Lord of the Mysteries

After throwing everything other than his clothes, Ernes Boyar was stunned for a moment before he snapped to his senses.

What am I doing? What did I do? This Sanguine Viscount finally recalled the matters he had deliberately forgotten— those pair of emerald-green, limpid eyes.

A psychological cue, no—hypnosis… Ernes Boyar looked around in anger and irresistible horror, instinctively taking in the situation he was in.

His gaze then landed on the mountain-like figure. He saw Father Utravsky with his thin and sparse brows.

Instantly, Ernes Boyar had all sorts of thoughts run through his mind and collide with one another. He quickly came up with one intense thought.

He didn’t put up any resistance, and he immediately said, “I’ll come here to do a month of volunteer work!”

Emlyn’s predicament had long been spread amongst the Sanguine in Backlund. Ernes Boyar was well aware of Father Utravsky and knew that, even if he were to put up a fight, it was difficult for him to escape the fate of doing volunteer work. He might as well surrender and choose conditions that were more beneficial to him.

At the very least, I shouldn’t have any cues planted in my mind and end up converting my faith to Earth Mother… This thought flashed through Ernes’s mind. He discovered a lantern in Utravsky’s hand, and inside it was a strange candle that seemed to be covered in human skin with protruding lumps.

Under the candlelight’s faint illumination, Ernes’s pupils widened again. He only had one thought on his mind remaining as it kept resonating:

Another psychological cue…

At that moment, he felt the gloominess thicken in his heart.

“Alright,” Utravsky nodded and agreed to Ernes Boyar’s request.

Emlyn held back his smugness and pleased smile. He then looked at the items he had caught, looking like a farmer who had just reaped a bountiful harvest.

In a private room on the third story of a restaurant northwest of the square, the lights darkened as a huge shadow appeared.

Tiny bats flew out of the darkness and quickly clumped together.

Smoke rose up as the silver-haired, scarlet-eyed Earl Mistral appeared at the spot where the bats had appeared. Everything around him had been restored to normal.

His servant, a middle-aged man in a dark formal suit immediately stepped forward and asked with a bow, “My lord, are you having your meal now?”

He couldn’t tell if things had happened smoothly, or if something had gone wrong, much less about the success of the outcome from the earl’s face. However, he didn’t dare inquire.

Mistral nodded and said, “Yes.”

He walked to the table with a composed look, took off the ring with the ghostly-blue gem, and sat down without showing a chink in his disposition. It was as though he had headed out to feed the pigeons.

but it’s not bad… In the private room neighboring Earl Mistral, Klein was wearing

by the few members of the Tarot Club—one that didn’t need The World or Mr. Fool’s interference—but considering how Miss Justice and The Moon Emlyn had zero experience in such matters and lacked experience in other matters, he had come to the area incognito as

while he entered the attached bathroom of his private room to head above

the entire time, prepared to deliver a lightning strike to

do a thing. Everything happened

need for him to consider the experienced The Star Leonard, but Miss Justice, who was participating in such matters for the first time, had exceeded his expectations. She wasn’t nervous at all, not

Mid-Sequence Beyonders of the other pathways when it comes to controlling emotions. Even if she felt uneasy, she would’ve resolved it with her Beyonder powers before the operation… Klein nodded indiscernibly as

Square, it became filled with lively music, an eclectic mix of

was slowly circling around the perimeter of Saint

to return to the north bank of the Backlund Bridge, took one look at the pigeons in the middle of the square before asking with a suppressed

flipped Leymano’s Travels and activated Angel’s Embrace. He then left

Fourth Epoch, there’s such a saying—believe in

the tacit approval of Mr. Fool, so it’s bound to succeed? However, Old Man doesn’t know much about the

this saying feel

Zoroast of the exact situation of the Tarot Club. All he did was give mention of the general

second half of the saying: Do not

trust “Their” benevolence… Leonard repeated in silence as he looked down at the notebook

“This is really akin to a Grade

stronger resistance against Nightmare-related effects. Leonard had originally planned on borrowing Creeping Hunger from The

lent him Creeping Hunger for three

Abraham family,” Pallez Zoroast said with a

indiscernibly. He then asked, “Old Man, do you have the means of weakening or controlling the negative

requires sealing!” Pallez first reprimanded Leonard. Then, he said,

he cast his gaze out the window again, taking in the sight of Saint Hierland Cathedral, which

vicinity of Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the entrance

got off

at a hotel room that had been prepared ahead of time. And that room was reserved by someone under

Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s entrance, but Audrey walked over without any

at her, as though she lived

and headed for the director’s office. And everyone who she walked past seemed to join her in playing a game, pretending as though they hadn’t

to enter the office when she suddenly

amount of donations we have

lips as she gently nudged the ajar

was holding a stack

the desk was a golden retriever with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses

casually flipping through the documents, and said, “That wouldn’t be an

staff member then took back the document and

take my leave,