Lord of the Mysteries

Hazel’s gaze instantly froze as she felt something rapidly expanding in her mind. It was about to tear apart an invisible barrier and spew out.

She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.

Then, she felt a ray of light shoot out from the depths of her heart, exploding into countless memory fragments in her mind as it howled, raging back and forth.

She suddenly remembered what had happened at home that day. She recalled her father, mother, maid, and servants wearing monocles or pinching their eye sockets. The indescribable horror was so vivid, as though it had been carved into her bones.

The expression on Hazel’s face crumbled as she curled into a ball as she trembled. The maidservant in the carriage was stunned as she hurriedly stood up and reached out her hands in an attempt to help her up.

“No!” Hazel trembled as she shouted with a nearly sharp voice.

The maidservant was shocked and frightened. She stood rooted to the ground, not knowing how to react.

After shouting, Hazel calmed down. She sat up and looked ahead in extreme fear. She saw the monocled postman enter another street, leaving only his back visible.

“I-I wasn’t feeling well just now. I’m feeling much better now,” Hazel turned her head and barely said to the maidservant.

She realized that she wasn’t as afraid as she remembered. It was as if she had already gotten used to the situation after some time.

If not, I might have lost control just now… Why would I use the word “lose control”… Thankfully, I forgot those memories and didn’t do anything eye-catching when I saw the postman. It took me ten seconds to break down. If not, I might’ve been detected, and something terrifying might’ve happened… Her thoughts flashed uncontrollably as her body trembled slightly.

“Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?” the maidservant asked hurriedly.

Hazel instinctively shook her head as her mind turned chaotic as she casually said, “Let’s go to the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation first. I remember there’s a private clinic nearby.”

“Alright.” The maidservant turned around and instructed the coachman to speed up.

Hazel kept taking deep breaths in an attempt to regulate her tense emotions, panic, and fear.

It had to be said that it was somewhat effective. She seemed to have calmed down a little instead of breaking down immediately.

At that moment, a sparrow had appeared above the carriage at some point in time. It squeezed its right eye and spat out a human language with almost no sound.

“She seems to have some unnecessary misunderstanding about me.

“It looks like T had some interactions with her before. Ah, she’s a resident of Boklund Street. Interesting…”

Before long, the carriage arrived at Phelps Street. Seeing that the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation wasn’t far away, Hazel suddenly said, “To the cathedral.

“Turn towards Saint Samuel Cathedral first.”

“I want to pray.”

wanted to tell the bishops what had happened that day and what

on its right and whispered in a human voice, “Humans nowadays are really lacking in creativity. They go to cathedrals at

spoke, the other feeler of

met a postman wearing a monocle. She

her maidservant and her driver didn’t remember the

Foundation, Audrey welcomed Hazel and brought her new friend into the activities needed

up on the third stage of treatment for Hazel.

plan was to busy herself with charity work, helping others to make Hazel gradually brighten up and strengthen her ability

city, Fors was drinking a high concentration of fruit wine that was locally produced, recording what she had heard

spiritual perception was triggered as she instinctively looked to the

Gehrman Sparrow in a half top hat, black trench coat,

stood up with her wine glass and fountain pen.

she spoke, she hurriedly placed the items on the

top hat

want to

her sides

days, she had already made preliminary records of the traits of the city that

saying a word, Klein gestured at the items on the desk with his chin, indicating

as she hurriedly organized her

party busy, he suddenly said, “How’s the progress with the

nodded

“How much longer?”

five days. Five days, tops,” Fors

else. After Fors packed up her drafts, fountain pen, half a bottle of wine, and other memorabilia, he took two

figures flashed past, and Fors felt a little more relaxed than before. She

she had disappeared from before.

note of any replies. Also, ask your teacher again if there’s any

quickly agreed

in East Borough and entered

the newspaper

“Was it effective?”

time…” Before Fors could finish

it lacking there?” Xio

her drafts and picked up a pen. Without looking back, she said, “For the

to make

followed her to the bedroom door. When she heard that, she opened her mouth

East Borough, in a

evil spirit’s true motives were unknown, and he was planning on preventing George III from becoming a Black

The Magician, he opened up

“Dear Mr. Azik,