Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1047

The tense yet intriguing pendulum divination was still underway, but Jenkins had already given up hope. As he resigned himself to failure, the tension in his mind subconsciously eased. Yet, in that moment of release, he grasped a peculiar sensation—a feeling he'd experienced before, back when he had glimpsed the threads of fate.

The feeling was akin to unlocking a stubborn lock, where forcing it is futile, but pulling the key out just a fraction and turning it slowly does the trick. It was a perfect testament to the old adage that taking a step back can open up a whole new world.

His thoughts flowed into action. Spirit coursed smoothly through his body, pooling at his fingertips before streaming into the beautiful purple crystal. This time, its violet glow was so brilliant that all three of them—and the cat—could see it.

"This time, it'll work!"

A sense of certainty washed over Jenkins. He was a hundred percent confident that this time, the divination would yield a true result.

The three of them, and the cat, all eagerly awaiting the outcome, were met instead with an explosion. The moment the amethyst shattered, the cat, quickest to react, ducked under the table. The demigod diviner, a close second, instantly conjured a protective barrier around the other two.

Shards of crystal flew in every direction, some embedding themselves deep into the wooden tabletop. Jenkins flinched, startled, then it dawned on him that he had just destroyed Miss Audrey's divination tool.

"Oh, don't worry about it. What a dreadful morning."

The woman said, covering her forehead, ruffling her neatly combed hair in the process. She looked terribly annoyed.

Even with the morning's "game" ending in an accident, breakfast was not to be delayed. Jenkins, however, couldn't stop wondering about the cause of the explosion. He had been so sure he was on the verge of a breakthrough, that he'd finally grasped the basics of divination. He never expected it to end like that.

"Could it be Miss Audrey's pendulum was of poor quality, not enough to withstand such a precise divination?"

That was Jenkins's current theory. He decided he would find time to search for suitable materials and craft his own pendulum to try again. If he could even master the basics of the art, it would be immensely beneficial for both his work and his daily life.

The cat happily devoured its portion of breakfast. After some consideration, it concluded that Jenkins's cooking was superior and resolved never to eat breakfast out again. Jenkins, meanwhile, casually flipped through a newspaper. Miss Audrey subscribed to several different morning papers, so there was plenty for everyone to read.

"I received a letter from the Sage's Church. It seems something happened last night."

Only Miss Brolignans was neither eating nor reading. She was examining the letters sent to her, and Jenkins had just noticed the familiar Church letterhead. Content orıginally comes from novᴇlfire.net

Jenkins hid his face behind the newspaper, clinging to the firm conviction that he knew absolutely nothing about what had transpired the previous night.

"Bevanna led a team out last night to recover a Cursed Item—I believe it was A-04-2-7245, the Altar of Greed. It's a bizarre thing that accepts nearly any offering, only to then attack every living person in the vicinity. While recovering it, they ran into a follower of that newly ascended 'great one.' Then, under her deliberate guidance, they discovered a clue related to the [Exotic Tide]..."

In her description, Miss Brolignans used female pronouns for the follower of the God of Lies, as the mysterious figure last night had been seen flying on a unicorn.

"Oh, the followers of the God of Lies... so they've appeared again. What could they be after this time?"

Jenkins murmured under his breath, striving to affect the right amount of curiosity without betraying any personal connection to the matter.

"The Sage's Church doesn't know either. They've simply invited me to perform a divination on the corpse to determine the exact cause of death."

Since it concerned the Sage's Church and Jenkins was hardly an outsider, Miss Brolignans didn't conceal the contents of the letter:

"The letter says a corpse with a tattoo representing one-fifth of the [Exotic Tide] was found on the scorched earth left by a forest fire. But strangely, the scorched ground was covered in a layer of frost that still hasn't fully melted this morning. Bevanna suspects a member of the [Dead Man's Whip] clashed with the follower of the God of Lies. After killing her enemy, the follower must have discovered the problematic tattoo and, not wanting to deal with it herself, led Bevanna to the scene. The dead creature was a 'Fire-Eater,' a bizarre exotic species whose adults resemble human children. They take pleasure in starting fires, from which they draw power. It seems to be the first recorded discovery of one in this epoch..."

After explaining all this, Miss Brolignans offered the letter to Jenkins so he could see for himself. He quickly shook his head in refusal, gripping his newspaper tightly with both hands:

"Since the Church sent it to you, it wouldn't be right for me to read it. That would be both impolite and improper."

He wanted nothing to do with this. The [Exotic Tide] business spelled nothing but trouble, and he already had his hands full with the God's Child Umbilical Cord, the mystery of his fruit platter's origin, and the cryptic clues from that future prophecy. He simply had no time for another crisis.

But despite his full schedule, these were still peaceful, quiet days. He had a lot on his plate, but none of it was particularly urgent or life-threatening like the incident with the Skull Sword. Jenkins was determined to get some proper rest. He'd been run ragged for the past two months, ever since the affair with the God's Child at the end of last year.

Though Chocolate wasn't thrilled with its meal, at least breakfast was over. It knew Jenkins planned to stay the entire day, which meant lunch would likely be prepared by the same maid with abysmal cooking skills. At the thought, the cat couldn't help but feel dejected by its unfortunate luck for the day.

After breakfast, Miss Brolignans departed for the Sage's Church to divine the origins of the corpse that had been pierced by an arrow of light.

Afterward, Miss Audrey led Jenkins to the second-floor study, where they spent the entire morning reading and exchanging their impressions of the books.

She had likely concluded that learning divination couldn't be rushed, especially since Jenkins's foundation was so weak. As a result, they didn't practice any rituals that morning.

Jenkins was a seasoned reader; in a world with so few forms of recreation, books were a rare pleasure. As they sat down for lunch, he and Miss Audrey were still discussing whether a legend mentioned in the appendix of a book called "After the Mist" could be true. The topic then shifted to the city's perpetual fog.

Lunch, just as Chocolate had feared, consisted of unremarkable dishes. Although the maid had been told the cat ate the same food as humans, her experience raising cats compelled her to make its portion a bit blander.

This greatly displeased Chocolate, but the cat couldn't show its foul mood in front of Jenkins, so it spent the entire afternoon sulking in silence.