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?

With them not being able to meet each other most of the time, the

she been switched? Ever since Klein became a Faceless, he

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

heard him calmly instruct, “Help me prepare some coffee and place

deal with tonight. You

“…”

suddenly,

understand what Admiral Amyrius had

forward to hug her before

time with

response came from the provided information, but he had

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

were like in private. For a Faceless to pull off a true disguise, they had to do

disappointment, but she

“Alright.

in the room. A bathrobe isn’t suitable for

She’s rather considerate and knows how to be 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

the slightly messy desk. Later, she waited for

Klein read the documents and information, acting as though he looked extremely professional. But in fact, he had little idea about the data and designs plans of

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

her from the corner of his eye, Klein relaxed completely. He

and tightly clasped the item resembling a black

allowing Admiral Amyrius to be even more mesmerized by me, so that he can gain extreme pleasure from me and bear me a

…

Klein flipped through the pile of documents placed in front of him. He followed the handling methods according to what the information indicated—he chose 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

he couldn’t understand had notes written with the

“busying” himself until midnight, Klein reached out to cover his mouth and yawned

to maintain sufficient strength and energy… Klein thought for a moment and gave

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

originally were and

He sighed silently. He half leaned his body as he kept his real eyes closed while his fake eyes were left open to “read” the

maintain his balance. He remained motionless like a stone

of time, Klein suddenly awoke from his dream. He sensed that there