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.

She followed the good friend of

carriage was there waiting for her. It was to send her to the harbor where she would board a liner and head for

carefully observed the surroundings, including the carriage

before. He looks a little nervous, but that’s normal… After Helene did her final checks, she thanked her family senior’s friend, carried her luggage,

lips and looked out the window, watching one Intis parasol

gave her an inexplicable feeling as

located in the region of the Ryan River and Srenzo River. It was a radiant and enchanting scene with all sorts of roses. It was a place with bustling arts and humanities, a sacred land for artists, musicians,

in the true sense of the word, a world-class metropolis. It was also Helene’s hometown. She grew up there and

something was amiss. The surrounding streets

sea merchant, although she spent most of her time in the Fog Sea and wasn’t too familiar with Bayam in the Sonia Sea, being

from her seat and

carriage and

look back as he continued looking forward. He said with a sycophant smile, “Honorable Lady, this route is closer, and it’s not that easy to

built years ago. Back then, there weren’t that many people or carriages. Many streets are narrow. Around noon and in the evening, it’s

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

districts, he had the foresight to widen the roads. There’s sufficient space even today… Helene

on something.” The carriage driver stopped the

originally didn’t think much of it, but sweeping the area with the corner of her eye, she realized that

hesitate to

was an overreaction or not, she

an intense horror surged out from the bottom of her heart. It felt like she had been

spiritual level left her hesitant. She didn’t dare to

heard

“I won’t harm you.

have some questions for

raced as she quickly considered the options placed before

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

the situation first before

virile local carriage driver walked in. He sat opposite Helene,

to act as the carriage driver, he had specifically practiced how to drive a horse 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

quickly ran over and took the carriage driver’s seat and

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

manner, like a leopard who

the man opposite her was sweeping through her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyes, nose, mouth, neck, chest, waist, and legs. It

during the days when she was out at sea. It was something that