Lord of the Mysteries

Desi County, Conant City, 67 Red Indus Street.

Wearing a commonly seen face in the Loen Kingdom, Klein took a step forward and rang the doorbell.

In less than a minute, the door creaked open as a maidservant looked out and asked out of curiosity, “Good evening, who might you be looking for?”

“I’m here to find Ma’am Neelu. I’m a friend of her father, Davy Raymond,” Klein answered calmly.

Derrick Raymond was the Nightmare who he had released from Creeping Hunger. It was a Red Glove from the Nighthawks, and the first thing on his mind before he dissipated was his daughter, Neelu Raymond. He was very apologetic towards her for not spending time with her while she grew up, making her effectively lose her father when she had already lost her mother. Klein had promised him that he would make a visit to the beautiful coastal city if he had the chance to visit his daughter.

Having probed for more information earlier, Klein had gained a general idea about Neelu Raymond’s situation. After this girl graduated from grammar school, she worked at the Women and Children Care Foundation which was run by the Church of the Evernight Goddess. She had a weekly salary of 2 pounds 10 soli and was the target of envy by her neighbors.

She also inherited an inheritance from her “businessman” father. As for how much it was, no one knew. They just knew that she was richer than most people from the middle-class.

Typically speaking, women with such wealth would place great emphasis on their marriage. They would repeatedly select and observe candidates, resulting in their late marriage. However, Neelu had married to a civil servant just a year later.

As both parties were believers of the Evernight Goddess, she didn’t take on her husband’s last name. She continued going by the name Neelu Raymond, and she continued staying at 67 Red Indus Street.

After hearing Klein’s answer, the maidservant quickly requested him to wait as she entered the living room to report to her mistress.

Before long, a woman in a home dress walked to the door. She had black hair and blue eyes. Her face was rather thin, and she was rather pretty. She resembled Davy Raymond.

“Good evening, sir. I’m Neelu, Davy Raymond’s daughter. May I know when you got to know my father?” Neelu Raymond asked politely but warily.

Klein took off his hat and smiled.

“I got to know him at sea. It’s been several years.”

Neelu Raymond swept him with a wary gaze and said, “Perhaps you might not know, but he has already passed away.”

Klein sighed and replied, “Yes, I know. I got to know him through that disaster. He had some words to say back then which I didn’t think too much about. However, the more I thought about it in recent years, the more I felt that I should inform you.”

“Is that so?” Neelu said softly. After some thought, she invited him. “Please come in. Would you mind if my husband listens in?”

“This is up to you to decide,” Klein frankly replied.

Neelu nodded and led Klein into the study. Her husband had the looks of an ordinary civil servant with a gentleman’s bearing. He put down his newspapers and followed them in.

After both parties sat down, Klein looked at the couple on the sofa and deliberated.

“Mr. Davy Raymond once experienced disaster after another. He lost his father, mother, wife, brothers, and sisters.”

Neelu nodded with a deadpan expression.

“I know.”

a merchant, but he was in fact seeking out the murderers

Neelu didn’t

dedicated himself to this matter, and he was very regretful that he didn’t manage to spend time with you

silent for a second before she rapidly

old books around

wish was to see you enter the hall of marriage under the witness of the Goddess, to have your own family, and to not be lonely

slowly moved away from Klein’s face as she turned agape, answering only two

“… I know.”

slightly as he

he died as a result of

loves you very much and that he’s very

silent for a few seconds as she blinked. She turned her head to the side

“Got it…”

deep

the message. It’s time I

Neelu’s husband nodded gently as a gesture

he twisted

kind of person do you think he

fell silent for a second, turned his head, and curled his lips.

any longer as he opened

wore his hat and left 67 Red Indus Street, soft, restrained sobbing

left the borough and entered a cathedral

sat in the seventh row from the back. He faced the crimson half-moon and the black Sacred Emblem filled with resplendent stars. He took off his hat, lowered his head, and held his hands to his

praying silently in the silence and tranquility, time quickly passed. Klein slowly opened his

where he sat, he left behind an item wrapped

and left the

wore his hat, raised his

Pa!

ignited where he sat, garnering the priest’s attention. When this gentleman rushed over, the flames had already extinguished, leaving behind a dark

didn’t know what the item was, his spiritual perception

he and the other priests rushed outside the cathedral, the gentleman in a tailcoat and half top hat had already

The next morning.

new identity as he came to the

as well as identification documents for himself. He held a black leather suitcase as he stood at the platform with his back

tall, and his black hair had a few silver strands. His deep

the identification documents, Klein’s eyes reflected his present name:

on the ground, laid it down, and opened it before stuffing all his identification documents

was a black wooden box containing

a whistle. A steam train chugged

it in silence. Then, he looked down at his suitcase and whispered, “It’s time to

carried his belongings, and walked to the open carriage