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.

own blood, accumulating it

my own… Klein closed his

…

Thursday morning at nine, the time of

suit and holding onto his cane. He

handkerchief in his breast pocket and was holding onto a

Old Neil’s corpse. They slowly walked to the front of the tombstone and silently lowered it

soil being tossed into the grave, Rozanne, who was wearing a

me if this is all happening

a Beyonder, why must there be wraiths and monsters, why is there no safer way? Why,

coffin was completely buried in the soil, until all signs that

you.” He drew a crimson moon in front of his chest, then took a few

Dunn, Frye, and the others

his back, and saw the black and white photograph on the

wearing his classic black hat; his white hair was peeking out around the edges. The wrinkles beside his eyes and mouth were deep, his dark red

was so peaceful, no longer feeling grief,

the photograph. It came from the contents of the last entry in Old Neil’s diary: “If I cannot save her, then I shall

breeze blew gently. The silence and emptiness of the Raphael

…

form

half-closed door and saw Bredt with a

froze visibly before handing

rounds of

the hand-ground coffee and hear the cheeky words in his ears,

…

noticed Klein’s expression and

I, myself, cannot believe that Old Neil would leave us like

this is the destiny of many Nighthawks,” Klein replied with

this incident, he felt much more disappointment and hatred toward the upper echelons of the Church for keeping the “acting

that there will be fewer such tragedies, may the Goddess bless us.” Bredt drew a

…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

of exercises, as if he was

practice isn’t there for you to harm yourself.” Gawain looked