Lord of the Mysteries

The crimson moon high in the sky hung silently in the darkness. It illuminated Tingen City, the city of universities, as it gradually fell silent.

Klein stood in front of his desk and looked through his oriel windows to see the empty Daffodil Street. He heard the sound of carriages quickly galloping far away without causing a din.

He picked up his vine-leaf patterned silver pocket watch and snapped it open. He took a glance at it and drew the curtains, making the yellowish lights of the gas lamp reflect back into the bedroom.

Klein turned around at an adequate speed, locked his room, and switched off the gas valve.

The room was immediately covered in darkness. Only a sliver of red moonlight penetrated the curtains. It gave rise to an atmosphere perfect for many late-night folk tales.

Klein took out the silver knife he had applied for. He imagined the spherical light and entered a half-Cogitation state.

He focused his mind according to his previous practice, allowing his spirituality to spew out from the tip of his blade. Then, he allowed their motion to miraculously fuse with his surroundings, sealing off the room.

He was doing it to prevent any abnormal stirrings that could wake Benson and Melissa.

Following that, Klein put down the knife and walked four steps in a counterclockwise manner. Every step was accompanied by the incantation from Earth.

The unchanging roars and murmurs inundated him. With the same mania and pain inflicted on him, he did his best to control himself and withstood the most grueling and dangerous stage in his half-conscious state.

The grayish-white fog was endless. The dark red stars were at varying distances from him. The towering divine palace stood erect like a dead giant. Nothing seemed to have changed. The silence and antiquity that had accumulated over thousands of years swarmed him.

No, there is a change! Klein silently muttered to himself. His gaze locked onto a dark red star near him.

That was the star symbolizing Justice!

The star’s deep redness began to pulse. It did so with average amplitude, but did not stop.

Klein carefully spread out his spirituality towards the deep redness.

The moment the two made contact, he felt a hum in his head. He saw a blurry and distorted scene and heard the illusory but stacked voice of prayers.

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;

“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck;

“I pray for your help.

“I pray for your loving grace.

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

…

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

…

you to give me a good

…

female voice resounded constantly in an intermittent fashion. Klein’s psyche turned more irritable and chaotic. It was akin to listening to someone upstairs pounding on the floor when he had

urge. He

girl dressed in white robes. She had a head of beautiful golden hair.

the distorted image, Klein barely recognized

incantation he had created could

gave him a huge sense of achievement, going

awesome… Klein’s mood turned for the better. He felt that the pleading voice that echoed in his ears

mind, transferring it through the

“I’m aware.”

…

before him. A distorted and blurry figure stood in

redness as

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

…

was jolted awake suddenly. She sat up with her blanket wrapped around her as her mind was fully occupied with the scenes she saw in her

the Fool, the mysterious being that lived above the

a response to my morning prayers?” Audrey, who quickly entered her Spectator state, calmed

she did not understand why The Fool did not respond on the spot and only did so at night, she was still

she had prayed to the Evernight Goddess, but had never

Fool was not a god, he is likely not far

was a powerful existence that she had no means of resisting, she

completely digest the Spectator potion… My acting

to seek out the Psychology

formula from Mr. Fool or clues regarding the Psychology Alchemists

every godlike existence should have a complete Sequence pathway that belongs to them. They might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways…

…

severed, Klein sat at the bronze table’s seat of honor in a

covered in gray fog. He leaned back and clenched his fist to cover his

was the only living being in the world of the gray fog.

can only pass information over and am unable to use the powers in here… From the looks of it, my idea of manipulation would not

had originally planned on attempting to bind his body with the world of the gray fog in the same manner if the

through such a manipulative manner, he could go around the limitations, the mysteries, and the

conduct a ritual and pray to “himself” for spells. Following that, he could come above the gray fog and answer his own request and

it, I was being too idealistic… My understanding and control of the gray fog world has not reached that level… Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating

star that represented the Hanged

Hanged Man’s ritual?” Klein nodded

at the seat of honor of the long bronze table and extended his hand

spirituality spread as it touched

The Hanged Man’s heavy and repeated prayers along with a blurry