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.

he was an accomplice or a neighbor, but he did not reveal any abnormalities. He said in a deep voice, “Do not attempt to resist. Someone will determine if

that moment, Leonard, who had finished handling the kidnappers, walked out and noticed the man in the stairwell. He said

foot and kicked the

the trigger

Bang!

burst out from the man’s

the ground and attempted to escape from the second floor; however, Leonard had already reached his hand towards the

Leonard landed on the man

that had splattered on him.

“Nice shooting.”

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

after consuming the Seer potion, he could still “see” obstructed objects

nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger in the accomplice’s possession and “drag” him into

Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his body and sat

securely tied up the three kidnappers with the rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together, they were

had been shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained

you people?” Elliott stammered in pleasant delight

guessed right. Very precise.”

to have some humor cells in him… Klein lowered his revolver and said to Elliott, “We are mercenaries hired by your father. You

been saved?” Elliott said joyfully

he had suffered quite harshly in the short few hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did not have

up and said to Klein, “Go downstairs and find some patrolling cops. Get them to inform the tobacco merchant. I do not wish to walk out with

the aftermath, nodded. He put away his revolver, picked up his cane, and walked to

he went down the stairs, he had a nagging 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, and your old butler, Klee. Why

…

out into the streets. With the help of

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

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

one of them left to gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy

minutes, Leonard signaled to Klein while the policeman was not paying attention. Klein was to sneak out of the

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

that he would take any responsibility for any repercussions, he did not retort and followed

a few carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler, Klee, disembarked with

this moment in time, he was still in a daze. He found it incredulous that news

he heard a crisp snap as he

carriage drove past with its windows open. The black-haired and green-eyed Leonard had snapped his

by Vickroy’s carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned around, and looked

extended his right hand

a pleasure working with

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

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 was able to do many inconceivable

aristocrats after a clash of swords,” explained Leonard with a

had many

with Mr. Klee? If

total of

about their providing of the kidnappers’ location from their

To us, money isn’t

very important