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.

took four steps counterclockwise while reciting the incantation and withstood the chaotic roars before appearing above the gray

living spirit sitting on the seat of honor at

a piece of goatskin parchment and wrote down a

picture that the Misfortune Cloth

the rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t a problem

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

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

itself, even if it wasn’t the entire ocean,

the divination incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell asleep through

Gate crack

classic regal gown leaned into the opening of the door and unfurled the

there were many mysterious symbols that

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 the brown

eye looked up at him, looking both sinister and

the eye, “This is key to the treasure that the Antigonus

his left hand, the topaz pendulum stably hung above the divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye. There

eyes and recited

eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles

That meant affirmation.

the treasure that the Antigonus family left behind… Klein nodded in

death, there are no descendants of

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

seem to be any problem with the logic, but it

the notebook be sure that there are no more descendants of

shared their bloodline, the original Klein wouldn’t have committed suicide to begin

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 certain that the

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

answering prayers and touched the illusory star. He saw the brown-haired young man who wore the unique black tight

facing the pure crystal

purposely learned some Jotun,

Father

an 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 save them even if I want to… Klein shook his

see 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

wall, changed into old

when Melissa finished preparing lunch and came knocking on the

he saw Melissa bring out her new

something this afternoon?” Klein

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