Lord of the Mysteries

Bernadette stared at the outline for a long time until it gradually became clearer as the Dawn approached. It was the silhouette of a large island.

On the island, there were huge, towering, dark-green trees that almost bordered on black covering the ground and mountain.

Although Bernadette couldn’t be sure that this was the primitive island that her father had once visited, her intuition as a Clairvoyant told her that this was likely the place she was seeking.

As the coastline entered her eyes, she pursed her lips and lowered her head. She chanted an honorific name:

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog; the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…”

Right on the heels of that, Queen Mystic Bernadette raised her hand and made the crewless Dawn stop in the nearby waters without approaching the shore.

At the same time, the sound of pianos, violins, cellos, flutes, and other musical instruments interweaved together into a lively tune.

As the music echoed, the toast, steak, mashed potatoes, fried mushrooms, and other dishes on a plate jumped up one after another and returned to the oven amidst a dance or threw themselves into the trash can.

The red wine bottle, white dining cloth, and other items had all returned to their original positions. They either sealed themselves with wooden corks or kept folding themselves neatly.

Then, Bernadette gently threw out a bright and unrealistic ball of yarn with her right hand.

The ball rolled into the void, leaving a thread behind. Bernadette followed it and strolled through the spirit world before arriving at the border of the nameless island.

This Queen Mystic wasn’t in a rush to head deeper. She searched for the possible existence of the Black Emperor mausoleum, and she cautiously made her sea-like blue eyes turn dark and deep. She temporarily lost focus, as though she was prying into the secrets of the river of fate.

A few seconds later, Bernadette’s eyes returned to normal as she subconsciously looked up into the sky.

She felt that she was being watched by a certain existence.

Of course, this was something she had expected, as she had taken the initiative to recite Mr. Fool’s honorific name.

Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, Klein accommodated The Fool’s card, draped himself with the “curtain,” and held the Staff of the Stars. He was checking the situation on the island through Queen Mystic’s prayer light.

In his true vision’s field, the island was shrouded in a thin layer of distorted blackness. It made it impossible for him to see the situation inside directly. He could only obtain Bernadette’s point of view.

Even if it’s not the primitive island that Emperor Roselle discovered, this place isn’t simple… Klein nodded indiscernibly as he waited for Queen Mystic to do a deeper exploration.

premonition that she was going to lead herself into a dangerous abyss that she had no way of

an illusory hat

figure disappeared,

magic that stemmed from Mystical Re-enactment. At its core was a hat that

opened up by humans and entered the forest consisting of huge

disturbance caused by crawling insects. It was so peaceful as if

extinct in the outside world. Normally, it would be quite lively. But now, she felt

they would definitely feel tense. Burdened with a heavy pressure, they would slowly approach the edge of losing control.

half an hour, she still didn’t see

her vision opened up, because the huge trees in front of her had

didn’t feel any joy. Instead, she slowed down and raised

of eyes that were without eyelashes appeared in front

of Eyes of Mystery Prying was grabbed by invisible hands and placed on an

Bernadette’s

and quickly crossed the remaining

clearer, as if it was no longer affected by the faint blackness in

the boundary of the open region and transmitted the situation to Bernadette through the Eyes

empty space. There were countless creatures

four long limbs, and feathered serpents with oily feathers and scales with a dark green shade. The latter coiled there, resembling small

moment, they were all facing one direction. They had their upper bodies or heads prostrated, as though they were worshiping an unknown existence.

even a few humans among

three, four, five… When Bernadette counted a few humanoid

the primitive island which her father had discovered had a special type of corruption that allowed dead creatures to return here—to

Grimm was first to be killed because of this, followed by William and Poli. However, apart from the three of them, no one else was sacrificed in corresponding matters. And

Bernadette also knew that her father had eventually resolved the corruption problem and made the primitive island his

Queen Mystic examined the

were pale, their skin shriveled, and they looked more like

five of them were prostrating, Bernadette temporarily couldn’t see their faces. She could only patiently wait for

their bodies and the

them and compared them with her

he really is Grimm.

Uncle William. I remember him. He taught me

Uncle Poli…