Lord of the Mysteries

Klein had just put on his double-breasted frock coat, picked up his half top hat, and was walking toward the door when he heard a series of illusory prayers.

Who is it? He frowned slightly and listened, but he could only confirm that the supplicant was a woman and that her voice was staccato, as though she were in great pain.

Since he had nothing particularly urgent to tend to, the newly-advanced Magician, Klein, casually tossed his half top hat onto the coat rack accurately, and he returned to his bedroom. After taking four steps counterclockwise, he entered the majestic palace.

This time, he didn’t see any illusory star expanding or contracting with a deep red glow. Instead, at the end of the ancient, mottled bronze table, by the side of The Fool’s seat was a clear radiance rippling out.

It’s a prayer from a non-Tarot Club member… Is it Xio or that lady with curly brown hair? Klein speculated as he took his seat.

Since he had already emptied his anonymous account, he didn’t suspect that someone was trying to steal his wealth.

Leaning back, Klein pointed with his left hand, spreading out his spirituality to touch the rippling light.

The scene around him suddenly changed. He saw the overturned coffee table, the slanted sofa, books and papers strewn all over the floor, and a woman with brown hair struggling in pain.

At the same time, Klein heard her prayers.

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

“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog…

“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…

“Save me, save me…”

Save me? From the looks of it, she seems to be losing control. Her hair is growing longer at a discernible speed, and her skin is covered with a layer of sinister white light. How could I possibly save her… Klein observed carefully for a few seconds, then mumbled to himself, feeling stumped.

It was at this moment that he detected in the woman’s anguished pleas a faint, illusory, indistinct raving.

Yes, a raving!

These ravings were similar to the ones he experienced before rising above the gray fog, but it had no madness or evil to it at all. Furthermore, it didn’t contain any obvious malice.

It appears that this lady’s state of nearly losing control is a result of hearing the ravings… If she stops hearing it, could she be able to calm down and turn for the better? In thought, Klein reached his hand out to the rippling circle of light.

Following that, he allowed his spirituality to gush out of his body, establishing a firm and mysterious connection

After advancing to Magician, his spirituality had become a lot more abundant, and the burden in this aspect had decreased accordingly.

…

felt her thoughts were like boiling water. They were constantly bubbling in a

dying… I don’t want to, I don’t want to become a monster…” Just as she was woefully thinking this in her mind, the pain flooded

madness, and the despair, which she felt so deeply in her bones,

managed to endure through it so quickly today? Isn’t it longer during a Blood Moon? Confused, Fors opened her eyes which she had unconsciously closed. She found an endless grayish-white fog beneath her, and

looked around and saw numerous towering stone pillars, as well

very end of the long bronze table, she saw a mysterious

this place? Who is he? Fors

what she had

“History

evil spirits! He was actually able to temporarily help me get rid of the harmful effects of those terrifying ravings… He even pulled me into this strange world… This… While Fors suppressed the fear in her heart, she half

know who

moment, she suddenly recalled the contents of the incantation as she blurted out,

are His Excellency, The

slightly and said, “Just

spoke, he noticed on the back of the chair in which Fors was sitting on,

interior of the room was covered with layers upon layers of

immediately associated it with the mention of Mr. Door in Roselle’s

come close to the real world

have something to do with Mr. Door? Hmm… It’s the night of the Blood Moon tonight, an enhanced version of the full moon… This lady corresponds to a door, and the symbol on the back of Miss Xio’s seat is similar to the Sword of Judgment…

this, he confirmed that once a stable connection was established and that if the other party was a Beyonder, the symbol behind the seat would change according to the other party’s actual circumstances. They didn’t have to necessarily join the Tarot Club and come to the mysterious space above the gray

of shock

It’s indeed The Fool… That honorable name

Will he want to make a transaction

— it’s at least better than losing control from those ravings… I guess I managed to claw my life back. Whatever happens in the future would just be

Fool ask with a smile,

does he know? Fors looked over in surprise

of those ravings? Do you know

words that would shape his image, but when he thought about it, he couldn’t be sure that the

to not embarrass himself in the future, he skipped over the question and said with a vague smile, “He might not necessarily

weren’t malicious, not crazy

losing control. If you hadn’t

“That’s because you’re

too weak?” Fors was stunned and at

briefly explained, “The difference in your life’s natural order and his is too great. Perhaps, just by breathing normally, the storm brought about by him can rip you to pieces. Perhaps, just a glance

need to pass through layers of obstructions in order to reach your ears. Deliberate control typically implies a failure to call

is too great… I would die from just one glance from him… Fors was stunned from what she heard. After quite some time, she forced a smile and said, “This reminds me of