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.”

began

am not an incredibly strong high-level Sequencer. Even if the description of the incantation was directed to me, I couldn’t possibly

the chant is directed at me accurately, and doesn’t stray

paced back and forth, deep in thought

with silent footsteps. Then, he naturally linked the matter with the mysterious

crimson stars can ‘drag’ a person into the space directly,

myself to the

this train of thought, even though I might not immediately receive the ‘request’ when the other party is holding the ritual,

the difference between being online and offline on an

became more excited the more he thought. He felt that his idea was worth

direct a message to me and to the

translation of ‘Blessings Stem from The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth.’ But herein lies the problem: he would lose control of

world’? No way. 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

on the description

Fool that doesn’t belong to

enough; therefore, Klein quickly added, “The mysterious

practically limited it to

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

minute and finally

Yellow and

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 the target’s description could result in a

he was definite that it would not attract the attention of another existence, It wouldn’t throw Justice and The

long sigh and recited the incantation that he

belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

his head slightly and took out his pocket watch to confirm

his pocket and entered Cogitation. Soon he chanted and took four steps counterclockwise to

most ferocious noises and heart-stirring roars were heard once again. He felt the headache that was even

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

using Cogitation and tried hard to ignore

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

appeared before his sight, the crimson stars at varying distances

palace, lofty and towering like the home of a giant. It was as though it had been there

Klein did was will it and he disappeared from where he was, reappearing at the Seat of Honor at the long

thicker than before. According to

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

…

the roaring blue waves of the Sonia Sea, an ancient sailboat was

and made ghost ship provide him the best

pocket watch before him and laid it next to the brass sextant. The clock was ticking without joy