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

out an illusory

disappeared, her

stemmed from Mystical Re-enactment. At

a path that appeared to have been opened up by humans

caused by crawling insects. It was so peaceful as if time had frozen, so dead that there

supernatural beings that had already gone extinct in the outside world. Normally, it would be quite lively. But now, she felt as if she

pressure, they would slowly approach the edge of losing control. However, Bernadette’s expression didn’t change at all, as though she was already used to proceeding through danger and

hour, she still didn’t see any living thing or

her vision opened up, because the huge trees in front

slowed down and

eyes that were without eyelashes appeared in front of

was grabbed by invisible hands and placed on an invisible

was Bernadette’s

Eyes of Mystery Prying and quickly crossed the remaining path to the

it was no longer

the open region and transmitted the situation to Bernadette through

an empty space. There

red dragons with skin flowing with flames. There were treants that had gnarls for eyes and hollows for mouths. There were demonic wolves with eight legs, giants with four long limbs, and feathered serpents with oily feathers and scales with a dark green shade. The latter coiled there, resembling small hills. There were also different kinds of creatures that looked like

facing one direction. They had their upper bodies or heads prostrated, as

a few

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

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

followed by William and Poli. However, apart from the three of them, no one else was sacrificed in corresponding matters. And at that moment, there were five supernatural or mutated

her father had eventually resolved the corruption problem and made the primitive

Mystic examined the five humans through

Roselle’s era. Their faces were pale, their skin shriveled,

Bernadette temporarily couldn’t see their faces. She could only patiently

those creatures straightened their bodies and the

and compared them with her memories

is Grimm. This

him. He taught me

Uncle Poli…