Lord of the Mysteries

“We are guardians, but also a bunch of miserable wretches that are constantly fighting against threats and madness.”

Dunn’s words echoed throughout Old Neil’s house. They reverberated across the corroded floor, the walls, and ceiling, as well as within Klein’s mind and soul.

He’d never had a stronger impression of that sentence than the one he had now.

He felt that he wouldn’t forget this feeling for as long as he lived, even if he were to return to Earth.

Amidst the still atmosphere, Dunn walked towards Old Neil’s “corpse” and kneeled down. He took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his windbreaker and covered it over the dark red, crystalline eyeball which looked pained.

At this moment, Klein noticed that the keys of the piano had stopped moving. A faint, translucent figure appeared.

This… Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision before entering the house, froze.

He hadn’t noticed this strange “soul” until now!

Was it because he was distracted by Old Neil, or was it due to Old Neil’s abilities after he lost control? Klein saw the formless figure evaporate quickly, vanishing before his very eyes. He had a faint idea of what was going on.

Suppressing the heavy feeling in his heart, he heard the Captain order, “Search Old Neil’s house carefully for possible clues.”

“Alright.” When Klein spoke, it took him a minute to recognize his own voice. His voice was raspy and deep, as if he had the flu.

“Alright,” Royale also replied.

The condition of her voice is about the same as mine… It’s like our nostrils are blocked… Klein looked at his female teammate, who typically didn’t have much of an expression. It was as if he was knowing her for the first time.

Placing his cane on an umbrella rack near the door, he made his way around Sealed Artifact 3-0611. He took heavy steps into the living room and up to the second floor. He then searched every room for possible clues.

Old Neil employed someone to clean the rooms regularly, so the rooms weren’t as messy as one would expect of a bachelor. Everything was in order, as if there was a female presence in the house.

Half an hour later, Klein found a few handwritten notes on a bookshelf in Old Neil’s room. The notes recorded a weird, mysterious ritual:

“Alchemical Life.

“The materials required include: 100ml of spring water from the Spring of Elves (Golden Spring on Sonia Island), 50 grams of Star Crystal, half a pound of pure gold, 5 grams of phlogiston, 30 grams of red iron… And a large quantity of fresh blood from living people.”

Old Neil annotated beneath the part about fresh blood from the living.

drawing my own blood, accumulating it little by little and

consider drawing my own… Klein closed his

…

morning at nine, the

was wearing his black formal suit and holding onto his cane. He stood silently in

in his breast pocket and was holding onto

Neil’s corpse. They

Rozanne, who

someone tell me if this is

lose control, why did he consume the potion, why did he become a Beyonder, why

completely buried in the soil, until all signs that he existed were buried deep within

then took a

Dunn, Frye, and the others tapped at

back, and saw the black and

hat; his white hair was peeking out around the edges. The wrinkles

peaceful, no longer feeling grief,

the last entry in

blew gently. The silence and emptiness of the Raphael Cemetery

…

the afternoon, Klein took a form signed by the

half-closed door and saw Bredt with a thick, black beard

before handing the form

rounds of ordinary

can on the table. He felt as though he could smell the fragrance of the hand-ground coffee and hear the cheeky words in his ears, “But why must you wait till you have spare cash?

…

Klein’s expression

that Old Neil would leave us like that. Sometimes,

the destiny of many Nighthawks,” Klein replied with a

the upper echelons of the Church for keeping the

will be fewer such tragedies, may the Goddess bless us.” Bredt drew a crimson moon in front of his chest.

…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

frustrations onto the target he was shooting at, until he finished shooting the bullets that he had requested. He then collected himself and

exercises, as if he was torturing himself, until Gawain told him to

yourself.” Gawain looked at Klein with his