Lord of the Mysteries

After thinking for a while, Klein decided to return home to confirm something.

He believed that if the Misfortune Cloth Puppet hadn’t intentionally shown him the picture on the paper, then the Captain and the rest would definitely find traces in their follow-up investigations. It wouldn’t matter much if he reported it or not.

If it were the converse, it was something worth careful consideration.

That was also what Klein wanted to confirm.

He took the trackless public carriage to Daffodil Street. When he returned home, his brother Benson and his sister Melissa had yet to wake up, since it was Sunday. The living room was dark and quiet.

Klein boiled a kettle of water, threw in some tea leaves, and drank it with wheat bread. Then he took his coat, hat, and cane towards the stairs.

He subconsciously lightened his footsteps to avoid making any loud noises.

Just as he got to the second floor, he saw the bathroom door suddenly open, and Melissa, who was wearing an old dress, came out with a sleepy face.

“You’re home…” Melissa was rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Klein covered his mouth and yawned.

“Yeah, I need to crash. Don’t wake me up before lunch.”

Melissa tersely acknowledged when she suddenly recalled something.

“Benson and I are going to Saint Selena Cathedral pray and attend Mass in the morning. Lunch might be slightly later.”

As not-so-devoted believers of the Evernight Goddess, she and Benson went to the church once a fortnight, while Klein, who was a Nighthawk, hadn’t entered the church since the last time he was followed by the member of the Secret Order.

No, I’m at the cathedral every day, just that I’m in the cathedral’s basement… Klein justified himself subconsciously.

He was currently most worried that the Goddess would abandon him as a fake believer. If his ritualistic magic didn’t respond at crucial times, he would be in big trouble.

But then, when one considers Old Neil, the Goddess is quite forgiving towards the Nighthawks. Hmm. That’s right! Klein comforted himself.

His scattered thoughts flashed past him, and he looked at Melissa. He nodded and smiled.

“No problem. I can sleep longer then.”

Walking past Melissa, he entered his bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Immediately following that, he psyched himself up and took out the ritual dagger and created a sealed spirituality wall.

four steps counterclockwise while reciting the incantation and withstood the chaotic roars before appearing

spirit sitting on the seat of honor at the long bronze

silence, Klein conjured a piece of goatskin parchment and wrote down

the Misfortune Cloth Puppet

Klein had seen the mysterious picture on the paper clearly for a split moment last night, he only managed to remember the rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t a problem for a Seer; he could reproduce anything he remembered

had seen. As long as they possessed the appropriate

Psychology Alchemists made sense. Human memory was merely islands that were exposed above the sea; it couldn’t withstand much. Hence, a person’s spiritual essence remembered most of the information and turned

entire ocean, also

reciting the divination incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell asleep

distorted, separated world, he saw Chanis Gate crack open once again as he

puppet in the black classic regal gown leaned into the opening of the door and

many mysterious symbols that collectively formed a vertical

dream. Then, with the aid of the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog and the memory that had yet to fade, he expressed the image on the brown

up at

and wrote below the eye, “This is key to

untied the silver chain that was wound inside his sleeve. As he held it with his left hand, the topaz pendulum stably hung above the divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye. There weren’t

and recited the

seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles in a clockwise

That meant affirmation.

treasure that the Antigonus family left behind…

muttered to himself, “Because of Ray Bieber’s death, there are no descendants of the Antigonus

with it, only to show

to be any problem with the logic, but it still doesn’t

there are no more

totally unrelated to that family… If I shared their bloodline, the

to matter if I tell this to the Captain and

the location of the Antigonus family’s treasure. But, unsurprisingly, there was no detailed information. Just like in the letter that Sirius wrote to Mr. Z, Klein could only be certain that the treasure was related

star from which he had

and touched the illusory star. He saw the

kneeling on the ground, facing the pure

learned some Jotun, finally understood one

Save… Father and

ruler above the giant is totally powerless. I don’t have the ability to save them even

can understand what happened to his father and mother… Klein retracted his spirituality, wrapped

dispelled the spirituality wall, changed into old

till half-past twelve, which was when Melissa finished preparing lunch

a fairly sumptuous meal, he saw Melissa bring out her new dress and fishnet hat, looking

you still have something

his grammar books. He didn’t lift his head but answered on her behalf, “Mrs. Shaud from next door told Melissa that there will be a lecture regarding family