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.

…

They were constantly bubbling in a

want to, I don’t want to become a monster…” Just as she was woefully thinking

she felt so deeply in her bones, seemed to

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 in front of her was an ancient, mottled bronze

around and saw numerous towering stone pillars, as well as a towering palace that was propped up

bronze table, she saw a mysterious figure shrouded in thick gray fog who seemed

this place? Who is he? Fors turned

she remembered what

in the “History of the Loen Kingdom’s Aristocracy,” an incantation that was

ravings… He even pulled me into

I know who

the incantation as she blurted out, “You

are His

slightly and said, “Just

he noticed on the back of the chair in which Fors was sitting on, the symbols and mysterious patterns formed by

one or two seconds, the interior of the room was covered with layers upon layers of doors. Numerous

associated it with

a full moon, the other party would come close to the real world and let out

tonight, an enhanced version of the full moon… This lady corresponds to

behind the seat would change according to the other

of shock rose up

It’s indeed The Fool… That honorable name does point towards a powerful

he want? Will he want to make

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

suddenly heard Mr. Fool ask with a smile,

looked over in

ravings? Do you know who is trying to harm me?

wretch who is lost in the darkness and trapped in a storm… Klein had intended to reply with the words that would shape his image, but when he thought about it, he

and said with a

the ravings weren’t malicious,

push me closer and closer to losing control. If you hadn’t helped me, I

and said, “That’s because you’re too

weak?” Fors was stunned and at

is too great. Perhaps, just by breathing normally, the storm brought about by him can rip you to pieces.

that he can’t communicate normally with you. However, his voice might need to pass through layers of obstructions in order to reach your ears. Deliberate control typically

in our life’s natural order 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