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.

shrank as a spot on “his”

Boyar suddenly jumped back from where he

his pupils dilated as he looked around his surroundings in a state of high alert, prepared for any impending

perplexed about how easily he was pulled into a dream, he knew that it wasn’t time to consider the details. What followed next was key. He

Ring!

their bells to warn the gentleman in the middle of the road to

Boyar narrowed his eyes as he glared at him, his muscles

Ie

as the pedestrians came and went, some slowing down their footsteps and pointing their

Gong! Gong! Gong!

chimneys of Saint Hierländ Cathedral. The holy hymns of praise resounded as the gears and levers got

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

Gong Gong! Gong!

sounded, no one moved. Even Earl Mistral, who was inside a private room at the restaurant, stood

bicycles

from the newspaper in the Sanguine Viscount’s

of an angel didn’t belong to a Low- or Mid-Sequence Beyonder. This also meant that Emlyn White’s faction had at least a demigod hidden in the vicinity. Mistral believed that

his opponents were hiding, Mistral believed that it spelled trouble. Carrying out a

Rose, Mistral could confirm the attacker’s identity. They had never thought of escalating the matter into an

initiative. To forcefully carry out a pursuit might highly likely result in a demigods’ battle. And in Backlund, around Saint Hierländ

auxiliary help, to personally take

want to see what happens next! Mistral’s facial muscles twitched

again. He circled past the fountain and arrived

afraid 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 driver and said,

The carriage driver wore a

carriage was damaged because of the horse being startled, he experienced a brief moment of feeling the pinch. Following that, it was anxiousness and despair that ruled

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

slave away at the factories at a young age. Another option was to immediately bring the horse to a gangster and sell it. Then,

him left his mind groggy. He was at a

pounds was enough to buy a

the carriage driver and

“Everything’s fine now.”

with you here? Ernes lampooned as he rotated the ring with the ghostly-blue gem on his left

unknown reason, he felt that he