Lord of the Mysteries

In the Intis embassy of the City of Generosity, Bayam.

Helene sat in front of a dresser, looking at her beautiful yet somewhat frail reflection. She sat there in a daze for several minutes.

Her escape from the Black Death had been filled with anticipation and torment. She was afraid that any tiny mishap would cause her to be discovered by pirates or adventurers, causing her to be caught by Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy once again and making her lose all her freedom. She would then never be able to return to her hometown and return to the life she originally enjoyed.

Only when she used the meager connections left by her family did she manage to hide inside her country’s embassy and obtain a ticket to leave the sea, providing her a little relief.

However, this still wasn’t enough to make her feel at ease. She believed that everything would only be truly over when she stepped onto the Northern Continent.

With this in mind, Helene couldn’t help but raise her right hand and touch her cheeks which weren’t considered fair but was sufficiently healthy. She realized that her exquisiteness had improved significantly since her time as a sea merchant. She felt like time had reversed, making her mistake herself as returning to her days as a young lady.

In fact, after entering the Intis embassy, she had an additional choice other than escaping the sea—cooperate with the Church of Storms, Loen’s military, or the embassy. By using herself as bait, they could capture Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy.

But after considerable thought, she finally gave up on this plan. She even begged her family elder who was an officer in the embassy to keep the information of her hiding in there from others.

Regardless, she ultimately didn’t cause me any actual harm. Many a time, she indulged and satisfied me… Apart from every night… every night… But that’s only on the surface… Amid her recollections, Helene quickly blushed red.

Those intoxicating nights, the fiery passion from having limbs intertwined with each other, and the unimaginable pleasure flashed past her mind, leaving her unable to compose herself.

Helene slowly took a deep breath before exhaling.

She shook her head and made her pining for freedom, her homeland, and her family occupy her heart again.

She once again looked at her reflection and coiled up her drooping red hair.

Then, she thickened her eyebrows with makeup and darkened the contours, making her facial features sharper and pronounced.

After this round of make up, Helene looked more androgynous, with a maculine air to her.

Finally, she took off her clothes and used a cloth to flatten her chest. She then wore a white shirt, a black vest, men’s trousers, and a double-breasted frock coat.

Finally, she took a silk hat and wore it on her head, hiding the coiled red hair inside.

At this moment, her reflection appeared more like a handsome young man than a lady. Her emerald-like eyes specifically seemed to suit her getup, giving her an alluring level of profundity.

Helene patiently waited until someone knocked on her door.

good friend of

her. It was to send her to the harbor where she would board a liner and head for the Loen Kingdom’s Pritz Harbor. There, she would make a detour to return to

Beyonder powers. She carefully observed the

one I met before. He looks a little

to roll, she pursed her lips and looked out the window, watching one Intis parasol tree after another

her an inexplicable feeling as though

sunshine, located in the region of the Ryan River and Srenzo River. It was a radiant and

was Intis’s capital. After Emperor Roselle rebuilt it, it was in the true sense of the word, a world-class metropolis. It was also Helene’s hometown. She grew up there and often cried when she

suddenly felt something was amiss. The surrounding streets were turning more

although she spent most of her time in the Fog Sea and wasn’t too familiar with Bayam in

Helene moved from her seat and

was prepared to jump off the carriage and produce a fireball at any

with a sycophant smile, “Honorable

Many streets are narrow. Around noon and in the evening, it’s very easy to encounter jams. Walking would be even faster than taking a

so? Helene thought about it and believed his explanation. This

the roads. There’s sufficient space even today… Helene had this thought flash through her mind when she heard the

to have stepped on something.” The carriage driver stopped the carriage to the side and jumped

the area with the corner of her eye, she realized

tightened as she didn’t hesitate to attempt breaking through the carriage

overreaction or not,

her heart. It felt like she had been locked onto by an

level left her hesitant. She

heard a deep

“I won’t harm you.

have some questions

mind raced as she quickly considered the options

didn’t rashly escape. She sat back in her spot under

the situation

opened, and the thin and virile local carriage driver walked in. He sat opposite Helene, and he was

and carriage. This was a technique he had failed to properly learn while he was on the Tingen City’s Nighthawks squad. Due to the little amount of time he had, he didn’t master it sufficiently and could only use Creeping Hunger’s aura to successfully

over and took the carriage driver’s seat

round felt hat was pressed low, and he was dressed like a real carriage

in a guarded manner, like a

through her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyes, nose, mouth, neck, chest, waist, and legs. It left her extremely

back in Intis, in Trier, and during the days when she was out at sea. It was something that