Lord of the Mysteries

Tap! Tap! Tap! The sound of footsteps echoed through the dark, narrow corridor, which was otherwise silent.

Klein kept his back straight as he kept up with the priest’s pace. He did not pose questions or chat idly with him, remaining silent like a windless body of water.

After passing through the heavily guarded passageway, the priest opened a secret door with a key and pointed down a stairwell made of stone. “Turn left at the intersection to reach Chanis Gate.”

“May Goddess bless you.” Klein gestured the sign of the crimson moon on his chest.

Commoners practiced etiquette, while the religious partook in ritual blessings.

“Praise the Lady.” The priest returned with the same gesture.

Klein did not speak further as he walked down the dark stone stairwell with the aid of the refined inlaid gas lamps on both sides of the wall.

Midway, he subconsciously turned back and saw the priest standing at the entrance. He was in the shadows and appeared like an immobile wax statue.

Klein looked away and continued to proceed down. It did not take long before he hit ground laid with ice-cold stone slabs. This led him to the intersection.

He did not turn towards Chanis Gate because Dunn Smith, who had recently finished his shift, was definitely not there.

He turned right and saw the familiar path. Klein went back up another flight of stairs and appeared inside Blackthorn Security Company.

Seeing doors that were tightly shut or half-closed, he did not rush into them. Instead, he went to the reception and saw a brown-haired girl focused on a magazine with a sweet smile.

“Hi, Rozanne.” Klein came to her side and deliberately rapped the table.

Knock! Rozanne stood up suddenly and knocked over a chair and said in a fluster, “Hi, nice weather today. Y-you, Klein, why are you here?”

She patted her chest and heaved a few sighs of relief. She was like a young lady afraid that her father had caught her skiving.

“I need to find Captain,” answered Klein simply.

“…You gave me a fright. I thought Captain came out.” Rozanne glared at Klein. “Don’t you know how to knock!? Hmph, you should be thankful that I’m a tolerant and kind woman. Well, I do prefer the term lady… Is there a reason why you are looking for Captain? He’s in the room opposite Mrs. Orianna.”

Even though he felt uptight, Klein was so amused by Rozanne he smiled. He pondered for a moment before saying, “A secret.”

“…” Rozanne’s eyes widened and while she reeled in her disbelief, Klein did a slight bow before bidding her farewell.

He went through the reception’s partition and knocked on the door of the first office on the right.

“Come in.” Dunn Smith’s deep and gentle voice sounded.

door behind him. He took off his hat and bowed. “Good morning,

hat were hanging on a clothes stand to his side. He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest. Even

me.” Klein honestly answered

together. His deep gray eyes silently looked at Klein’s eyes. He did not follow up on the topic of being followed and instead, asked, “You came

“Yes.” Klein answered.

back. “It might be that Welch’s father doesn’t believe the cause of death that we reported and had hired a private investigator from Wind City

was also known as Wind City. It was a region with extremely advanced coal and steel industries. It was one of the top three cities of

waiting for Klein to give his opinion, Dunn continued, “It might also be a result of that notebook. Heh, we happened to be investigating where Welch received the Antigonus family’s notebook. Of course, we can’t eliminate other people or

do?” Klein asked in a

question, he hoped that it was the

answer him. He raised his coffee mug and took a mouthful, his eyes not showing the sliver of a ripple.

Klein returned with a

Dunn nodded with certainty. “Of course, do not scare them off or violate the

a deep breath and bade him farewell. He left

from the gas lamps on

of his footsteps echoed, making him sound more alone

the stairwell. He went forward and

a word when they met. The priest turned around in silence and made

prayer hall. The circular holes behind the arched altar were still as pure and bright, while the darkness and silence of the building’s interior

with his cane and newspaper as though nothing had ever happened, successfully leaving Saint

he walked out, he saw the burning sun. He immediately regained the familiar feeling of being observed. He felt like he was

question surfaced in

dark environment and the priest to conceal my temporary disappearance, would it be hard for him to continue monitoring me by pretending to pray? If he had not done something wrong, there would be no problem walking in with an open and aboveboard manner, right? Unless the person has some dark history, making him afraid of the Church or fear the bishop, knowing that he might have the powers of

longer acted as nervous as he was previously. He took a casual stroll before going around and to

an ancient-styled building with mottled walls. The address on the door was ‘3.’ Its

shooting range was opened to the public as a way

went in and the feeling of being watched vanished instantly. He took this opportunity to hand over

a short verification, he was led

he retrieved the revolver from his armpit holster and the box of brass

to protect himself win over his procrastination. Therefore, he could not wait to come over to practice

After the attendant left, he flicked open the cylinder and removed the silver demon hunting bullets. Following that, he

and halved top hat. He planned on practicing in his usual getup. After all, it was impossible for him to shout

Klein closed the cylinder and rolled it with

hands, raised it up straight, and aimed at the target more than ten

to shoot. Instead, he recalled his experience at military training 1 , how to form a line with the

aiming and his holding stance. He was as serious as a

retreated to the wall and sat down on a long, soft bench. He placed the revolver to the side, began

revolver with the wooden handle and bronze cylinder. He got

back from the recoil.