Lord of the Mysteries

Waiting for cake? That really wasn’t an answer that I was expecting… Of course, if I was able to anticipate the answer of a mental patient, wouldn’t that mean that I was almost there myself… The thought flashed through Klein’s mind. He maintained his relaxed smile as if he was chatting with a friend.

“Who’s going to send you a cake?”

Hood Eugen’s expression fell instantly, his face long and depressed.

“No, there’s no cake… There’s no cake!

“You stole my cake!”

His voice suddenly became shrill as he glared angrily at Klein.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he let out a shout and opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Following which, he leaped from his mattress while salivating. He closed in on Klein with one step and extended his hands, attempting to grab onto Klein’s shoulders. He wanted to drag Klein towards him and bite him.

Despite the sudden attack, Klein reacted quickly despite appearing a little flustered. He instantly bent his knee and squatted. At the same time, he tilted his body to the side and raised his left arm.

Oof!

His shoulder slammed into Hood Eugen’s abdomen, causing Hood’s eyes to turn white and drool to drip from his mouth.

But Hood Eugen didn’t stop moving. He allowed the momentum to carry him down as he opened his arms in an attempt to pull Klein into a bear hug.

Klein tilted his body to the side and rolled over, his movements were smooth as though he had practiced them hundreds of times.

He pushed against the ground with his right hand and stood up with a somersault. He decided to go on the offensive and charged forward to restrain his opponent.

But at that moment, Hood Eugen only stood there blankly, his eyes losing focus, becoming vacant and lost.

Klein froze for a moment. He turned his head towards the corner of the room, only to see Dunn Smith, wearing a black windbreaker and matching hat, with his hands clasped tightly together and looking down.

The Captain has dragged Hood Eugen into a dream… Upon realizing this, he stopped his subsequent attack and took the opportunity to take out the silver ritual dagger that couldn’t harm anyone. He used it to create a wall of spirituality which sealed the ward.

Klein then took out three candles infused with mint and placed them on the window in a triangular formation. One candle signified the Evernight Goddess, another the Mother of the Secrets, and the last represented himself.

Soon after, he set up a simple altar and used his spirituality to ignite the candles.

Just as he was about to warn the Captain, Dunn raised his head and smiled.

“Hood Eugen’s dreams are a sea of chaos. There’s no way to guide it.”

a luster returned to Hood Eugen’s

moved his waist, letting out a

so he remained quiet. He picked up

the flames of the candle representing himself, allowing the serene aroma to spread around

anger, and relief completely vanished. He languidly sat down again on the edge of his bed and looked out at the crimson moon outside the window in

down and sat beside Hood

could he use the Eye of the Spirit medication to make Hood Eugen’s soul slip into a turbid

of an idea before coming. He fished out a set of tarot cards from his

had the twenty-two Major Arcana, so it was easy to carry around. It was

was able to kill undead beings. Their patterns were complicated and gorgeous, making Klein feel like they were a collector’s

one hand and

play some

retracted his gaze from outside the window as he repeated the term

tarot cards into Hood’s

hardest to cut the deck with one hand

to the hard yet flexible, beautifully

a man in tattered clothes with his hands tied. He was hanging by his leg with a faint

the opportunity to grab the Eye of the Spirit medicine, dripping the amber liquid onto the candle flame—still the

an intoxicated feeling to anyone who took

out bit by bit, his vision losing its focus. The deck of tarot cards in his hand

he remained sitting upright, without slumping

used Cogitation to fight back against the medicine’s dreamy effects of turning light-headed and ethereal. He took out another metal bottle from his pocket and twisted

Sedative Agent!

ice-cold liquid flowed through his throat, down his gullet, and into his stomach. Klein instantly felt

oil extracts and herb powders, dripping

faint fog, he took two steps back and solemnly murmured in Hermes, “I pray

the power

pray for the Goddess’s

would allow me to communicate with the spirituality of

…

the flames of the candle, now dyed black, spread

avoid them, nor did he guard against them. He allowed the dark “night”

spirit leave the protection of his body and enter a space akin to deep space. All around him was boundless, silent darkness. The sky above him was filled with countless indescribable, transparent figures. There were

no

foggy world appeared before him. It was a world enveloped by a faint

Eugen’s spirit that represented his Body of Heart and Mind. Thus, he

of light pelting him. He heard the voices of thousands

the elegance of some lady, then it turned into a description of the feeling of relief after using the toilet.