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.

the incantation and withstood the chaotic roars before appearing above

living spirit sitting on the seat of honor at the

nearly a minute of silence, Klein conjured a piece of goatskin parchment and wrote

that the Misfortune Cloth Puppet

remember the rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t a problem for a Seer; he could reproduce anything he remembered and had seen

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

made sense. Human memory was merely islands that were exposed above the

ocean, also included the entire sea

reciting the divination incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell

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

puppet in the black classic regal gown leaned into the opening of

piece of paper, there were many

carefully observed 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

at him, looking both sinister

eye, “This is key

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

closed his eyes and recited the

seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles in a clockwise fashion

That meant affirmation.

the treasure that

death, there are no descendants of the Antigonus family left. Hence, the notebook views me, the Seer that interacted

the treasure with it, only to show it

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

notebook be sure that there are no more descendants of the Antigonus

unrelated to that family… If I shared their bloodline,

seem to matter if I tell this to the Captain and the team.

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 was related to the

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

prayers and touched the illusory star. He saw the brown-haired young man who

kneeling on the ground, facing the

some Jotun, finally understood one

Father and

Where in 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 powerless. I don’t have the ability to save them even if I want to… Klein shook his head and sighed.

can understand what happened

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

was when Melissa finished preparing

sumptuous meal, he saw Melissa bring out her new dress and fishnet hat, looking like she was

still have something this afternoon?” Klein

was seated on 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