Lord of the Mysteries

It was late at night with the thick clouds concealing the moon. It was dark across the Backlund Bridge.

Just as Klein “Teleported” here, he saw green pea vines descend from the sky like a storm that enveloped his surroundings before he could look around.

They intertwined and quickly formed a forest. They stacked upwards in layers, making it impossible to see its peak.

Klein released his right hand’s grip on his top hat and familiarly followed up the path paved by the vines.

It didn’t take long before he saw a naturally-formed swing made out of green plants. He also saw Queen Mystic Bernadette who stood beside the swing.

This eldest daughter of Emperor Roselle had a head of long chestnut hair. She wore a blouse with laced flowers that formed a bow tie. She matched it with a gray dress that went past her knees and a pair of Wellington leather boots. She also wore a bonnet with a hanging black fishnet.

“You’ve grown faster than I had imagined.” Bernadette’s blue eyes behind the black fishnet reflected Gehrman Sparrow’s figure.

Klein replied without any change in expression, “Praise Mr. Fool.”

As he said that, he inwardly lampooned, This is what it means to strive to be stronger, relying on oneself rather than on others!

Queen Mystic nodded slightly as she said with a gentle but emotionless voice, “I know why you want to see me.”

Without waiting for Klein to say a word, she tilted her head slightly and looked at the vine swing beside her. She said in a tone as calm as a lake that had countless undercurrents beneath it, “I feel that he hasn’t really perished completely.”

…Does that mean you believe that Emperor Roselle hasn’t died completely? He lives somewhere in this world, with a chance for him to return? Klein didn’t expect to hear such a straightforward and sensational words right at the beginning of their conversation. Although he easily controlled his expression, he was somewhat at a loss for a reply.

At the same time, he noticed that Bernadette referred to Emperor Roselle as “he” instead of “He.” Regardless if they were using ancient Feysac to speak or the normal daily language used in Loen or Intis, they were completely different words.

This means that deep down in Queen Mystic’s heart, Emperor Roselle isn’t an angel, but a father… Klein calmed down his emotions and deliberated before asking, “Why do you have such thoughts?”

Bernadette retracted her gaze from the vine swing and said with the same gentle voice, “Towards the final stages of his life, although he was crazy and radical, everything he did had preparations in place. I believe that he must’ve prepared something for himself.

You should know that he attempted to switch pathways in his later years and tried for the vacant Black Emperor throne. This required him to build nine secret mausoleums in the form of pyramids.

died in the White Maple Palace, the Churches of the Eternal Blazing Sun and Steam jointly found eight mausoleums and destroyed each one of them. However, the ninth mausoleum

mausoleum. If

the

that confident either… It’s mostly a kind of hope and

recalled the words by King of the

Roselle liked to stand in front of a particular floor-to-ceiling window and

Intis. There, he had found a primitive island and

the last secret mausoleum in the Abyss

understand the Black

name in ancient Feysac as the activation incantation because he partially wanted to inform his daughter of the corresponding ritual. In the end, Bernadette had seemingly grasped the information

Queen Mystic’s fishnet

than a century. And to figure

Mr. Fool who’s backing you, have a deep understanding of this… I’ve always

could call me uncle… The emperor and I might very well be “roommates” who had been hung up for

the Fog Sea, very likely to be on the primitive island, or in the Abyss. It was more suitable for The Fool to

Sparrow’s response. She cast her gaze west

at the place where she had her childhood. She was looking at her spiritual home, the home where she could no longer return

in the green vines and deep darkness, there were a

in Backlund ends, I’ll pass a few pages to Cattleya and get her to ask

you ask next week?” Klein didn’t hide his

“I feel that the answer will affect my mood, and a bad mood will result

of the mind domain? Or perhaps, after she resolves the knots in her heart, will she

that it was best not to ask about

I wanted him to teach me how to interpret and write those symbols. He didn’t agree to it and only ruffled my hair. Back then, I was

pages. Finally, he told me that if I can really become an important figure of the mysterious world as Zaratul predicted, I must make sure to remember—be

couldn’t help but inwardly

Beyonders of the Spectator pathway. He was definitely pointing to a particular special existence, some

founder and leader is… Klein’s eyelids twitched as he

said, hoping to see that diary page as soon as

“I know.” Bernadette nodded.