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

he was the only living spirit sitting on the seat of honor at

minute of silence, Klein conjured a piece of goatskin parchment

the Misfortune Cloth Puppet

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

to mysticism theory, one’s spirituality could remember everything they had seen. As long as they possessed the

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

ocean, also included the entire

divination incantation, Klein leaned backwards

saw Chanis Gate crack open once

black classic regal gown leaned into the opening of the door and unfurled the paper that

were many mysterious symbols that collectively formed a

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

vertical eye looked up at him,

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

his left hand, the topaz pendulum stably hung above the divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye. There weren’t

recited the sentence with his

he opened his eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles in a clockwise fashion along

That meant affirmation.

the treasure that the Antigonus family

the edge of 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, as

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

the logic, but it still doesn’t

sure that there are no

to that family… If I shared their bloodline,

I tell this to the

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

crimson star from which he had previously heard

star. He saw the

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

Jotun, finally understood one

Father and

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

what I 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

old

which was when Melissa finished preparing lunch and came knocking

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

you still have something this afternoon?” Klein

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