daring to look Roy in the face. Her delicate face turned slightly red, and she looked very guilty. She smiled awkwardly, like a goose.

"Who taught you bandaging techniques?"

"It's Sister Ella from the Puritan church not far away."

"I still trust Sister Ella's bandaging skills. She probably wouldn't teach you to bandage like this."

Roy looked at his right hand wrapped in gauze again and said jokingly.

"Is my bandaging technique really that bad? Brother, are you kidding me?"

Laura opened her mouth slightly, with a surprised look on her face.

Roy rolled his eyes. He had to admit that his sister Laura Stuart was really a fool sometimes, so foolish that she didn't understand at all.

"The bread is getting cold. It won't taste good if it gets cold and hard. I'll bring it over."

Perhaps she was embarrassed by Roy's expression. Laura pulled up her long skirt and stood up to get today's dinner. However, because she had been kneeling on the ground for too long, her blood circulation was blocked. When she stood up, she accidentally stepped on her long hair that was almost as tall as her. Her footing became unstable. If Roy hadn't supported her, Laura would have fallen flat on the ground.

Roy felt funny when he saw Laura running into the small kitchen in such a silly and cute way.

This was the sister who had lived with him for more than ten years, a sister who was almost useless except for her incredibly beautiful face. She seemed unable to do any work. Perhaps the only thing she could do was to raise her beautiful and lovely smile to act cute.

Dinner started at the old table in such a warm atmosphere. It was not a malicious mockery to say that Laura was"useless". Laughing, because she really couldn't do many things well, for example, this simple dinner was very ordinary, and the homemade jam was a little too sour, and Roy could only swallow it with difficulty.

But he didn't complain about anything. This was not the 21st century. In London where the war had just ended, it was a very happy thing for two poor children to eat a little jam. More than ten years of hard life had made Roy learn to be simple.

After dinner, Laura went to clean up the house. Although she was very diligent, she was in a mess again. Roy didn't dare let her touch things like plates and bowls. If they were accidentally broken, they would probably have to eat with their hands for a long time.

In the leisure time after dinner, Roy walked to the bookcase and took out a book at random.

As if he remembered something, he asked Laura who was busy:"……Is there any news today?"

Laura, who was wiping the table and accidentally hit her knee and cried out in pain, heard Roy's question. She thought for a moment and said,"……Sister Ella said that the countries at war seemed to be holding a meeting."

Since the brother and sister received a lot of care from the church when they were young, they are considered qualified believers. When they have free time, they always go to the church to do some volunteer work to help others.

"Paris……"

Roy muttered.

At this time, Roy was already thinking about whether to move to North America. The safest place in the first half of the 20th century should be there, as other countries had wars to varying degrees.

However, there were still more than ten years before the war began. Maybe by then he would have become a powerful magician, enough to protect himself and his sister in the war, so Roy was not in a hurry.

He looked at the book in his hand for a while, then closed it, turned to the cover and saw the author of the book - Aleister Crowley.

This book is not a magic book, but a thorough erotic novel.

In Roy's few memories, Aleister Crowley was the ultimate boss standing behind heavy curtains, as if he had the whole world in his hands, but in fact, Aleister Crowley was an extremely sultry uncle, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was"lustful".

Aleister's life was extremely chaotic, with many lovers, and he loved to tell strange jokes and wander among women.

It's just that Aleister has no respect or sanctity for"love". In this room, there are letters that Aleister wrote to Roy's mother. From the words in those letters, we can know that the reason why Aleister has this idea is because he is too handsome.

That's right, Aleister is so handsome that he can easily capture the hearts of women with his appearance. For him, getting women is as simple as eating and drinking. Therefore, he doesn't care about women at all, and he doesn't even know that he has an illegitimate child.

(Note: This is not made up by me. Aleister in the original book is such a person）

"This is a sad, hateful world that values appearance!!"

Roy cried out in grief. Before he traveled through time, it was extremely difficult for him to find a girlfriend. Now he was really jealous.

However, after seeing himself in the mirror, the lemon in Roy's heart quickly turned from sour to sweet. He didn't seem to have to be jealous anymore as he inherited Aleister's excellent genes.

"Even Aleister was limited by the times. These novels are just crap. They are nothing compared to the Chinese novels I have read. Even if I were to write one now, it would be better than his."

Roy shook his head and put the novel back on the bookshelf. Aleister loved to write strange novels, but his writing was really not good. No publisher was willing to make a loss if he wanted to publish it. In the end, Aleister had to invest himself to publish the novel.

After correcting his mood, Roy returned to his workbench. He took a deep breath and took out a book from the bottom of the desk.

This book is a real forbidden book, a book that all magicians who believe in religion fear.

Roy looked at the name on the cover of the book.——

《Law of the Thelema