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 bid to break

Just as she was woefully thinking this in her mind, the pain flooded over her

and the despair, which she felt so deeply in her bones, seemed to no longer exist, as

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

is this place? Surprised, she looked around and saw numerous towering stone pillars,

very end of the long bronze table, she saw a mysterious figure shrouded in thick gray fog who seemed to be

he? Fors

remembered what she had

Xio had found in the “History of the Loen Kingdom’s Aristocracy,” an incantation that was suspected to be directed at some

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 stood

know who

the incantation as she blurted out,

are His Excellency,

nodded slightly and said, “Just

in which Fors was sitting on, the symbols and mysterious patterns formed by

layers upon layers of

symbol, he immediately associated it with the mention of Mr. Door

would come close

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

according to the other party’s actual circumstances. They didn’t have to necessarily join the Tarot

moment, waves of shock rose up in

It’s indeed The Fool… That honorable name

he want to make a

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

Mr. Fool ask with a smile, “You hear ravings from

in surprise and replied in a

“D-do you know the origin of those ravings? Do you know

a miserable 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 couldn’t be sure that the woman in front of him had

to not make any mistakes and to not embarrass himself in the future, he skipped over the question and said with a vague smile,

malicious, not

my help? But those ravings push me closer and closer to losing control.

and said, “That’s because you’re

too weak?” Fors was

storm brought about by him can rip you to pieces. Perhaps, just a glance from

through layers of obstructions in order to reach your ears. Deliberate control typically implies a failure to call for help. Heh heh, that’s if we assume

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,