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

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

of silence, Klein conjured a piece of goatskin

that the

he only managed to remember the rough shape of the picture

theory, one’s spirituality could remember everything they had seen. As long as they possessed the appropriate method, they could reproduce the scene whenever

the theory that Spirit Medium Daly described regarding the Psychology Alchemists made sense. Human memory was merely islands that were exposed above the sea;

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

leaned backwards and fell asleep through

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

in the black classic regal gown leaned into the opening of the door and

piece of paper, there were many

dream. Then, with the aid of the uniqueness of the world above

up at him, looking both

the eye, “This is key

down the pen, he untied the silver chain that was wound inside his sleeve. As he held it with his left hand,

recited the sentence with

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

That meant affirmation.

key to the 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,

3-0625 and left the key to the treasure with it, only to show it to me during my shift

any problem with the logic, but it

there are no more descendants

If I shared their bloodline, the original Klein wouldn’t have

I tell this to the Captain and

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

Klein noticed that the crimson star from which he had previously

star. He saw the brown-haired

the ground, facing the pure

who had purposely learned some Jotun, finally understood

Father and

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

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

wall, changed into old but comfortable clothing, and laid down on the

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

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

something

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 deal