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.

use her spirituality to light up another green gem. She raised her right hand, aimed

many mysterious symbols and patterns appeared in her mind as her

stolen the

to open her mouth to shout when she found her hands losing control again. She forcefully and quickly covered her mouth with

as she took a few brisk steps to the wall. She turned into another fork before crouching down in the

was useless. She wasn’t even capable of activating the necklace on

eyes widened as they filled with horror and indignation. Tears began to well in her eyes before slowly

out from another path,

Hazel suddenly regained control of

surprise, using her night vision to take a glance. Following that, she looked around

the necklace with her right hand, carefully stood up, and headed for the

she instead warily prepared for

Street where she saw the black street lamp emitting its light, illuminating

run home. Midway,

doing all of this, she followed the shadows and entered her garden. With the help of the gas and water pipes,

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

her left arm, hoping to use her clothes to wipe her face, but

…

abilities needed to react. She’s not a complete newbie… In the sewers, Senor

he went invisible again as he

Wraith approached, the black-dressed Trissy looked up

it, you have no

lady was quite

had sensed Hazel and

figure appeared as

killing her will only bring you

each other out at sea. He also knew how she

to the truth of the Great Smog of

getting Trissy to do it, I wouldn’t have such a psychological burden. The crimes she had committed had long doomed her to hell! The only problem is that she

at the middle-aged before her and