Lord of the Mysteries

Leonard’s singing sounded like a lullaby as it lightly resounded through the doors and into the winding wooden stairwell.

Klein’s mind immediately turned torpid. He felt like he saw a silent moonlight and serene rippling lake.

His eyelids rapidly turned heavy as if he were about to fall asleep standing.

Amid these indistinct sensations, he also felt a strange, formless, and indifferent focus on his back. It felt like he was wandering the spirit world himself.

A baffling sense of déjà vu suffused as Klein suddenly found his train of thought once again. With his strong spiritual perception and extreme familiarity with Cogitation, he barely escaped the influence of the Midnight Poem.

However, he remained serene and could hardly evoke any emotions.

Soon, Leonard stopped singing as he turned his head with a smile.

“I’m considering asking Captain’s permission to apply for a Feynapotter lute. How can there not be an accompaniment when singing?

“Heh heh, I’m just kidding. I can hear them asleep.”

The black-haired, green-eyed Nighthawk with his poetic vibe took a stride forward and walked to the door that separated them from the kidnappers and hostage.

He suddenly moved his shoulder and threw a punch at the door’s lock.

Crack!

The wooden board around the lock shattered in a muffled manner.

“This requires precise control.” Leonard turned his head and smiled. He then reached his hand into the hole and opened the door.

Klein, who had regained consciousness, was not as confident as him. He reached under his armpit, drew his revolver, and turned the cylinder, making sure that he could shoot at a moment’s notice.

As the door swung back, he saw a man sleeping on a table with a gun by his feet. Another man was rubbing his eyes in a daze while trying to stand up.

Bam!

Leonard slid forward and struck the awakening kidnapper unconscious.

Klein planned to enter as well when he suddenly sensed something. He turned around abruptly and faced the stairwell.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Footsteps were approaching from below. It became clear that “something” was a hatless man in a brown coat circling the stairwell in his progression toward the third floor while hugging a paper bag of bread.

Suddenly, he stopped. He saw a gun’s barrel aiming at him with a metallic luster.

His pupils reflected a young man dressed in a halved top hat, black formal suit with a bow tie of the same color. It also reflected the cane which rested along the rail and the dangerous revolver.

“Do not move. Raise your hands. Three, two, one…” Klein’s tone was deep but relaxed.

He held the revolver with both hands as he tried to imagine the man as a target from his practice.

Amid the tense atmosphere, the man in the brown coat threw the bag of bread and slowly raised his hands.

“Sir, is this a kind of a joke? Has there been a misunderstanding?” He stared intently at the finger that Klein had placed on the trigger as he forced a smile.

any abnormalities. He said in a deep voice, “Do

had finished handling the kidnappers, walked out and noticed the man in the stairwell. He said leisurely, “So the kidnappers have

he suddenly raised his foot and

the trigger

Bang!

from the man’s left

floor; however, Leonard had already reached

Leonard landed on the man

blood that had splattered on him.

“Nice shooting.”

trying to hit his legs… The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in an indiscernible manner as he

enhancements to his visual, auditory, or tactile senses after consuming the Seer

Klein nodded in thought as he watched

hand, Klein entered the kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake

Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in a

shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his hands dirty, so

in pleasant delight when he saw the scene before

guessed right. Very precise.” The

in him… Klein lowered his revolver and said to Elliott, “We

saved?” Elliott said

a kidnapping victim. He did not have

Klein, “Go downstairs and find some patrolling cops. Get them to inform the tobacco merchant. I do not

wondering about the aftermath, nodded. He put away his

feeling that he had forgotten something. In addition, he heard Leonard say to Elliott, “Don’t be nervous. You will soon see your father, mother,

…

walked out into the streets.

use his badge and identification as a member of the Special Operations Department; instead,

worried at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before yesterday. His application was accelerated by

to gather reinforcements and inform the

waiting for more than forty minutes, Leonard signaled to Klein while the policeman was not

me, heading to the police station is an extreme waste of time. Let’s leave first,” the Nighthawk with the poetic bearing explained

making it clear that he would take any responsibility for

the kidnappers were. The old butler, Klee, disembarked with

was still in a daze. He found it incredulous that

a crisp snap as he turned

open. The black-haired and

passing by Vickroy’s carriage, Leonard closed the window,

right

pleasure

that good

to be resolved so quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just a half-assed Sequence 9 Beyonder, he

after a clash of swords,”

Klein had

with a frown, “Shouldn’t we confirm with Mr. Klee? If he

total of 100

no doubt about their providing of the kidnappers’ location from their ‘meeting’ from

it. To us, money isn’t

important