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.

ladies in their beautiful dresses retract their gazes. She saw them lower their heads, pick up their spoons, and scoop

lips were stained with a tinge of red. Their faces appeared pale under the light of the crystal

head back and waited for dinner, secretly praying to the Goddess that

…

Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office.

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

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

Harris, laughed

how could they call themselves the

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

I’ve tried a few times and nothing happened.”

him and thought for a

to go to the

telegraph office will be closing,

lady with the curly brown hair was still as slow as

telegraph office’s door, and trudged toward the Storm cathedral, dozens of meters away, against the gusts of wind that seemed to be capable of sweeping away

as

gales gushed into his mouth and his whole voice was miserably stuffed

for a while, he wisely shut his mouth and stopped

to seven, and even in the evening, the main doors of the Storm cathedral were still open for its

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

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

he moved closer, patting the familiar

“Jayce, where’s your bishop?”

that pat, the

thud, it fell to the

the priest’s neck like a fountain,

heart, and

of sight was a world of blood, as well as a head that had finally stopped rolling and was staring upwards

…

the first-class restaurant, noticed that the wind which had been shaking the boat had

seconds, Klein walked all the way to the entrance of the cabin and asked

hide anything as he said, “Other than 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

went to the telegraph

nodded indiscernibly and returned to Room 312

by the window, looking at the waves that were stirred by the wind. Even without using the mysterious space above the

minutes, he still didn’t see Captain Elland

sideways at Danitz, making the famous pirate slouching

looked away, said nothing, and

took out the paper figurine, disguised himself, and went above the gray fog,

potential risks of Bansy Harbor, but now, after the wind had picked up, he

“Bansy Harbor is dangerous.”

held the spirit pendulum and began to recite the statement in a low

and over again, he opened his eyes and discovered that, although the topaz pendant was rotating clockwise, it wasn’t spinning at a fast frequency or with

limits… This is in contradiction to the revelation from before… Klein whispered to himself as he leaned his elbows on

danger wasn’t equal to the dormant danger. Only by triggering something