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.

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

only living spirit sitting on the seat of honor at

Klein conjured a piece

picture that the

managed to remember the rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t a problem for a

long as they possessed the appropriate method, they could reproduce the scene whenever they

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 it into

wasn’t the entire ocean, also included the entire sea region surrounding

Klein leaned backwards and fell asleep through

he saw Chanis Gate crack

leaned into the opening of

the piece of paper, there were many mysterious

above the gray fog and the

eye looked up at him, looking

wrote below the eye, “This is key to the treasure that the Antigonus family left

the silver chain that was wound inside his sleeve. As he held it with his left hand, the topaz pendulum

and recited

eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles in a clockwise fashion along with the

That meant affirmation.

picture is really key to the treasure that the Antigonus family left behind… Klein nodded in

the long bronze table and muttered to himself, “Because of Ray Bieber’s death, there are no

and left the key to the treasure with it, only to show it to me during my

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

notebook be sure that there are

totally unrelated to that family… If I shared their bloodline, the original Klein wouldn’t have committed

matter if I tell this to the

information. Just like in the letter that Sirius wrote to Mr. Z, Klein could only be certain that the treasure was related to the main

he finished divining all the matters, Klein noticed that the crimson star from which

He saw the brown-haired young man who wore the unique black

kneeling on the ground, facing the pure crystal

Jotun, finally understood one of the

Save… Father and

Where in the world is Jotun still used? That’s an ancient antique that is thousands of years old… What a pity; the mysterious ruler above the giant is totally powerless. I don’t have the ability to save them even

when I master more Jotun vocabulary and can understand what happened to his father and mother… Klein retracted his spirituality,

changed into old but comfortable clothing, and laid down on the bed to get

half-past twelve, which was when Melissa finished preparing lunch and came knocking

bring out her new dress and fishnet hat, looking like she

still have something this afternoon?”

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 affairs in the municipal hall in the afternoon. Melissa plans to