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.

as

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

found his footing, his pupils dilated as he looked around his surroundings in a state of high alert, prepared

Boyar was perplexed about how easily he was pulled into a dream, he knew that it wasn’t time to consider the details.

Ring!

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

as he glared at him, his muscles under his clothes ready

Ie

pedestrians came and went, some slowing down

Gong! Gong! Gong!

spewed out from the chimneys of Saint Hierländ Cathedral. The holy hymns of praise resounded as the

that holy moment, 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. Only the pigeons that were being

Gong Gong! Gong!

Even Earl Mistral, who was inside a private

bicycles

paperboy was problematic from the newspaper in

This also meant that Emlyn White’s faction had at least a demigod hidden in the vicinity. Mistral believed that once he took action, he was bound to be stopped

detected while not knowing where his opponents were hiding, Mistral believed

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

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

personally take action and make

facial muscles twitched as he rotated the ghostly-blue

the fountain and arrived at the other end of Saint

He saw the toppled carriage, the horse that was flicking its tail, and the carriage driver who wore a

pounds. He handed it to

wore a

damaged because of the horse being startled, he

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

a gangster and sell it. Then, he would return home and leave Backlund with his wife and children. The last option was to arrange for his family to move from the place they

having 100 pounds suddenly hit him left his mind groggy. He was

buy a brand new

carriage driver and

“Everything’s fine now.”

the biggest problem? How can it be fine with you here? Ernes lampooned as he

unknown reason, he felt that he should