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.

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

man in the stairwell.

he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the bag of bread up in an attempt to block

the trigger like his

Bang!

burst out from

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

a dull thud, Leonard landed on

of the blood that had

“Nice shooting.”

twitched in an

consuming the Seer potion, he could still “see”

in thought as he watched Leonard

Elliott Vickroy jolt

the rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together,

had been shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard

in pleasant delight when he saw the

precise.” The genuflecting

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

Have I been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without daring to

was apparent that he had suffered quite harshly in the short few hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did not have the kind of rashness someone his age

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

away his revolver, picked

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

…

out into the streets. With the help of pedestrians, he

Department; instead, he used his identity as a professional security company and recounted the

he was not worried at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before yesterday. His application

of them left to gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy

policeman was not paying attention.

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

it clear that he would take any responsibility for any

where the kidnappers

time, he was still in a daze. He found it incredulous that news would come so fast. It felt like

a crisp snap

with its windows open. The

carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned

extended his right hand

was a pleasure

that good terms… Klein politely shook his

was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just a half-assed Sequence 9 Beyonder, he was able to do many

aristocrats after a clash of swords,” explained

had

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

total of 100

no doubt about their providing of the kidnappers’

mind it. To us, money isn’t

very important to