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.

incantation and withstood the

only living spirit sitting on the

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

that the Misfortune Cloth

only managed to remember the rough shape of the picture due

theory, one’s spirituality could remember everything they had seen. As long

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

if it wasn’t the entire ocean, also included the entire sea region

Klein leaned backwards and fell asleep

the blurry, distorted, separated world, he saw Chanis Gate crack open once again as he heard the heavy

into the opening of the door and unfurled the paper

were many mysterious symbols that collectively formed a

exiting the 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

looked up at

is key to the treasure that the Antigonus

held it with his left hand, the topaz pendulum

and recited

spinning in small circles in a clockwise fashion along with

That meant affirmation.

treasure that the

the long bronze table and muttered to himself, “Because of 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 alive,

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

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

notebook be sure that there are no

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

if I tell this to the Captain and the team. Let me look

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

all the matters, Klein noticed that the crimson star from which he had previously heard prayers was producing a

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

kneeling on the ground, facing the pure crystal ball, still muttering

some Jotun, finally understood one

Father

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.

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

spirituality wall, changed into old but comfortable clothing, and laid down

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

he saw Melissa bring out her new dress and

you still have something this

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