The Golden Knight of Pisces sat cross-legged at a recently furnished bench in the underground mall of Shibuya. The spacious seat faced the makeup store his son went into, taking his time to pick a good gift for his mother.

Aphrodite found it sweet of his little boy to send Cereza a gift. One she rightfully deserved after not being able to visit him for the last few months due to her... line of profession.

The last few months... now that Aphrodite thought about it, he questioned whether it truly was a good thing for him and Cereza to not utilize some portions of that time to spend it with their son.

Then again, there was a reason why that had to happen...

Before Ren was sent away to Tokyo, Aphrodite convinced his wife to prevent themselves from visiting Ren in order for her to stable her mind and emotions.

Rage took over her entire cool after the charges against Ren were passed.

If she had visted Ren earlier on and witnessed his current living conditions, her rage would've grown more larger due to her belief that she has failed as a mother and for how the world dared to treat her little boy.

Aphrodite couldn't blame his wife for the reaction as anger surged inside of him as well. Growing more volatile once he saw the negative expressions some of the townspeople sent to his son after the charges were made public.

But his lifelong Saint Knight training and harrowing experiences gave him the ability to keep his intense emotions under control. He's seen how unleashing the inner beast could create far more problems than it would solve.

Unfortunately, Cereza didn't possess her husband's emotional control. There were some days when Cereza would suddenly have multiple rage episodes released onto whatever unlucky victim that was present.

Whether it be an entire horde of her enemies, or an unsavory man attempting to seduce her.

("I have long heard that a woman's scorn was far more dangerous than a man's... I just wished I experienced it before Cereza's.") The lipstick wearing man felt an unpleasant shiver run down his spine at the memories of his wife's fury.

The chilling sensation was quickly eliminated due to his ears catching the tiny vibration of footsteps approaching him from his left, even though the surrounding symphony of public activities turned the steps into a barely audible sound.

("This fool better have a good reason for interrupting my free time.")

Looking over his left, his light blue eyes focused on a young man, most likely from college, speed-walking towards him with the expression an advertiser would wear to persuade someone into accepting their 'tempting' offer.

("Oh, isn't this just swell: a headache to complete the day out with my son.") He thought as he felt his annoyance slowly but surely grow.

Bringing back his remaining focus to the source of annoyance who decided to boldly sit next to him, Aphrodite started with a question: "Is there something I can do for you, sir?"

He didn't bother hiding his displeasure in the man's approach, a sign that seemingly went over his head as his all too friendly smile didn't break.

"You can in fact! You see sir, our modeling agency have been scouting for the most gorgeous faces around and I believe-"

"I'll pass." Aphrodite interrupted his incoming offer, catching the young scout off guard to the quick decline.

"E-Excuse me!? What do you mean you'll pass?"

The Swedish beauty whipped his head to the side with his eyes closing in the process. "Tch, do you really believe I look like this because I want to be apart of some organization that centers themselves around the external beauty of a human being? I won't apologize for saying this, but I'd rather die than to let myself be defined by my looks."

The young scout's hope has all but died to the harsh answer.

"I-Is there anything I can-"

"You can get out of my sight and never dare to bother me again." Aphrodite interrupted his pleading offer with another harsh answer, not giving eye contact with the young man.

The scout didn't dare to try and reason with him, especially against those beautiful eyes that had an element of danger swirling inside.

So after getting up from the bench and bowing in apology for bothering the Swedish beauty, he walked away in acceptance of his defeat.

Aphrodite placed his head on an elevated flat palm. ("I pray to Athena herself that Ren won't have to go through these annoyances on a constant basis.")

After giving his internal prayer, he released a small sigh.

"You ready to go dad?"

The voice of Aphrodite's little boy brought his mind and emotions some tranquility.

"I am. What kind of gift did you get for your mother?" He asked as he rose from the bench.

His lightly shrugged his shoulders. "Just the same ol' lipstick she adores."

"And you didn't think of getting me a gift dear son of mine?" The Swedish beauty asked in a playfully hurt voice, making it dramatic by placing a hand on his chest.

"Since when did you turn into a greedy goblin?" Ren asked, matching his father's playfulness.

"Ever since I've met your mother."

Father and son shared a chuckle to the past memories of Cereza spoiling the both of them with her fashion tastes.

The Golden Knight of Pisces wished he and his family were in back the period when everything was peaceful to live through.