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

in

suddenly raised his foot and kicked the bag of bread up in

coldly pulled the trigger like

Bang!

out from the man’s left

Leonard had already reached his hand towards the handrail before

landed on the man

fainted as Leonard swatted away some of the blood that had splattered on him. He looked up at Klein and

“Nice shooting.”

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

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

Klein nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger in

and cane in each hand, Klein entered the kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his body and

kidnappers with the rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack of rope was made up by tearing their

bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his

in pleasant delight when he saw the

Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard

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

Elliott said joyfully without daring to make

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

to inform the tobacco merchant. I do not wish to walk

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

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

…

streets. With the help of

Department; instead,

all-purpose weapon usage

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

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

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

take any responsibility for any repercussions,

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

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

crisp

open. The black-haired

the window,

his right hand

was a pleasure working

on that good

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

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

know.” Klein had

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

total of

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

it. To us, money isn’t that important,”

important to