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

illusionary boundless world, he was the only living spirit

of silence, Klein conjured a piece of

that the Misfortune

night, he only managed to remember the rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t

had seen. As long as they possessed

felt that the 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

it wasn’t the entire ocean,

reciting the divination incantation, Klein leaned backwards

he saw Chanis Gate crack open once again as he heard the

leaned into the opening of the

many mysterious symbols

the picture before 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

vertical eye looked up at him, looking both sinister and

is key to

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

and recited the sentence

topaz spinning in small circles in a

That meant affirmation.

to the treasure that the Antigonus family left behind…

no descendants of the Antigonus family left. Hence,

the treasure with it, only to show it to

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

sure that there are no

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

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

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 peak of the Hornacis mountain range and

noticed that the crimson star from which

used the method of answering prayers and touched the illusory star. He saw the brown-haired young man who

man was kneeling on the ground, facing

had purposely learned some Jotun, finally understood one of

Save… Father

That’s an ancient antique that is thousands of years old… What a pity; the mysterious ruler above the giant is totally powerless.

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

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

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

out her new dress

have something this afternoon?” Klein asked,

the sofa, knitting his eyebrows at his 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 attend it and learn how to