Lord of the Mysteries

Donna jerked back, her pupils constricting, her mouth half-open as her scream reached her lips.

If she hadn’t seen the messenger before, then she would’ve long lost control of herself and staggered to her feet in terror, unconcerned whether she would flip over the tables or chairs.

Fortunately, she was no longer the young lady who was completely ignorant of the matters of the sea when she first boarded the White Agate. Her voice had only become slightly sharper as she pointed outside the window and stammered, “Th-there’s a zombie!

“A headless zombie!”

She used the most commonly seen zombie in folklore to describe the terrifying thing she had just seen.

Cecile shot to her feet and rushed to Donna’s side. She looked curiously out of the window where the raging wind was blowing and observed for a few seconds.

“There’s nothing,” she said truthfully.

Donna shrank back, mustered her courage, and cautiously leaned forward only to see the trees outside swaying, with random clutter flying everywhere. There wasn’t a single pedestrian.

“Th-there really was someone there. H-he was wearing a black cloak, and he had no head. His neck was bleeding!” Donna said while gesturing in an attempt to convince the adults in the room.

Her father, Urdi Branch, propped himself up from the table, went to the window, and looked out for a moment.

“Donna, you aren’t allowed to read that ‘Fonce’s Horror Stories Anthology’ anymore tonight!”

“B-but…” Donna felt aggrieved and wanted to defend herself.

At this moment, Cleves came up to the second floor and approached, asking, “What happened?”

“Donna said she saw a zombie, a headless zombie,” the other bodyguard, Teague, explained with a chuckle.

Cleves was silent for two seconds, then he nodded at Donna.

“It’s okay, this shall pass.

“The wind outside is very strong and dangerous. We’ll leave when things calm down.”

In the eyes of Donna, Uncle Cleves’s words indicated that he believed her and had chosen the safest solution. But in the eyes of Urdi, Teague, and the others, this was merely a clumsy tactic to comfort a child.

Seeing that Donna was still a little nervous and that his real employer wasn’t too satisfied, Cleves pulled out a chair and sat down as he calmly said, “There’s a strange tradition in Bansy Harbor. They don’t leave the buildings or respond to any knocks on the door when the weather turns stormy at night.”

“If you open the door, will you be taken away by the zombie?” Denton suddenly asked in enlightenment, having seen the messenger with his sister.

“You can think of it that way.” Cleves picked up a glass of water and took a sip.

So that’s how it is… Donna calmed down, believing that she wouldn’t encounter that horrible zombie as long as she didn’t leave the restaurant.

It was only then that she noticed that the surrounding customers had all cast their gazes over due to the commotion.

Being stared at by so many people, Donna felt uncomfortable from head to toe. She instinctively wanted to lower her head to avoid everything.

I didn’t do anything wrong! I really saw it! Donna obstinately straightened her neck and looked around.

tailcoats and the ladies in their beautiful dresses retract their gazes. She saw them lower their heads, pick

a tinge of red. Their faces appeared pale under the light of the crystal chandelier.

and waited for dinner, secretly praying to the Goddess that the gale would cease as soon as

…

Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office.

mate finished sending their report to the Navy, they realized that the wind outside was howling and that the nearby doors and windows

here is always so unstable.” Elland put on his boat-shaped hat and

first mate, Harris, laughed out

call themselves

Legends say that you’ll lose your head because of that.” the telegraph office’s staff, a young lady with curly brown hair, reminded them in a slow

a few times and nothing happened.”

and thought for a

it be okay to go to

office will

lady with the curly brown hair was still

toward the Storm cathedral, dozens of meters away, against the gusts

Mate Harris, who was holding onto his hat, followed the captain as if to express his desire to rush directly

strong gales gushed into his mouth and his whole

croaking for a while, he wisely shut his mouth and stopped making obviously

in the evening, the main doors of the Storm cathedral were still open for

significantly when it reached the area. At the very least, Elland and Harris no longer had to worry about their hats

cathedral, they walked down the dark and solemn aisle. They stepped into the prayer hall and saw a man in a dark blue priest robe sitting in the front pew. He was quietly gazing at the huge Storm Sacred Emblem, made up of the symbols of the wind, waves, and lightning, on

as he moved closer, patting the familiar

“Jayce, where’s your bishop?”

pat, the priest’s head

it fell forward, and with a loud thud, it fell to the

the priest’s neck like a

his heart, and Elland’s

that was left in his line of sight was a world of blood, as well as a

…

and Danitz, who came out of the first-class restaurant, noticed that the wind which had been shaking the

way to the entrance of the cabin and asked the crew, “Who

the Branch family and the Timothy family at the Green Lemon Restaurant, all the other passengers have returned before the gale started. Heh heh, that place is quite far away,

and First Mate went to

returned to Room 312 in

the window, looking at the waves that were stirred by the wind. Even without using the mysterious space above the gray fog to divine, his own spiritual intuition made him vaguely sense that something bad was brewing

didn’t see

the famous pirate slouching in the

away, said nothing, and went into

the door behind him, took out the paper figurine, disguised

considered the potential risks of Bansy Harbor, but now, after the wind had picked up, he intended to confirm the current level

“Bansy Harbor is dangerous.”

pendulum and began to recite the statement

over and over again, he opened his eyes and discovered that, although the topaz pendant was rotating clockwise,

is in contradiction to the revelation from before… Klein whispered to himself as he leaned his elbows on the edge of the long

equal to the dormant