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.

the Eternal Blazing Sun and Steam jointly found eight mausoleums and

had already become Black Emperor, he can definitely awaken inside that mausoleum. If he fails, I believe that there’s a possibility of

she spoke. Towards the end, her voice

aren’t that confident either… It’s mostly a kind of hope and

recalled the words by

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

the Abyss’s entrance in the Fog Sea west of Intis. There, he had found a primitive island and believed that it was filled with oddities

secret mausoleum in the Abyss or on that primitive island? Klein thought for a moment before

to understand the

as a bookmark and had used Bernadette’s 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

Queen Mystic’s fishnet veil produced a slight

matter for more than a century. And to figure out the details, I’ve suffered the infusion of knowledge

a deep understanding of this… I’ve

terms of seniority, you could call me uncle… The emperor and I might very well be “roommates” who had been hung up for many years… Klein lampooned to relieve his emotional upheavals. However, he replied in a calm

didn’t plan on telling Bernadette that the ninth secret mausoleum might be somewhere in the Fog Sea, very likely to be on the primitive island, or

response. She cast her gaze

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

moment, in the green vines and deep darkness, there were a lot of subtle emotions and dreams that hid deep in the

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

next week?” Klein didn’t

affect my mood, and a bad

What sort of matter has such strict requirements? A clash with a demigod of the mind domain? Or perhaps, after she resolves the knots in her heart, will

of hers, something that it was best not to ask about unless

I wanted him to teach me how to interpret and write those symbols.

difficult position when he wrote those pages. Finally, he told me that if

of the “Spectator”… Klein couldn’t help but

that the emperor wouldn’t be broadly referring to the Beyonders of the Spectator pathway. He

organization… That ancient secret organization’s founder and leader is… Klein’s eyelids twitched as he didn’t dare to

he said, hoping to see that diary page as

“I know.” Bernadette nodded.