Lord of the Mysteries

She isn’t dead? She managed to escape? She’s actually trying to seek revenge for Prince Edessak? At that moment that he saw Trissy, Klein nearly lost control of his expression.

Although he had guessed it based on the conversation, he still felt it exceeded his expectations when the truth was placed before him.

Without even the need for a dream divination, he could still recall the Great Smog of Backlund. Trissy had conversed with him, and back then, she was eager to escape Prince Edessak’s control and escape the manipulation of her fate by the hidden person behind the scenes. She felt her daily life was filled with pain.

This Demoness who was once a man had sold her soul to an evil god to help avenge Prince Edessak? What kind of crappy trite romance plot point is this!? The corners of Klein’s lips twitched as he “saw” Walter throw a bag of food to Trissy. After “hearing” him give a few words of advice, he turned and left the secluded path.

At this moment, a figure appeared from Member of Parliament Macht’s house. It was within Klein’s line of sight from where he was standing. It followed the shadows in the street as it quickly approached the entrance to the sewer. She was none other than Hazel who held a mystical item from the Marauder pathway.

She’ll encounter Walter… This isn’t some entrance to the sewers! It’s clearly the entrance to a bustling city! Klein looked down and nearly facepalmed.

Upon arriving at the manhole, Hazel warily observed her surroundings for a few seconds before moving the cover away and climbing down. The entire process was done in one fell swoop without any signs of delay.

Stepping onto the slightly moist ground, she followed the rusted metal pipes and the sewage that slowly flowed with a clear destination in mind.

Suddenly, she felt her back turn cold as a chill ran down her spine. Her hair began to stand on end.

Right on the heels of that, Hazel seemed to plunge into a freezing river, and she felt a coldness that was overcoming her body.

She was horrified to see herself walking in a different direction, heading straight for the wall with metal pipes. And this was completely against her will!

Horror filled Hazel’s mind before she received a reprieve from her numb thoughts. She infused all her spirituality into the necklace on her neck.

The seven green gems on the necklace were equidistant from each other. Embedded around them were tiny diamonds. In the absolute darkness, they still swirled with a faint lustrous glow.

Suddenly, a gem lit up as the green glow illuminated Hazel’s ghastly face.

She leaned against the wall and paused for a moment. She moved her feet forward in an awkward manner before retracting them.

At that instant, the coldness Hazel felt had paused for a moment.

to use her spirituality to light up another green gem.

symbols and patterns appeared in her mind as her spirituality and

had stolen the

mouth to shout when she found her hands losing

Shriek turned into a muffle as she took a few brisk steps to the wall. She

it was useless. She wasn’t even

filled with horror and indignation. Tears began to well

from another path, returning

Hazel suddenly regained control of her body.

raised her hands in surprise, using her night vision to take a glance. Following that, she looked

her right hand, carefully stood

flee in panic, but she instead warily prepared for

black street lamp emitting its light, illuminating the streets that still had the remnant

up her pace and run home. Midway, she suddenly turned back, nervously and frantically closing the

this, she followed the shadows and entered her garden. With the help of

any room to think. She widened her eyes and subconsciously looked around. Slowly,

raised her left arm, hoping to use her clothes to wipe her face, but she paused midway, switching to using a handkerchief from her

…

the sewers, Senor appeared with his dark

under Klein’s control, he went invisible again as

looked up

the looks of it, you have no

lady was quite

had sensed Hazel

appeared as

will only bring you

she had done. He knew how she had incited the passengers and crew on the Alfalfa, causing them to kill each other out at sea. He also knew how she

mystery of Prince Edessak’s death was equivalent to the truth

I wouldn’t have such a psychological burden. The crimes she had committed had long doomed her to

middle-aged before her and