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.

determine if 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.

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

raised his foot and kicked the bag of bread

pulled the trigger

Bang!

out from the man’s left

Leonard had

Leonard landed

man fainted as Leonard swatted away some of the blood that had splattered on

“Nice shooting.”

trying to hit his legs… The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in an indiscernible manner as he

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

in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp

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

they used against Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack of rope

shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his hands

in pleasant delight when he saw the scene before

Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard

his revolver and said to Elliott, “We are mercenaries hired by your father. You can also call us

saved?” Elliott said joyfully without

hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did not have the kind of

to Klein, “Go downstairs and find some patrolling cops. Get them to inform the tobacco merchant.

wondering about the aftermath, nodded. He put away his revolver, picked up

he had forgotten something. In addition, he heard Leonard say to Elliott, “Don’t

…

streets. With the help of pedestrians,

identification as a member of the Special Operations Department; instead, he used his identity as a professional security company and recounted

for him holding a gun, he was not worried at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before

reinforcements and inform the Vickroy

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

Let’s leave first,”

making it 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

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

he heard a crisp snap as

carriage drove past with its windows open. The black-haired and green-eyed

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

his right hand

a pleasure working with

we are on that good terms… Klein politely shook

kidnapping case to be resolved so quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he

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

Klein had many aristocratic

with Mr. Klee? If he believes that the police

of 100

providing of the kidnappers’ location from their ‘meeting’

money isn’t that important,” said Leonard

very important to