Lord of the Mysteries

The next day, a Monday morning.

Klein, who had the day off, didn’t leave home. Instead, he gave Melissa his letter directed to Mentor Cohen Quentin and more than enough money to buy stamps. He entrusted her with the job of mailing the letter at the post office near the Tingen Technical School where she studied.

After breakfast, he slept in to make up for the lack of sleep caused by the previous night’s “work.” He only woke up because of his stomach’s grumblings close to noon.

He heated up some leftovers from the night before and ate them with a loaf of rye bread. Klein grabbed a newspaper and entered the bathroom on the second floor.

Whenever he did that, he couldn’t help but sigh at the lack of a cell phone.

After about seven or eight minutes, he left the toilet refreshed and washed his hands. He then returned to his bedroom and locked his door.

Klein drew the curtains, lit up the gas lamp, and cogitated for half an hour. After practicing his Spiritual Vision, spirit dowsing, and dowsing rod for half an hour, he spent another hour mentally reviewing the mysticism knowledge he had gained recently.

After doing that, he ripped up the old newspaper and crumpled them into a few balls. He wrote on them, “Moon Flower Candle,” “Full Moon Essence Oil,” and other names of materials. He followed the prescribed steps of ritualistic magic in his head in order to master every little detail. Until he was entirely familiar with it, he didn’t intend to try ritualistic magic because it was both a waste of materials and also easily attracted danger.

He repeated again and again until he picked up his silver pocket watch patterned with vine-leaves and took a glance. He realized that it was a quarter to three.

He considered for a few seconds and brought the scraps of old newspapers to the kitchen on the first floor to burn them. While doing so, he made sure he was in an optimal state of mind as he prepared for the Tarot Gathering.

Locking his bedroom door once again, Klein didn’t wait for the clock to strike three. He planned to enter the area above the gray fog ahead of time.

He wanted to seize the chance to explore the place thoroughly!

As Klein stood in an empty spot in his room and started walking counterclockwise, he suddenly worried that Justice and The Hanged Man had yet to enter a suitable environment. He thought of a particular matter.

Would they be disturbed or discovered?

He had previously mentioned to allow Justice and The Hanged Man to apply for “leave” ahead of time if they needed to be absent from the Gathering for some reason such as being unable to find time alone or unexpected circumstances.

It would have been an almost unsolvable problem for Klein in the past. There was no way he could build an entire server-based Internet by hand in a different world, right? Any technology beyond the telegram could expose him.

But now, he had suddenly found inspiration from ritualistic magic.

“Ritualistic magic borrows the powers of others by seeking the help of different existences. Similar incantations would make it clear who it is directed to in the beginning, such as the Evernight Goddess or the Lady of Crimson. It would be a description of the unknown and clandestine existences.”

“Then, can I amend the chant and redirect the beginning of the chant towards myself?”

“Directed at me…”

“This way, even if Justice and The Hanged Man conduct the ritual in different locations, I would receive their messages.”

he began analyzing the likelihood

First, I am not an incredibly strong high-level Sequencer. Even if the description of the incantation

of the chant is directed at me accurately, and doesn’t stray away and hit some other unknown existence

and forth, deep in

Then, he naturally linked the matter with the mysterious world

fog can’t. Its connection with the crimson stars can ‘drag’ a person into the space directly,

could consider tying myself to the mysterious

though I might not immediately receive the ‘request’ when the other party is holding the ritual, I will still

is the difference between being online and offline

the more he thought. He felt that

to precisely direct a message to me and to the

definitely work. It was none other than the Loen translation of ‘Blessings Stem from The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth.’ But

from an alternate world’? No way. It is quite accurate, and there is almost no other existence that fits the criteria, but it would

eight minutes, he finally decided on the

doesn’t

was obviously not accurate enough; therefore, Klein quickly added,

two lines practically limited it to him. Furthermore, he had tied the gray fog to

are multiple spaces and rulers above the gray fog. I cannot eliminate the fact that the description might be directed

for a full minute and finally

of Yellow and Black

it might end up being directed away and provoking unknown dangerous existences. But with the first two lines as a limitation, and his experience of arriving above the fog through a similar incantation, he believed that the target’s description could result in a perfect

magic with those three descriptions would be effective, but he was definite that it would not attract the attention of another existence,

and recited the

the gray

and took out

pocket and entered Cogitation. Soon he chanted

most ferocious noises and heart-stirring roars were heard once again. He felt the headache that was even harder to deal with than the pain of consuming

pain was not a sharp pain that tore through his head. It was a throbbing pain that made

using Cogitation and

murmurs receded like the tides. His body became ethereal, along

the crimson stars at varying distances

lofty and towering like the home of a giant. It was as though

disappeared from where he was, reappearing at the Seat of Honor at the long

Klein muttered. He tapped his glabella gently and allowed the fog to engulf him, ones thicker than before. According to the description of The Hanged Man, if Justice had become a

time for exploring, Klein extended his right hand and formed an invisible connection,

…

Sonia Sea,

himself in the captain’s cabin and made ghost ship provide him

it next to the brass sextant. The clock was ticking without joy