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.”

but he was

didn’t object to

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

second before she rapidly

gaze to the old books

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

as she turned agape, answering only two seconds

“… I know.”

slightly as he clasped

said that he might die at sea, and he wanted me to tell you that he died as a result

that he loves you

She turned her

“Got it…”

her a deep look

done passing on the message. It’s

with silence, Neelu’s husband nodded gently as

study. Just as he twisted

person do you think he

second, turned his head, and curled his lips. He said with a

stay any longer as he opened the door and walked to

and left 67 Red Indus Street, soft, restrained sobbing

his head silently, Klein left the borough and entered a cathedral of

he sat in the seventh row from the back. He faced the crimson half-moon and the black Sacred Emblem filled with

time quickly passed. Klein slowly opened his eyes as he gently

where he sat, he left behind an item wrapped in

left the prayer

hall, he wore his hat, raised his right

Pa!

attention. When this gentleman rushed

was, his spiritual perception told

the cathedral, the gentleman in a tailcoat

The next morning.

obtained a new

his hand was a second-class ticket worth 18 soli, as well as identification documents for himself. He held a black leather suitcase as he stood at the platform with

a middle-aged man who was nearing his forties. He was slightly more than 180 cm tall, and his black hair had a few silver strands. His deep blue eyes were like

documents, Klein’s eyes reflected his present name:

thought, he placed the suitcase on the ground, laid it down, and opened it before

was a black wooden box containing the former Loen soldier, Frunziar Edward’s

a whistle. A steam train chugged into the station spewing

his gaze forward as he examined it in silence. Then, he looked down at

his belongings, and