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.

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

handling the kidnappers, walked out and noticed the man in the stairwell. He said leisurely, “So the kidnappers have another accomplice responsible for buying and delivering

the man’s pupils constricted as he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the bag of bread up in an attempt to block Klein’s

pulled the trigger like his usual

Bang!

out from the man’s left

however, Leonard had already reached his hand towards the handrail before

a dull thud, Leonard landed on the

swatted away some of the blood that

“Nice shooting.”

Klein’s mouth twitched in an indiscernible manner as he caught a

discovered that despite not having any enhancements to his visual, auditory, or tactile senses after consuming the Seer

perception? Klein nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger in the accomplice’s possession and

Klein entered the kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as

together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack

unconscious man who had been shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his hands dirty, so he did not help him extract the

stammered in pleasant delight when he saw the

you guessed right. Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard answered

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

been saved?” Elliott said joyfully

a kidnapping victim. He did not have the kind of rashness someone his age normally

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

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

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

…

walked out into the streets. With the help of pedestrians, he found two

member of the Special Operations Department; instead, he used his identity as a

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

to gather reinforcements and inform the

forty minutes, Leonard signaled to Klein while the policeman was not

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

clear that he would take any responsibility for any repercussions,

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

still in a daze. He found it incredulous that news would come

crisp

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

carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned

extended his right

was a pleasure

on that good

the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just

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

Klein had many

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

total of 100

no doubt about their providing of the kidnappers’

isn’t that important,” said Leonard with

very important