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.

reciting the incantation and withstood the

only living spirit sitting

minute of silence, Klein conjured a piece of goatskin parchment

the Misfortune Cloth Puppet

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

they had seen. As long as they possessed the appropriate method, they could reproduce the scene whenever

theory that Spirit Medium Daly described regarding the 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 it into the subconscious, which

even if it wasn’t the entire ocean,

reciting the divination incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell asleep through

he saw Chanis Gate crack open once again as he heard

classic regal gown leaned into the opening

many

above the gray fog and the memory that had yet to fade, he expressed the

at him, looking both

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

his sleeve. As he held it with his left hand, the topaz pendulum stably hung

closed his eyes and recited

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

That meant affirmation.

key to the treasure that the Antigonus family left behind… Klein nodded

“Because of Ray Bieber’s death, there are no descendants of the Antigonus family left. Hence, the notebook views me, the Seer that

the key to the treasure with it, only to show it to me during

seem to be any problem with the logic, but it still

could the notebook be sure that there are no more descendants

family… If I shared their bloodline, the original Klein wouldn’t have committed suicide

it doesn’t seem to matter if I tell this to the Captain and

to Mr. Z, Klein could only

that the crimson star from which he had

star. He saw the brown-haired young man

the ground, facing the pure crystal

Jotun, finally understood one of

Save… Father and

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 if I want to… Klein shook his head and sighed. He decided to observe him for a

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

to his bedroom, he dispelled the spirituality wall, changed into old but comfortable clothing, and laid down

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

he saw Melissa bring out her new dress and fishnet hat, looking like

still have something this afternoon?”

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 attend