Lord of the Mysteries

On a mountain outside Bayam City, in a forest that had lost all its vitality because it was buried by a half-collapsed cliff.

A tall, stocky middle-aged man with deep blue hair was wearing a Storm priest robe as he stood in the air and overlooked the area. There was a clear burning rage in his eyes.

He was none other than the Church of Storms Cardinal, Archbishop of the Rorsted Sea, high-ranking deacon of the Mandated Punishers, Sea King Jahn Kottman.

At that moment, the battle from before was still fresh in Kottman’s mind. He remembered how every participant in the battle retreated.

The angel from the Rose School of Thought had used a particular method to transfer “His” powers over from a great distance. After “He” failed to achieve “His” objectives, “He” rather easily brought away “His” heavily injured partner, and no one wanted “Him” to stay, aside from the strange monster that appeared out of nowhere. Jahn Kottman remembered very vividly that when the angel retracted “His” arm, it had sparse white feathers on the black, sticky arm. From the top of the skull and from inside the erected eye, they grew from unimaginable spots. And all of this was because the Rose School of Thought’s angel was dodging the glove with the True Creator’s aura while using some of “His” strength to shatter what seemed like an ordinary copper whistle.

Shortly after the sinister and strange spirit world creature engaged in battle with the angel, it voluntarily retreated into the depths of the spirit world, preventing Jahn Kottman from pursuing it.

The Aurora Order saint who had opened a Door of Teleportation didn’t participate in the battle. After observing the situation in puzzlement, he picked up the glove with the True Creator’s aura, and he opened the door to leave before the battle ended.

The strange monster that was summoned because of the copper whistle didn’t have a fixed form. “He” was like the manifestation of death itself. “He” was like a mist that filled the surroundings but had many feathers with yellowish marks on it. “His” target was obvious—the angel of the Rose School of Thought. Before the latter escaped, “He” had also vanished from the area as though it were in pursuit of “His” target. But even so, Jahn Kottman, who had taken a Sealed Artifact from the city and rushed here, still felt uneasy. It felt like suddenly jumping forward while on his long journey towards death.

The only person without any godhood had fled the scene before Jahn Kottman arrived, and he was nowhere to be found.

However, Jahn Kottman recognized him.

He was an adventurer who had killed a Sequence 5 Desire Apostle, making him qualified to have his information placed on Sea King’s desk!

Although this wasn’t something that he needed to pay great attention to, Jahn Kottman, who had experienced the Seafarer Sequence, still remembered the relevant information.

He cast his gaze towards the cliff and looked down at the crashing waves as he muttered a name: “Gehrman Sparrow!”

…

On an island in unknown waters, Klein and Azik’s figures were rapidly outlined on the shore.

bronze-skinned Azik’s eyes suddenly turned dark, as though it was connected to a silent and dark

with his right hand, and all the undeveloped white

vanished as though they had turned into food for the silent

by that Numinous Episcopate whistle.” Klein first pointed out the matter before explaining in detail. “The situation was somewhat pressing, and to make the situation even more chaotic, I blew that

facial features, nodded gently and said, “I sensed it from

Beyonder. I suspect that it’s a byproduct of the Numinous Episcopate’s Artificial

that Rose School of Thought angel? Klein

around and continued, “I still have matters that require my

to claim that ring left behind by ancient Death.

places, the forces the Rose School of Thought can deploy are very limited. They wouldn’t dare to act rashly. Of course, it’s best that you choose places like Pasu Island where major Churches have their headquarters,

like an ordinary Loen gentleman. The experiences of his present life seemed to leave a deep impression

different personalities? What a profound question. I’ll let Miss Justice consider it later and seek advice from the Psychology Alchemists… As Klein was thinking, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that Mr. Azik wasn’t delving into why

Azik shook his head.

even know of ‘Her’ existence before you

know the Mother Tree of Desire? Klein was taken aback as he switched to asking, “Then what about the Chained

again as he said with a smiling sigh, “In ancient times, ‘She’ or ‘They’ might

School of Thought was born in the early Fifth Epoch in the Southern Continent… Klein nodded and didn’t ask further. And since Azik had matters which needed his attention, he gave a few words of advice before bringing him

shore for a few seconds. He wasn’t in a rush to head for the nearby city; instead, he found an uninhabited cave, set up a simple ritual, and created a wall of spirituality. He sacrificed Creeping Hunger, Death Knell, Azik’s copper whistle, Groselle’s Travels,

steps counterclockwise and entered the mysterious space. He took the

wearing his glove and stuffing

story start right from the beginning, with the addition of a new character… Klein looked at the book

his vision turned into a blur, as though

found himself sitting on a long wooden

was where he had departed

Klein joked inwardly as he took out the mud stained with Senor’s blood before snapping

received, he walked out of the city, entered a nearby forest,

ten minutes had passed since