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.”

as he began analyzing the likelihood of the

I am not an incredibly strong high-level Sequencer. Even if the

is directed at me accurately, and doesn’t stray away and hit some other unknown existence that fits the description? That would

in thought for a possible

Then, he naturally linked the matter with the mysterious

gray fog can’t. Its connection with the crimson stars can ‘drag’ a person into the space directly, regardless of where they are in the

consider tying myself to the mysterious space together during the directed

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

is the difference between being online and offline on an instant

more he thought. He felt that his

be used to precisely direct a message to me and to the gray fog world?” He started

Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth.’

It is quite accurate, and there is almost no other existence that fits the criteria, but it would expose my biggest secret… Klein thought of one incantation after

he finally decided on the

Fool that doesn’t

was obviously not accurate enough; therefore, Klein quickly added, “The mysterious ruler

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

the possibility that there are multiple spaces and rulers above the gray fog. I cannot eliminate

full minute and finally decided on the last part of the

and Black who wields

“Blessings Stem From The Exalted Thearch of Heaven and Earth 1 .” If the incantation purely depended on that part of the description, 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

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

long sigh and recited the incantation that he had

belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the

head slightly and took out his

entered Cogitation. Soon

the headache that

through his head. It was a throbbing pain that made him manic

controlled himself using Cogitation and tried hard to ignore

muttering and murmurs receded like the tides. His body became ethereal, along with his spirituality.

gray fog appeared before his sight, the crimson stars at varying distances from him,

stood the palace, lofty and towering like the home of a

did was will it and he disappeared from where he was, reappearing at

fog to engulf him, ones thicker than before. According to the description of The Hanged Man, if Justice had become a Spectator,

extended his right hand and formed

…

roaring blue waves of the Sonia Sea, an

in the captain’s cabin and made ghost ship provide

to the brass sextant. The clock was