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

living spirit sitting on the seat

conjured a piece of goatskin

that the Misfortune Cloth

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

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

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 the subconscious, which formed the

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

the divination incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell

Gate crack open once again as

the opening

of paper, there were many mysterious symbols that collectively formed a

aid of the uniqueness of the world above the gray

vertical eye looked up at him, looking both

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

sleeve. As he held it with his left hand, the topaz pendulum stably hung above the divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye. There

recited the sentence with his mind

eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles in

That meant affirmation.

that the Antigonus family left behind… Klein nodded in deep

long bronze table and muttered to himself, “Because of Ray Bieber’s death, there are no descendants of the Antigonus family

the treasure with it, only to show it to me during my shift at

problem with the

be sure that there are no more descendants

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

tell this to the Captain and the team. Let me look

Just like in the letter that Sirius wrote to Mr. Z, Klein could only be

the matters, Klein noticed that the crimson star from which he

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

kneeling on the ground, facing the pure crystal

learned some Jotun, finally understood

Father and

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. He decided to observe

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

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

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

saw Melissa bring out her new dress and fishnet

you still have something this afternoon?” Klein asked,

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