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.

not reveal any abnormalities. He said in a deep voice, “Do not attempt to

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

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

unaffected, Klein coldly pulled the

Bang!

from the

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

Leonard landed on the man

fainted as Leonard swatted away some of the blood that had

“Nice shooting.”

in an indiscernible manner as he caught a whiff

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

of spiritual perception? Klein nodded in thought as he watched Leonard

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

the three 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

man who had been shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his hands dirty, so he did

in pleasant delight when he saw

you guessed right. Very precise.” The

and said to Elliott, “We are

been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without

had suffered quite harshly in the short few hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did

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

nodded. He put away his

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

…

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

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

had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before yesterday. His application was accelerated by going through

and one of them left to gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy family.

forty minutes, Leonard signaled to Klein while the policeman was

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

he would take any responsibility for any repercussions, he did

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

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

a crisp snap as he turned

past with its windows open. The black-haired and

passing by Vickroy’s carriage, Leonard closed the

right

a pleasure working with

we are on that good terms…

quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though

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

had many aristocratic

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

total of 100

about their providing of

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

important