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.

was temporarily unable to determine if he was an accomplice or a neighbor, but he did not reveal any abnormalities. He said in

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

the man’s pupils constricted as he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the bag of bread up

coldly pulled the trigger like his

Bang!

burst out from

however, Leonard had already reached his hand towards the handrail before leveraging

dull thud, Leonard landed on the

swatted away some of the blood that had splattered on him. He looked up

“Nice shooting.”

legs… The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in an indiscernible manner as he caught a whiff of the

his visual, auditory, or tactile senses after consuming the Seer potion, he could still “see” obstructed objects and “hear”

thought as he watched Leonard

kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened

three kidnappers with the rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack of rope was made up

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

pleasant delight

you guessed right. Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard answered

some humor cells in him… Klein lowered his revolver and

for real? Have I been saved?” Elliott

was apparent that he had suffered quite harshly in the short few hours of being a

some patrolling cops. Get them to inform the tobacco merchant. I do not wish to

away

the stairs, he had a nagging feeling that he had forgotten something. In addition, he heard Leonard say to Elliott,

…

his laughter and walked out into the streets. With the help of pedestrians, he found

as a member of the Special Operations Department; instead, he used his identity as a

an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the

two policemen exchanged looks and one of them left to gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy family.

Leonard signaled to Klein while the policeman was not paying attention. Klein

time. Let’s

Leonard was making it clear that he would take any responsibility for any

to the building where the kidnappers were. The old

still in a daze. He found it incredulous that news

crisp snap

open. The black-haired and green-eyed Leonard had snapped his

carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned around, and looked at

right hand

a pleasure working with

don’t think we are on that good terms… Klein

capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just a half-assed Sequence 9 Beyonder, he

peace among aristocrats after

had many aristocratic

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

of 100

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

isn’t that

important