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.

…

for you to give me

…

Klein’s psyche turned more irritable and chaotic. It was akin to listening to someone

emotions and used Cogitation to calm the urge. He carefully discerned

was a girl dressed in white robes. She had a head of beautiful golden hair. She was standing before four flickering flames, her head lowered as she

distorted image, Klein barely recognized her to

ritual incantation he had created could precisely point

huge sense of achievement, going from nothing

better. He felt that the pleading voice

create a response in his mind, transferring

“I’m aware.”

…

gray layer emanated before him. A distorted and

swirled with deep redness as his voice

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

…

Hall was jolted awake suddenly. She sat up with her blanket wrapped around her as

very well that she had dreamed of the Fool, the mysterious being

prayers?” Audrey, who quickly

understand why The Fool did not respond on the spot and only did so at night, she was still shocked that the ritualistic magic was effective with

to the Evernight Goddess, but had

Mr. Fool was not a god, he is likely not far from being one… Audrey slowly

means of resisting, she quickly threw

the Spectator potion… My acting is still pretty

have to seek out

Telepathist potion formula from Mr. Fool

godlike existence should have a complete Sequence pathway that belongs to them. They might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways… A new Beyonder organization like the Psychology Alchemists might not be able to garner Mr.

…

the bronze table’s seat of honor in a rather

and clenched his fist to cover

living being in the world of the gray fog. Apart from that,

information over and am unable to use the powers in here… From the looks of it,

the world of the gray fog in the same manner if the incantation and ritual proved effective. As such, he could

he could pray to himself, and through such a manipulative manner, he could go around the limitations, the mysteries, and the danger, allowing him to fully use the gray

“himself” for spells. Following that, he could come above the gray fog and answer

I was being too idealistic… My understanding and control of the gray fog world has not

moment, he saw the dark red star that represented the Hanged Man begin to pulse. He heard an ethereal

The Hanged Man’s

at the seat of honor of the long bronze table and

spirituality spread as it touched the pulsing

heard The Hanged Man’s heavy and repeated prayers