Lord of the Mysteries

In the basement of Saint Selena Cathedral, in the guardroom outside Chanis Gate.

Leonard Mitchell was leaning on the back of his chair, his legs were propped up on the table. His eyes were vacant without any focus.

Even though he had been healed using ritualistic magic, he still looked terrible, as if he had obtained reprieve from a severe illness without fully recovering.

At the moment, the powerful Beyonders sent by the Holy Cathedral were creating another seal behind the Chanis Gate since the ashes of Saint Selena was lost. They had conflicting opinions; some wanting to fill in the gap of power using a new holy item, while the others believed that there was no need to go through all the trouble. After all, to the Church of the Evernight Goddess, holy items were rare and incredibly precious. What they suggested was lowering the presence of the Nighthawks in Tingen and transferring the artifacts with living characteristics or difficult-to-seal artifacts to the headquarters at the Cathedral of Serenity in Backlund’s diocese, only leaving behind those that could be controlled more easily.

They intended to send a telegram to propose a meeting of the higher-ups, to get a vote from the archbishops and high-ranking deacons.

Leonard was uninterested in this debate. He felt as if he had become a living corpse, with no sorrow, grief, agitation, or excitement. He was abnormally numb. He didn’t want to face anyone. All he wanted was to stay alone in the corner.

Occasionally, he would feel puzzled about why the “murderer” would only take away Klein’s Beyonder characteristic and leave Captain Dunn Smith’s one intact.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Footsteps reverberated in the corridor. Seeka Tron, whose right arm had been bandaged, appeared at the door of the guardroom.

While Klein and the others were attacking Megose and attempting to save Tingen City, she and the Keepers within Chanis Gate were doing battle against a portion of the Sealed Artifacts. If it wasn’t for the timely arrival of the members of the Mandated Punishers and the Machinery Hivemind, or the eventual arrival of the reinforcements from the Holy Cathedral, she also might’ve lost her life.

But even so, the elderly Keeper failed to last untill the end. He fought to his death, under the call of duty.

“Leonard, I found an unencrypted telegram in the Captain’s office. It was sent over by the Holy Cathedral,” Seeka Tron said.

Leonard’s green eyes moved slightly, finally coming to life. He faintly recalled the sound of a new telegram coming in, but the battle was about to begin. He and Klein didn’t have the time to pay attention to it.

“What does it say?” Leonard noticed that his tone was unusually raspy.

The white-haired and black-eyed Seeka Tron replied without hesitation, “Beware of Ince Zangwill. Beware of Sealed Artifact 0-08.”

“Ince Zangwill, the archbishop that betrayed the Church, the Gatekeeper who failed his advancement… Sealed Artifact 0-08, an ordinary looking quill…” Leonard muttered at first as he searched his memories, then he tilted his head to the side.

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, the dispirited feelings and sadness disappeared from his body.

“So that’s how it was…” Leonard pulled his feet back and stood up, his green eyes burning with a passion.

He looked at Seeka Tron and said, “I intend to apply to join the Red Gloves.”

The Red Gloves was a code name for the elite team of Nighthawks. Under normal circumstances, Nighthawk teams were situated locally and had regions under their jurisdiction. They were not permitted to capture criminals outside of their area of jurisdiction without permission. As such, some evildoers would change their location after every crime, making it terribly inconvenient for the Nighthawks.

To deal with this, the Church of the Evernight Goddess set up the Red Gloves. They were carefully selected elites, some even possessing incomplete holy items. Their mission was to reinforce Nighthawk teams that had called for help, as well as track down and arrest evildoers without any restrictions.

In some circles, they were also called “Pursuers” or “Hunting Dogs.”

“Red Gloves? But their lowest requirement is Sequence 7… Besides, the dangers the Red Gloves face are many times higher than an ordinary Nighthawk Squad,” Seeka Tron said in concern and doubt.

Leonard smiled coldly.

“I’m close to advancing soon.”

He clenched his teeth and said to

I want revenge!

until the day I become

of our team will be new

clenched his teeth and asked,

“Yes.” Seeka nodded indiscernibly.

suddenly stepped towards

“I’ll notify their families.”

I don’t want

I’ll do it…

…

tickets in her hands. She was looking

beside her, observing his sister with a smile. He had a relaxed

heard the doorbell.

at their busy maid Bella, then she took the three tickets with her and stood up, looking a little confused. She briskly ran to

it was before, her face no longer skinny. The color of her skin had a ruddy

handle and opening the door, Melissa froze

man with black hair and green eyes. He looked handsome, but his face was unusually

who you are?” Melissa asked, feeling somewhat

draped a black formal coat over his white shirt. He said in a raspy voice, “I’m a colleague of

suddenly skipped a beat. She instinctively tiptoed to look behind Leonard but didn’t

with a strange quiver in her voice, “Where’s

as he said, “I’m very sorry, your brother Klein died at the hands of an evil criminal while he was

indiscernibly. The three tickets in her hands dropped helplessly onto the

faced upward, revealing the name of the play—”The Return of

…

living room, Leonard didn’t dare to look

he couldn’t stop scenes of what they looked

her eyes wide open. She didn’t speak, and her eyes were unfocused. Her silence made her

normal posture, but he would slip into a daze from time to time. His words came out

Company, the police department, and those that he helped

was hoarse as he asked, “Where’s his body? I’m asking where’s

his lips

can we see

You can see him now,” Leonard answered, unable

his rigid lips with great difficulty.

entered the bathroom and slammed the

sink and turned on the

down and repeatedly

his actions came to a sudden stop. Nothing changed for a long time, leaving only the sound of running water reverberating in the

saw that his face was covered in

…

few days later, in a corner of the Raphael

funeral, the crowd gathered before a new tombstone.