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.

while reciting the incantation and withstood the chaotic roars before appearing

illusionary boundless world, he was the only living spirit sitting on the seat of honor at the long bronze

piece of goatskin parchment and wrote down

picture that the Misfortune

rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t a problem for a Seer; he could reproduce

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

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

wasn’t the entire ocean, also

the divination incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell

separated world, he saw Chanis Gate crack open once again

into the opening of

piece of paper, there were many mysterious symbols that collectively formed

of the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog and the memory that had yet to fade, he expressed the image on

vertical eye looked up at him, looking

is key to the treasure

his left hand, the topaz pendulum stably hung above the divination statement

his eyes and recited the sentence with

the topaz spinning in small circles

That meant affirmation.

vertical eye picture is really key to the treasure that the

Ray Bieber’s death, there are no descendants of the Antigonus family left. Hence, the notebook views me, the Seer that interacted with it but remains

with it, only to show it to me during

problem with the logic, but it still doesn’t seem

could the notebook be sure that there are

I shared their bloodline, the original

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

then divined 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

crimson star from which he had previously heard prayers was producing a faint fluctuation

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

was kneeling on the ground, facing the pure

purposely learned some Jotun, finally understood one of the

Save… Father and

thousands of years old… What a pity; the mysterious ruler above the giant is totally powerless. I don’t have the ability to save

can 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, and initiated

changed into old but comfortable clothing, and laid down

till half-past twelve, which was when

meal, he saw Melissa bring out her new

still have something this afternoon?” Klein

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