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.

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

in the

hearing this, the man’s pupils constricted as he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the

coldly pulled the trigger like his

Bang!

burst out from the man’s left

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

Leonard landed on

of the blood that had splattered on him. He looked

“Nice shooting.”

The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in an indiscernible

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

nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger in the accomplice’s

jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his body and

Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in

the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his hands dirty, so he did not help

you people?” Elliott stammered in pleasant delight when

right. Very precise.” The genuflecting

him… Klein lowered his revolver and said to Elliott, “We are mercenaries hired

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

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

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

about the aftermath, nodded. He put away his

he heard Leonard say to Elliott, “Don’t be nervous. You will soon see your father, mother, and your old butler, Klee. Why

…

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

Department;

him holding a gun, he was not worried at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before yesterday. His application was accelerated by going through

looks and one of them left to gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy family. The other policeman followed Klein to the kidnappers’

the policeman was not paying attention. Klein was to sneak out of

station is an extreme waste of time. Let’s

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

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

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

he heard a crisp snap

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

closed the window, turned around, and

right hand and

pleasure

we are on that good terms… Klein politely shook

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

a celebratory gesture of peace among aristocrats after a clash of swords,” explained Leonard with a

had

“Shouldn’t we confirm with Mr.

total of

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

it. To us, money isn’t that important,” said Leonard with a

important to