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.

the private room neighboring Earl Mistral, Klein was wearing a very

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

attached bathroom of his private room to head above the gray fog. Using the corresponding point of light, he had taken in the entire

deliver a

he ultimately didn’t do a thing. Everything happened more smoothly than

who was participating in such matters for the first time, had exceeded his expectations. She wasn’t nervous at

Low- and 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

the window, on Saint Hierland Square, it became filled with lively music, an eclectic mix of the flute, violin,

slowly circling around the perimeter of Saint

in the middle of the square before asking with a suppressed voice, “Old Man, what’s your take regarding the outcome of

he pulled Ernes Boyar into a dream, he flipped Leymano’s Travels and activated Angel’s

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

know much about the Tarot Club. Mr. Fool is a witness

this saying feel

mention of the general

and said, “Indeed. There’s also a second half of the saying: Do not

in the might of deities, but do not trust “Their” benevolence… Leonard repeated in silence as he looked

to a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact.

operation, consideration was given to 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 Moretti. However,

was originally responsible for Angel’s Embrace, lent him Creeping Hunger for three hours. Various useful

from the Abraham family,” Pallez Zoroast

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

requires sealing!” Pallez first reprimanded Leonard. Then, he said, “Didn’t you say that it

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

in the vicinity of Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the

Audrey got off a carriage like

been prepared ahead of time. And that room was reserved by someone under Emlyn’s instructions. It had nothing to do with

Loen Charity Bursary

her, as though

everyone who she walked past seemed to join her in playing a game, pretending as though they

enter the office when she suddenly heard

Audrey, this is the amount of donations we have

lips as she gently nudged

stack

with

director’s seat, casually flipping through the documents, and said, “That

back the document and smiled at the

take my leave,