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!”

She grabbed her tortoise-like “puppet”, trotted to the interior

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

civilian staff member had its apparent

be risky to be under the noses of the Church of the Evernight Goddess’s team that

I join Dunn Smith and his team, I would certainly aim to become a Beyonder. I could then cover up the benefits gained from the

many restrictions on my freedom, like how a civilian staff has to report his leaving of Tingen. No longer would I be able

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

the risk of

…

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

of the luck enhancement ritual, I’m not one of the eighty percent of lucky people. In the future, there is bound to be some bizarre event happening

one of the Beyonders or by joining the Nighthawks can

become a Beyonder cannot be solely reliant on the Gathering. The potion formula is not a major problem, but where can I find

Hanged Man on every matter and exchange every object with them. This would not only hurt the image of The Fool and

produce anything that can pique their

real identity. Then, “online disputes” would

then can I initiate the

suppressed by the various Churches such as the Psychology Alchemists mentioned

constant state of fear and anxiety. However, more importantly, I have no idea where to look for them. Even if I manage to gain the corresponding information from The Hanged Man, such

civilian staff leaves opportunity for a buffer and

hides away in the wild; the superior, the crowd. Perhaps the identity as a

the top authorities of the tribunal, who would imagine that I am a heretic, the

…

the first rays of the morning sun shone, the crimson disappeared. Gazing at the golden light on the

Dunn Smith today and become part of the

this 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 unglamorous manner. “You

some things.” Klein smiled,

out both the pros and cons one by one and compare them.

habit. I did

was relaxed, and she did not add more. Holding a yellowish sheet of paper and her toiletries, she headed to the

his sister’s departure, Klein took a good nap. Based on what he knew, nearly all the pubs were

pleats of his silk hat and handkerchief using a

clothing, just

little far, and Klein was afraid that he would miss the “working hours” of the Nighthawk. Therefore, he did not walk there, but instead waited

the Loen Kingdom, public horse carriages were

people while taking into account the top of the carriage. Only a general

device was laid on the main street. The horses would move on the inner lane while the wheels ran on the tracks, making it easier and more labor-saving. This

the only problem was that the route and stations were fixed, making many

sound of the wheels hitting the tracks approached from a distance. A double-decker horse carriage stopped

said to the

have to transfer at Champagne Street but when you get there, it takes about ten minutes to walk to

go to Champagne Street then.” Klein nodded

kilometers, four pence”, said a young man with a fair and clean face,

worker responsible

copper coins from his pocket and handed it to the other

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

only have three pence on me now, so I can only walk when I go back…” Klein

mostly well-dressed although there were a few clothed in their work

shut his eyes and recharged his strength, oblivious to the coming and going of

finally heard the few words

the way and soon reached Besik Street, where

a forceful push. The heavy door gradually

afternoon, there were already many customers in the pub. Some were temporary workers,

was dimly lit. In the center, there were two large iron cages with a third of its bottom

it, sometimes discussing loudly while laughing, sometimes cursing

curious glance, Klein found two dogs caged inside. One was black and white, similar to the husky found on Earth. The other was wholly black, with shiny

games in a row!” said a little man wearing a brown beret, as he neared

Taken aback at first,

“Dog-fighting?”

wealthy students would always ask him contemptuously and curiously, if the

being able to gamble on boxing and card games, didn’t it also include cruel and bloody