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.

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

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

pulled the trigger like his usual

Bang!

out from

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

landed on the man

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

“Nice shooting.”

twitched in

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

in the scope of spiritual perception? Klein nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger

the kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his body and sat up

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

unconscious man who had been shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting

you people?” Elliott stammered in pleasant

precise.”

him… Klein lowered his revolver and

Elliott

the short few hours of being a kidnapping victim.

Get them to inform the

away his revolver, picked

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

…

his laughter and walked out into the streets. With the help

did not use his badge and identification as a member of the Special Operations Department; instead, he used his identity as a professional security company and recounted

at all. He had received an all-purpose

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

Klein while the policeman was not paying attention. Klein was

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

that he would take any responsibility for

carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler, Klee,

daze. He found it incredulous that news would come so fast. It

a crisp snap

past with its windows open. The black-haired and green-eyed Leonard had

closed the window, turned around, and looked

his right hand and

a pleasure working

we are on that good terms… Klein politely

not expect the kidnapping case to be resolved so quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though

aristocrats after

know.” Klein had

and said with a frown, “Shouldn’t we confirm with Mr. Klee? If he believes that the police rescued Elliott,

total of 100

about their providing of the kidnappers’ location from their ‘meeting’ from

money isn’t that

very important to