Lord of the Mysteries

The Blue Avenger was like a leaf on the surface of the undulating waves of the Sonia Sea. At times, it was raised high and sometimes low from the ebbing of the waves, but there was no sign of it being at risk of capsizing.

Alger Wilson stood in the captain cabin, his back to the shelves of red and white wine, as he subconsciously paced around.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and returned to the mahogany desk with a grim expression. He removed the brass sextant, found a piece of paper and a pen, and leaned over to draw the complex, mysterious symbol given to him by The Fool.

With a Seafarer’s memory, Alger quickly completed the first step of the sacrificial ritual.

Then, he opened the drawer and took out a candle. He set up the ritual according to the dualism principles and placed a candle above the symbol that was formed by the combination of the Pupil-less Eye and the partial contorted lines. One candle was placed in the middle that represented the person making the sacrifice.

After cleaning up all the items on the table, Alger condensed pure water in the palm of his hand and wiped the altar clean. He then used the silver dagger from the ceremony to create a sealing wall that surrounded his desk.

After doing all this, he used his spirituality to light up the two candles and retreated a few steps under the dim light.

Taking a deep breath, Alger lowered his head and recited in ancient Hermes,

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era,

“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.

“Your devoted servant prays for your attention,

“I pray for you to take his offerings.

“I pray for you to open the gates to your Kingdom.”

…

This ancient incantation reverberated within the wall of spirituality, stirring up spiraling gales as they swept forth with the force of nature.

It was the oldest sacrificial language created by human Beyonders, and it contained many mysteries itself. However, it lacked sufficient protection for the user.

Bearing with the pain that was akin to having knives slicing across his skin, Alger took out a small dark brown glass bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, and poured out a lot of sesame-shaped granules.

These granules swirled with a metallic luster and exuded an indescribable sense of beauty.

Alger scattered these granules into the wind.

Whoosh!

The gale grew stronger but was no longer tempestuous. It was dyed in two separate colors—silver and black.

candle flame that symbolized The Fool, burgeoning

Klein witnessed the appearance of the hazy door behind his high-back chair. He could feel

suddenly had a premonition and immediately spread out his

Creak!

sounds, the

from an innumerable number of almost invisible shadows. They were lustrous splendors encompassing massive amounts of knowledge. Situated above them was the thick gray fog with

to involuntarily tremble. It was a deep

both hands, and, with his head bowed, he raised the palm-sized object which was constantly changing in color and had a soft feel to the

the sudden appearance and instant disappearance of a suction force. He lost the slight tingling sensation that the Rainbow

dare raise his head until he heard the deep voice of The Fool echoing

“You did well.”

my honor,” Alger answered

had disappeared. The gale had stopped, and the candle

with a complicated expression and said to himself silently, In the beginning, only people could be pulled into the world above the gray fog… After a while, responses could be made by listening to prayers… Now, sacrifices and bestowment can be performed… Mr. Fool is freeing himself from his predicament one step at a time, and bit by bit, will

frightened and worried Alger, but he also felt a bit

Tarot Club —

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Klein was playing with the pituitary gland of the Rainbow Salamander. Various colors were reflected on his face as they constantly changed

palm, and a strong sense of accomplishment filled

reflecting over the situation, Klein extended his spirituality and sent his will

quietly on the edge of the bed. She would restlessly flip through the books by her bed and

of The Hanged Man’s sacrificial ritual, but she was also afraid that the result would

However, Susie can talk and think, so she’s an entity with her own dignity.

fog suddenly appeared before her eyes, and in the depths of the fog,

a smile, “Miss Justice, the attempt was successful. Have you

role in this matter. She held back her excitement and said, “Yes,

then, she didn’t know which materials could be considered to contain spirituality. She had merely moved them from the family treasury in

and said, “When do you plan

that there are no Beyonders

at the tightly-shut door,

can do

Klein tersely acknowledged.

described previously.

prays for your

to open the gates to

you to give me

this, use the dualism

urge to nod, and she began

opened, and a scene even more illusory than the starry sky appeared,

been pursuing. This is the kind of feeling I’ve always wanted! She praised Mr. Fool

for The Fool, it’s worship. Audrey silently explained herself in