Lord of the Mysteries

Half past seven in the evening, around the Moretti family’s dining table.

“Klein, why do you need to be at work so early as a consultant? Would emergency matters at the security company be more dangerous?” Benson forked a potato from a dish of potato-stewed beef as he raised the matter in concern.

Klein carefully spat out the bones from a pan-fried dish and gave his prepared answer.

“A batch of historical documents needed immediate shipping to Backlund. I had to be present to handle the handover and make sure there was nothing missing. As you can guess, the bunch of fist-swinging bastards don’t know any Feysac.”

Upon hearing his answer, Benson, who had finished chewing his food, could not help but sigh.

“Knowledge is truly important.”

Making use of this opportunity, Klein took out the remaining five-pound note and handed it to Benson.

“This is my additional payment I received today. It’s time you get some decent clothes too.”

“Five pounds?” Benson and Melissa said in unison.

Benson took the note and looked at it repeatedly. He said in both shock and doubt, “This security company sure is generous…”

His weekly salary was one pound ten soli, which meant six pounds exactly every four weeks. He only earned one additional pound from this additional payment!

And with that salary, he had managed to support his siblings, giving them a decent place to stay and allowing them to eat meat two to three times a week. Every year, they could get a few new clothes!

“Are you doubting me?” Klein deliberately returned with a question.

Benson chuckled. “I doubt you have the ability nor the guts to rob a bank.”

“You aren’t someone who can lie,” Melissa answered seriously after lowering her fork and knife.

I-I’m now someone used to lying… Klein immediately felt a little ashamed.

Although it was a result of the circumstances of his reality, his sister’s belief in him left him melancholic.

“It was relatively urgent and important today. I also played a crucial role… which is the reason for the five pounds,” Klein explained.

In a way, what he said was the truth.

As for the five pounds that he would be reimbursed with—the one he would use to join the Divination Club—he planned on concealing it. Firstly, if he brought five pounds home again, he would truly scare his siblings, making them suspect he was doing something illegal. Secondly, he had to save to buy additional materials to practice being a Seer and to grasp more mysticism knowledge.

Benson bit off a mouthful of wheat bread in satisfaction and thought for more than ten seconds.

“The work I’m at doesn’t need any decent clothes. Well, to be precise, the clothes at home are sufficient.”

have savings. I plan on buying a few books on accountancy and studying. Klein, Melissa, I do not wish that my weekly salary

took the opportunity to steer the conversation. “Why don’t you read some of the grammar books

the civil servant examinations will appear in Loen Kingdom. Preparing ahead of time

up when he heard

that. Here, let’s toast

oyster soup into three cups and clinked his

his sister who was wrestling with the pan-fried fish. He chuckled and said, “Aside from Benson’s books, I think Melissa

and

think

save it up.” Klein

nodded

the best fabrics and the newest designs, it would not be too expensive. We can save up the remaining money,” said

the old dress again to

Her elder brother was

was only a dinner invitation to friends where they chatted and

mumbled a response. Then, she ruthlessly forked

she suddenly recalled something and looked up

her maidservant to send a calling card over. She wishes to make a formal visit on Sunday, at four

Klein looked at his siblings,

the table with his fingers and

Shaud from 4 Daffodil Street? I met her husband before. He’s a senior

brother,” said

2 Daffodil Street…

get to know our neighbors, but as you know, I still have to be at the company on Sunday. I

of his former life when he was young, as well as the neighbors in the apartment from Iron

formal visits… Shouldn’t neighbors get to know each other

You have read a lot of newspapers recently, but you have not broached the magazines catered towards families and middle-aged women. They placed families with an annual income of a hundred to a thousand pounds as middle-class. They promoted it as the framework of the entire kingdom and praised how the middle-class doesn’t have the arrogance of the aristocrats and the wealthy, nor are they as crass

the aristocrats practice in their interactions. As such, it becomes a target of the middle-class.

he spoke, he shook

be very particular about details. They will visit

and Melissa asked in

was a visit from two to six in the afternoon

down his fork and knife,

not know why either. All I did was read the magazines my female colleague brought. Yeah, perhaps it’s because they wear their morning gowns to make the

of formal attire worn during Mass or gatherings. Later, it was considered as formal attire for the day, different

tarts from Mrs. Smyrin. We must

…

morning was a Sunday

mouthful of inferior tea, put down the newspapers, and wore his halved top hat. Picking up his silver-inlaid black cane, he sauntered out the

sleep in the break room after finishing her night duty. After which,

corner, he met a