Lord of the Mysteries

Saint Hierländ Square, in the northwestern corner, at the third story of a restaurant.

When the wolf specter with the rose appeared in front of Ernes Boyar, the silver-haired, scarlet-eyed Mistral retracted his gaze from Ernes Boyar. Darkness suffused from behind him as countless tiny bats flew within.

Bribe… Just as this Sanguine Earl silently muttered this single word, he “saw” the toppled carriage, “heard” the neighing of the horse, and “smelled” all kinds of smells. However, he wasn’t able to instantly find the origin of the disturbance and accident.

At this moment, his “vision” darkened as his “eyes” seemed to lose the ability to take in light. The din in his “ears” also halted!

Earl Mistral chortled inwardly as he immediately fused with the bats behind him, re-materializing beside Ernes Boyar.

Suddenly, in his black “vision,” a point of light appeared.

This point of light rapidly expanded as it grew brighter and brighter. A golden figure with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings walked out of it!

The pairs of wings spread out, blanketing Mistral’s “vision,” causing light and darkness to mix. This created mysterious and complicated symbols that didn’t differentiate themselves within the golden figure. It was both holy and corrupted, both light and dark.

Angel! Mistral’s pupils widened slightly as he couldn’t help but take a step back, terminating his previous thoughts.

In confusion, Ernes Boyar rapidly snapped awake when he saw a pair of limpid eyes that resembled crystalline gems or a lake. He felt a copy of the newspapers being stuffed into his hand.

In those emerald-green eyes were ripples. Deep within the emanating ripples were twirls of a vortex that seemed to suck in the soul of anyone who lay their eyes on them.

Ernes Boyar instantly became engrossed in it as he couldn’t move his eyes away.

Then, he heard a gentle and ethereal female voice in his ears:

“Take this newspaper and follow Emlyn White…

“Take this newspaper and follow Emlyn White…”

This voice was layered as it resounded within Ernes Boyar’s ears. It drilled into his brain, sinking deep into his heart.

Ernes Boyar nodded in a daze, sensing that there was more, but he couldn’t hear it clearly.

The paperboy with a sling bag diagonally across his shoulders swiftly turned around and agilely passed through the bicycles, mixing into the crowd that came and went.

This “boy” had a pretty face as “his” messy hair drooped down and hid “his” brows. As “he” walked, “he” took off a black fishnet glove that “he” had worn at some point in time, stuffing it into “his” sling bag filled with newspapers.

clothes shrank as a spot

Boyar suddenly jumped back from where he stood, doing so as though he

Nightmare’s ability! Just as he found his footing, his pupils dilated as he looked around his surroundings in

perplexed about how easily he was pulled into a dream, he knew that it

Ring!

they used their bells to warn the gentleman in the middle of the

his eyes as he glared at him, his muscles

Ie

and went, some

Gong! Gong! Gong!

steam spewed out from the chimneys of Saint Hierländ Cathedral. The holy hymns of praise resounded as the gears and levers got to

their eyes in prayer or were listening silently, regardless of whether they were believers of the God of Steam and Machinery or not. Only

Gong Gong! Gong!

was inside a private room at the restaurant, stood there motionless with a heavy

grayish-blue or light-blue clothes and bicycles of

that the paperboy was problematic from the newspaper in the Sanguine Viscount’s hand. However, he didn’t attempt to carry out a

or Mid-Sequence Beyonder. This also meant that Emlyn White’s faction had at least a demigod hidden in

being easily detected while not knowing where his opponents were hiding, Mistral believed that it spelled trouble. Carrying out a pursuit in such

Ernes Boyar’s protective measures. And through Oath of Rose, Mistral could confirm the attacker’s identity.

they had lost the initiative. To forcefully carry out a pursuit might highly likely result in

Mistral, since the other demigod hadn’t personally taken action and had only provided auxiliary help, to personally take action and make a pursuit would be a loss of

next! Mistral’s facial muscles twitched as he rotated the ghostly-blue ring on

He circled past the fountain and arrived

to even move half a step. He saw the toppled carriage, the horse that was flicking its tail, and the carriage driver

pounds. He handed it to the carriage

carriage driver wore a

rental carriage wasn’t his. He was only an ordinary employee. After the carriage was damaged because of the horse being startled, he experienced a

similar accidents he had seen over the years, he was responsible for all of this. This meant compensation from him and, with his income

to immediately bring the horse to a gangster and sell it. Then, he would return home and leave Backlund with his wife and children.

having 100 pounds suddenly hit him left his mind groggy. He was at a loss for

to buy a brand

ignored the carriage driver and

“Everything’s fine now.”

can it be fine with you here? Ernes lampooned as he

that he should believe Emlyn White and even approach