Lord of the Mysteries

The bathroom was partitioned inside. The emanating steam covered the entire bathtub.

Apart from his head, Klein’s entire body was soaked in the hot water. He lay there in such great comfort that he didn’t even wish to move his toes.

What a beautiful night… If only there was no Cynthia outside. I still have to deal with her later… Klein sighed as he considered what excuse to use to avoid being intimate with her.

In accordance with Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt’s traits, he decided to first use work as an excuse. After that would be the excuse of him not feeling well, him losing the ability to have sex, him needing some time to digest any medicine he had just taken, and how he had suddenly realized his true sexual orientation, making him find curly-haired baboons extremely attractive.

As for whether this would damage the admiral’s image, Klein didn’t feel the slightest bit of pressure. As long as he prevented Cynthia from suspecting that he was a fake Amyrius Rieveldt, he would’ve perfectly completed his mission.

The subsequent explanations for those excuses and how he finds an excuse to explain his recovery would all be Admiral Amyrius’s problem. What has that got to do with me, Gehrman Sparrow? And what has Gehrman Sparrow’s ruined reputation have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty? Klein stood up in satisfaction as he walked out to the dry partition while dropping wet. He got a bath towel and dried himself.

After changing into a hanging bathrobe, Klein inhaled silently as though he had unlocked a major enemy in his quest—he opened the door to the bathroom.

Seeing the corridor empty, with only the light from the wall lamps on both sides illuminating the darkness, Klein felt slightly relieved and was no longer as tensed.

This is almost the same feeling as challenging a pirate admiral… As he mumbled, he realized a serious problem. He had no idea which of the rooms was the master bedroom or study.

Regardless, I have to inform Cynthia; otherwise, it would make Admiral Amyrius appear strange… Klein recalled the layout of similar houses in an attempt to accurately find the master bedroom.

At this moment, the door to the room diagonally across him creaked open. Cynthia, who was draped in a silk nightgown, walked over.

Her blonde hair appeared wet and messy as they cascaded down. There were even a few strands of hair fluttering in front of her blue eyes and bright-red lips. It hid the glow in her eyes as her lips were somewhat closed. She appeared extremely alluring under the dim environment.

The neckline of the silk nightgown was very open, as snow-whiteness and a deep cleavage was reflected in Klein’s eyes.

“…”

Klein nearly raised his head to look at the ceiling to avoid the intense stimulation.

Calm down, calm down. You are Amyrius Rieveldt… Besides, you’ve seen a half-naked Demoness before… Compared to an Ailment Maiden, this lady’s charms are clearly insufficient. Wait, why am I thinking about Demonesses? Who knows if they were formerly men or women… Klein maintained his gaze as he sized her up and down with a “teasing” tone.

In that instant, he could sense that primal desire, but there was no response from his nether regions…

This is the result of the temporary contract? In fact, Admiral Amyrius didn’t need to go through the trouble. Even if I have the urge, I’ll be able to control myself… What kind of situation haven’t I encountered before?

about one to two years ago? With them not being able to meet each other most of the time, the Admiral has to coax her each time

she find her standing as his mistress unstable, or has she been switched?

bit by bit under Amyrius’s scrutiny. Her face was tainted with a horrified blush—she

she heard him calmly instruct, “Help me prepare

tonight. You don’t

“…”

raised her head suddenly, her embarrassed

to understand what Admiral Amyrius

and went forward to hug her before kissing

spend lots of time with you in

came from the provided information, but

Admiral Amyrius would wear the same stoic face while spending time with his mistress, even when having sex. He looked stern in whatever

be viewed from the surface, and it was impossible to imagine what they were like in private. For a Faceless to

look of disappointment, but she quickly restrained those

“Alright.

nightgown is in the room.

understanding… Klein watched as Cynthia turned and entered the room. She pulled at the bell. As for him, he took this opportunity to take off his bathrobe and change into a dark red nightgown with trousers

messy desk. Later, she waited for the maidservant to finish making the coffee before personally taking it

information, acting as though he looked extremely professional. But in fact, he had little idea about the

this domain, all he knew were carriers, air domination, the main

the corner of his eye, Klein relaxed completely. He knew that he had finally survived

and tightly clasped the item resembling a black rhinoceros horn which was the length

prayed, Oh great Mother Tree of Desire, please, make me more alluring, allowing Admiral Amyrius to be even more

…

the simple ones and signed Amyrius Rieveldt’s name on them. The reason why he could mimic his signature was because Faceless allowed him to remember a target’s unique traits, while Clown gave him the

complicated ones he couldn’t understand had notes written with

Klein reached out to

plenty of challenges tomorrow. I have to maintain sufficient strength and energy… Klein thought for a moment and gave up the

right hand and pressed down on his half-closed eyes. He pulled them down and moved his eyes to his nose

opened up two slits where Klein’s eyes originally were

technique back in school… He sighed silently. He half leaned his body as he kept his

specialty as a Clown allowed him to maintain his balance. He remained

his dream. He sensed that there was a force attempting to pull him into a deep slumber before