Lord of the Mysteries

In the dark night, and within the green vine forest, Klein closed his eyes as he listened to that musical movement that was emitted from the sky.

He felt calm in both body and mind, but he felt a faint sense of depression and sadness grow, emanate, and resonate.

After an unknown period of time, the soothing melody finally disappeared as the hanging pea vines gently swayed in the night wind.

Klein sighed silently as he opened his eyes and looked up. He saw that Queen Mystic Bernadette had handed over the orifice-filled human skull back to the “servant” that was half-man, half-wind.

“It’s done.” Bernadette’s gentle and calm voice sounded.

“Thank you for your help.” Klein bowed once again as he controlled Wraith Senor to return to his side.

At this moment, the pea vines retracted upwards and slowly turned faint. Soon, the green forest vanished.

Klein and Senor simultaneously landed at the entrance to the bridge. There was no one around this silent area, apart from a platoon of soldiers whose backs were facing him. There was nothing different from before.

The fairytale-like scene from before was like an illusion.

Only then did Klein have the time to observe his marionette. He discovered that his marionette appeared more like a dead man than before. His face was pale and his aura cold. He gave off an obvious sense of gloom.

This is likely the result of a single high-dosage of contamination… If it’s just guarding Chanis Gate for one to two times a week, with each duty happening during the day, it wouldn’t be this serious. It’s impossible that two months is the limit… If that’s the case, even if it’s the church of an orthodox deity, it won’t be able to afford such losses… I expect a normal Keeper to live for several years, or even more than ten years. However, it’s easy to mutate midway and lose control… Sigh, they likely already know of the outcome when they chose to become Keepers… Klein felt poignant as he made Senor project himself onto the gold coin inside the iron cigar case.

Following that, he used Traveling to head out to sea. After selecting food for Creeping Hunger, he returned to his master bedroom’s bathroom in 160 Böklund Street.

…

5th June. Sunday. Inside the Hall family castle.

Audrey was sitting in front of a study desk as she admired the sight of the mystical item she had just acquired.

Its outer appearance was that of a black fishnet glove that reached the elbow. It appeared to be a product of the royal family that came with a sense of magnificence and elegance.

This was the item the Artisan had made after some time, using the Mentor of Confusion Beyonder characteristic she had obtained from The World Gehrman Sparrow.

Audrey had previously asked her father, Earl Hall, and obtained the answer: “You can buy it and use it for yourself. Having such filial thoughts is already good enough.” Hence, she specially instructed Mr. Hanged Man to get the Artisan to make it into an item that could be carried around by a lady.

This also made her suspect if her father had better mystical items, or if the Church of the Goddess provided him rather high-level protection.

The Hanged Man’s description, this fishnet glove gave the

of one’s dignity and body, making surrounding

to distort a target’s words, actions, and intent. It allowed one to formulate a certain order that provided them with

to feel a great sense of fondness, making it difficult to have any thoughts of animosity or even wish to fight the wearer. If

a target or surrounding area, making it difficult for attacks to land on the wearer, and making the enemy easily “choose” to make the

effects. However, what vexed her was that the Artisan’s level was lacking.

wearer would enter a state of Chaos after wearing it for more than three minutes. Audrey had tried it previously, and she had made a mistake without realizing it when

bathtub, and then finish washing up. However, Audrey had first entered the bathtub, filled it with cold water,

about was that she had eventually controlled herself and hadn’t called her lady’s maid in

me feel like a curly-haired baboon!

acceptable because she was a Psychiatrist. She could often check on herself and eliminate her dark

All I can do is bring it with me. I’ll wear it at critical moments. Ah, right, I still have Lie. It will amplify my emotions, so combined with the glove, it will only worsen the darkness in my heart. The current me might not be able to withstand it… Audrey’s green eyes

she heard

“Miss Audrey,

fishnet glove on the door as she

matching vest, touched his beautiful beard and said with a chuckle, “Are you not ready? We’ll be returning to

will be

at Annie and

season

daughter and asked with a laugh, “Have

pursed her lips

“Of course.

up and putting it into a bag. Susie will

situations of chaos and confusion, and its dark psychological problems could be treated by Audrey

taken aback as he praised with a

but she said in a reserved manner, “I

Earl, thank you

potion and attempt an advancement! Audrey

…

night. 160 Böklund

street through the gap in the curtains. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat

on beginning his plan of stealing

he had made his marionette enter a contaminated state. From his frequent visits to the cathedral for praying, bible studies, and donations, he had figured out the Keepers’ duty roster. There was only one thing left that was

secretly replace his target without anyone noticing