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.

neighboring Earl Mistral, Klein was wearing a very ordinary face as

punishment operation was an attempt 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

previously used his marionette to pray to The Fool while he entered the attached bathroom of his private room to head above the gray fog. Using the corresponding point of light, he had taken in the entire

God Scepter the entire time, prepared to deliver a lightning strike to

thing. Everything happened

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 showing any signs of

pathways when it comes to controlling emotions. Even

with lively music, an eclectic mix of the flute, violin, accordion, and

slowly circling around the perimeter of Saint

the Backlund Bridge, took one look at the pigeons in the middle of the square before asking with a suppressed voice, “Old

Leymano’s Travels and activated Angel’s Embrace. He then left the scene on carriage, unsure of

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

much about the Tarot Club. Mr. Fool is a witness most of the time, so there’s no so-called tacit approval… Leonard

this

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

second half of

repeated in silence as he looked down at the notebook with a

to a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Furthermore, resolving its negative effects

the fact that Beyonders of the pathway involving the Moon domain, as well as the darkness, had relatively stronger resistance against Nightmare-related effects. Leonard had originally planned on borrowing Creeping Hunger from The World Klein

Hunger for three

something from the Abraham family,” Pallez Zoroast said with

Man, do you have the means of weakening or controlling the

Then, he

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

North Borough, in the vicinity of Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the entrance of the Loen Charity

got off

a hotel room that had been prepared ahead of time. And that room was reserved by someone under Emlyn’s instructions. It had

and going at the Loen

looked at her, as though she lived in another

went up to the second story, and headed for the director’s office. And everyone who she walked past seemed to join her in playing a

was just about to enter the office when she suddenly

amount of donations we have

her lips as she

a stack

behind the desk was a golden retriever with

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

then took back the document and smiled at

take my