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.”

bishops what had happened that

really lacking in creativity. They go to cathedrals at the first sight of problems. I thought I would discover something if I followed her.

he spoke, the other feeler of the ant

had just said and what she had just recalled. She had forgotten that she had met a postman wearing a monocle. She got

maidservant and her driver didn’t remember the

welcomed Hazel and brought her new friend into the activities needed to help the injured soldiers at the front

of the Secret Order, Zaratul, and other angels were hidden in Backlund, Audrey carefully gave up on

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

pirate’s free city, Fors was drinking a high concentration of fruit wine that was locally produced, recording what she had heard and

triggered as she instinctively looked

in the void, quickly reforming. It was Gehrman Sparrow in a half top hat, black trench

with her wine glass and fountain pen. She subconsciously said, “Good afternoon, uh, Mr.

placed the

top hat and

want

to her sides before she said,

already made preliminary records of the traits of the city that

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

hurriedly organized her drafts,

“How’s the progress with the horror story?” Fors trembled indiscernibly

nodded his

“How much longer?”

week—no, five days. Five days,

pen, half a bottle of wine, and other memorabilia, he took two steps forward and grabbed her

more relaxed

disappeared from before. She heard The World Gehrman Sparrow say, “Rest for

of any replies. Also, ask your teacher again if there’s any information related to

quickly agreed and

to a street in East Borough and entered an apartment that she shared

newspaper and looked

“Was it effective?”

went to a free city belonging to the pirates this time…” Before Fors

Was it lacking there?” Xio asked

and sat in front of the desk. She opened her drafts and picked up a pen. Without looking back, she

make me

followed her to the bedroom door. When she heard

in East Borough, in a rented apartment with a

already arrived in Backlund, it was unknown when Amon would be “baited” over. The Red Angel evil spirit’s true motives were unknown, and he was planning on preventing George III from becoming a

after handling The Magician, he opened up a piece of paper

“Dear Mr. Azik,