Lord of the Mysteries

Phew, I finally got through the round with the medium…

Klein let out a foul breath. He slowly turned around and enjoyed the cool breeze and tranquility of the night while walking closer and closer to the apartment building’s door.

He took out his keys, inserted the correct one in and turned it gently, allowing the crimson-mixed darkness to expand with the creaking sound of the opened door.

Walking on the staircase without a single person in sight and taking in the cold air, Klein had an inexplicable and amazing feeling. It felt like he had a few more hours than others. This caused him to hasten his pace.

In a similar state of mind, he opened the door to his room and before he even stepped inside, he saw a silhouette sitting silently in front of his desk. It had reddish black hair, bright brown eyes, and a delicate, pretty face. Undoubtedly, she was Melissa Moretti!

“Klein, where did you go?” Melissa asked curiously as she relaxed her eyebrows.

Without waiting for Klein’s reply, she added, “Just now, I got up to go to the bathroom and realized you weren’t home.” It was as if she wanted to know everything clearly, from the causes and effects of the matter to the underlying logic.

With great experience at lying to his parents, Klein’s brain took a spin before he gave a bitter smile and calmly replied, “I couldn’t fall asleep again after I woke up. Instead of wasting time, I decided that I should train my body. So I went out to run a few rounds. Look at my sweat!”

He took off his jacket and half-turned his body, pointing to his back.

Melissa stood up, took a glance half-heartedly and deliberated for a few moments before saying, “Honestly speaking, Klein, you don’t have to stress yourself out. I’m sure you can pass the interview to Tingen University. Even if you can’t, er—I mean if —you can still find better ones.”

I haven’t even thought about the interview… Klein nodded his head and said, “I understand.”

He did not mention the “offer” that he had gotten because he had not decided whether he wanted to join them or not.

Staring at Klein intensely, Melissa suddenly turned around and trotted into the interior of the house. She took out an object that resembled a tortoise. It was comprised of items like gears, rusted iron, torsion springs and ordinary springs.

After quickly tightening the torsion spring, Melissa placed the object on the desk.

Ka! Ka! Ka!

Dum! Dum! Dum!

The “tortoise” moved and jumped with a rhythm that could pull anyone’s attention.

“Whenever I feel irritated, I feel much better seeing this tortoise move. I’ve been doing this very often recently and it’s very effective! Klein, give it a try!” invited Melissa as her eyes brightened.

Klein did not turn down his sister’s goodwill. He approached the “tortoise” and waited for it to stop before laughing. He said, “Simplicity and regularity can indeed help relaxation.”

Without waiting for Melissa’s reply, Klein pointed to the “tortoise” and casually asked, “Did you make this yourself? When did you make this? Why wasn’t I aware of it?”

“I made use of unwanted materials from school and things picked up from the streets to make this. It was only finished two days ago,” Melissa said in her usual tone, the side of her lips upturned a few more degrees.

“That’s impressive,” Klein praised sincerely.

As a boy with poor skills in machine assembly, he encountered great difficulties even assembling a four-wheel toy car as a child.

With her chin slightly raised and her eyes slightly bent, Melissa calmly replied, “It was okay.”

“Being overly humble is a bad trait,” Klein smiled slightly and continued, “This is a tortoise, right?”

Instantly, the atmosphere in the room took a great plunge, leaving behind an air of graveness for a while. Then, Melissa faintly replied with a voice that seemed enigmatic like the crimson veil, “It’s a puppet.”

Puppet…

Klein gave an awkward smile, and tried to forcefully explain, “The problem lies in the materials, they’re too rudimentary.”

Following that, he tried to change the topic and said, “Why would you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Isn’t there a toilet here? Don’t you always sleep till dawn?”

Melissa was taken aback momentarily.

It was only after a few seconds, before she opened her mouth, prepared to explain.

At that moment, an intense sound of digestion sounded from herthoracoabdominal 1 area.

“I-I’ll go get some more sleep!”

trotted to the interior of

shook his head as he smiled, slowly walking towards his desk. He sat down soundlessly, silently pondering Dunn Smith’s invitation as the crimson red moon emerged from

a Nighthawk civilian staff member had its

mysterious Gathering—and the multiple secrets I have, it will be risky to

Smith and his team, I would certainly aim to

leaving of Tingen. No longer would I be able to go wherever I want or do whatever I want. I

a strict organization. Once a mission is given, I can only wait for the

the risk of

…

all the disadvantages listed out one by one, Klein turned to considering

enhancement ritual, I’m not one of the eighty percent of lucky people. In the future,

joining the Nighthawks

not a major problem, but where can I find the corresponding materials? How am I to obtain

me to consult Justice and The Hanged Man on every matter and exchange every

I am unable to produce anything that can pique

trail of my real identity. Then, “online disputes”

social circle and can be used as leverage. Only then can I initiate the Gathering and in

is suppressed by the various Churches such as the Psychology Alchemists mentioned

also lose my freedom, and be in a constant state of fear and anxiety. However, more importantly, I have no idea where to look for them. Even if I manage to

civilian staff leaves opportunity for a buffer

the superior, the crowd. Perhaps

imagine that

…

morning sun shone, the crimson disappeared. Gazing at the golden

would find Dunn Smith today and

moment, Melissa, who had gotten out of bed again, had pushed open the door to the room. She was surprised to see her brother stretching in an

thinking through some things.” Klein smiled,

and cons one by one and compare them. After that, I would be able to get a hint of what

did that

she did not add more. Holding a yellowish sheet of paper and

departure, Klein took a good

the afternoon, he smoothed the pleats of his silk hat and handkerchief using a small

a suit of formal clothing,

afraid that he would miss the “working hours” of the

public horse carriages were

former consisted of a carriage drawn by two horses and could sit approximately 20 people while taking into account the top of the carriage. Only a general route existed, without specific stations. It had flexible operations and could be hailed anywhere unless it was

the main street. The horses would move on the inner lane

was that the route and

ten minutes, the sound of the wheels hitting the tracks approached from a distance. A double-decker horse carriage stopped in front

Besik Street,” Klein said to the carriage

about ten minutes to walk to

go to Champagne Street then.” Klein nodded in

man with a fair and clean face,

was a worker

from his pocket

not many passengers. Even on the first floor, there were a few

can only walk when I go back…” Klein pressed his

although there were a few clothed in their

oblivious to the coming and going of passengers around

passed until he finally heard the

inquired along the way and soon reached Besik Street,

The heavy door gradually opened, inundating him with a wave

still afternoon, there were already many customers in the pub. Some were temporary workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired. Others were simply

center, there were two large iron cages with a third of its bottom sinking deep into

and surrounded it, sometimes discussing loudly while

black and white, similar to the husky

a row!” said a little man wearing a brown beret, as he neared Klein and pointed to the

first, Klein regained

“Dog-fighting?”

students would always ask him contemptuously and curiously, if the boorish workers and unemployed hooligans enjoyed participating

didn’t it also