Seeing how quickly William mastered the banishment spell, the Ancient One smiled in satisfaction.
To her, it didn't matter whether he wanted to use it—what mattered was that he could.
Because, as the saying goes: When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you.
Anyone who learns this kind of magic develops a sight different from ordinary people.
Sooner or later, William would start noticing demons, devils, and other supernatural beings lurking in the shadows of Earth.
And even if he wanted to ignore them, his conscience wouldn't allow it forever.
Once he saw these creatures preying on humans in the darkness, there would come a day when he had to act.
Moreover, after observing him for over five years, the Ancient One was convinced—William was someone who prioritized humanity above all else.
His attitude toward aliens, werewolves, vampires, and other non-human entities was clear.
He might not care about everyone, but the moment an inhuman faction grew too powerful or posed a threat to him, their fate was already sealed.
With that in mind, the Ancient One smiled and asked,
"No matter what choices you make in the future, we can at least agree on one thing—maintaining stability in this world, correct?"
William didn't even have to think about it.
"I prefer to keep my life just the way it is, because it's the life I chose. Anyone who threatens that is an enemy."
"Haha, I didn't expect someone in their twenties to be so conservative."
Finishing her tea, the Ancient One stood up and waved her hand, opening a portal in his office.
"If you ever have time, visit Kamar-Taj. You might find our collection of magical knowledge interesting. Farewell, child."
"Farewell, Supreme Sorcerer."
William gave her a slight bow.
As the Ancient One stepped through the portal and disappeared, he slumped onto the sofa and beckoned toward his liquor cabinet.
A bottle of Macallan whiskey floated into the air, automatically uncapping itself and pouring a quarter-glass before sealing again.
The crystal tumbler drifted gently into his hand.
Walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, he sipped his drink while gazing at the thousands of fans outside the stadium.
These were the ones who couldn't get tickets and had to watch from the big screens in the plaza, yet they were still excited about Chelsea's victory and the upcoming concert.
At that moment, William had a sudden realization.
It didn't matter why the Ancient One came to see him.
As long as she wasn't trying to destroy humanity or Earth, he could still do whatever he pleased.
With that comforting thought, he downed his whiskey in one gulp.
As he turned away from the window, his peripheral vision caught something off—
Atop a distant church tower, a stone gargoyle's head moved.
He almost dismissed it as a trick of the light.
But then he remembered—
His mental abilities had grown so strong that he could now lift over 1.2 tons with telekinesis.
There was no way his mind was hallucinating.
Turning back, he focused his gaze on the gargoyle.
This time, he watched for a full five minutes—
And finally confirmed—its head was really moving.
After another ten minutes of observation, he was sure.
The stone figure was scanning the area around the church, moving back and forth in a deliberate manner.
"Sunday, what's the name of that church?"
A moment later, Sunday's voice replied,
"Neumann Church."
William had never heard of it before.
The church wasn't particularly large, but the open space around it was surprisingly wide.
"Why is the gargoyle on that church moving?"
This time, Sunday hesitated for a full ten seconds before responding.
"Sir… what are you talking about?"
"Hm?"
Hearing Sunday's confusion, William quickly realized something.
"Deploy drones and spider-bots. I want a complete analysis of that church."
"Understood, sir. I will report my findings during dinner."
—
Returning to the VIP suite, William found that Lena was no longer there.
Shrugging, he sat down and started thinking about the mummy situation.
He had promised the Ancient One that he'd go to the desert and destroy the mummy princess.
But as he tried to recall the location of the church housing the Dagger of Set, he came up blank.
If he couldn't find it, he might as well wait for the Americans to bring the mummy to him.
After all, any transport from the Sahara to the U.S. would have to cross the Atlantic—which meant passing closer to London.
And if the mummy caused some chaos in the city, it might actually work in William's favor.
If he was too strong without any visible threats, the English government might start plotting ways to contain him.
A little supernatural disaster now and then would remind them why they needed him.
—
"What are you thinking about?"
Hearing from her staff that William had returned, Lena quickly entered the suite.
She was about to say something else when she saw him sitting there, lost in thought.
"Why are you alone? Where's that 'Ancient One' lady?"
"She left."
Before Lena could probe further, William preemptively cut her off.
"Mom, some things are better left unknown. Let's talk about something else."
Lena rolled her eyes but wisely dropped the subject.
"Abigail called. She wants to know if you're coming home for dinner or eating out."
"I'll head home."
He tapped his earpiece and spoke to Sunday.
"Call Selene and Nissa. Tell them to come home as well."
"Understood, sir."
Lena gave him a knowing look.
Something was clearly going on.
Sighing, she adjusted his slightly crooked tie and asked,
"Do you need me to call in my people?"
"No need, Mom."
He kissed her on the forehead and smiled.
"They're great for dealing with normal people. But tonight… they'd just get hurt."
"'Normal people'?"
Lena narrowed her eyes.
She didn't press further, but given that Supreme Sorcerers were now part of the conversation, she was fully prepared to believe in magic.
Lowering her voice, she asked carefully,
"When did you become a magician? Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Seeing her cautious expression, William chuckled.
"In England, we call them wizards, Mom."
He smirked.
"I wasn't hiding it from you—I just didn't want you to get mad."
"Why would I be mad?"
Lena frowned.
"The wizards here… aren't as powerful as you'd think. But they look down on ordinary people.
"They even have a special word for us—Muggles."
"Muggles?"
Lena looked puzzled.
"But you're a wizard too, aren't you?"
"No, Mom."
William shook his head in mock disgust.
"I'm a sorcerer, not one of those useless, stuck-up British wizards."
"Fine, fine, whatever you say."
Lena didn't care about the terminology—what mattered was that he was still her son.
Taking his arm, she happily led him toward the elevator.
—
When they arrived home, William barely had time to take a sip of water before Abigail and Jessie dragged him off to play mahjong.
Their excuse was that they needed to wait for Selene and Nissa before having dinner.
But William wasn't fooled—these two just wanted to team up and take his gold coins.
Thirty minutes later, Selene and Nissa returned.
And in William's earpiece, Sunday's voice calmly reported:
"Sir, the Americans are preparing to enter the tomb."
(End of Chapter)
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