Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1089

Clinging to the lightning rod at the top of the tower, Jenkins peered through the downpour at the fire crows circling in the sky. The torrential rain had already cleared the city streets of most pedestrians, but the falling fireballs still managed to stir a small commotion below.

Gazing down from such a height at the mortals scurrying about like ants, a profound sense of loneliness washed over him, quickly followed by a chilling wave of disdain and indifference.

"What am I thinking?"

Jenkins quickly shook himself free of the strange emotion. His power had grown so rapidly that his composure had nearly faltered. Fortunately, the first twenty years of his life on another world had exposed him to far too much for such a minor mental imbalance to be of any real concern.

He had finally completed the summons for his Twin Demons. At his command, a ferocious phantom launched itself from the top of the clock tower like a cannonball, streaking straight into the clouds.

Though in the past, the demon had always traveled along the ground whenever he used this ability, its true nature was apparently high-speed movement, unrestricted by terrain.

At first, the black phantom bursting through the rain went unnoticed. But as a demonic roar, potent enough to corrupt the mind, echoed through the air, the fire crows finally took note of the strange shadow ascending from below.

Beep... Beep-beep... Beep-beep-beep...

The fireball and the black shadow collided head-on in the gloomy, rain-swept sky. Due to the high altitude and the muffling roar of the downpour, the startling explosion and the subsequent spread of black, lingering flames went largely unnoticed.

By the time those who did hear the strange sound looked up, the sky held nothing but falling rain and thin wisps of black vapor. And when they tried to get a better look, even those dark streams had vanished.

Jenkins, being the closest, had the clearest view. What fell from the sky after the explosion was not a multitude of fire crow carcasses, but the body of a slightly plump, middle-aged woman.

Jenkins swiftly descended from the clock tower with his cat. Following his memory of her trajectory, he found the woman's corpse in a secluded alley, tangled in the branches of a tree just beginning to sprout new buds.

She was clearly dead, but a faint, lingering spiritual aura confirmed that she was, in fact, the flock of fire crows from moments before.

"An Exotic? Now this is interesting."

Jenkins thought to himself as he prodded the clothes on the woman's back. Lifting the fabric, he found exactly what he expected: the familiar tattoo of the 'Exotic Tide'.

"Just as I thought. Another Exotic bearing the tattoo. I wonder what species she belongs to. The ability to transform into a flock of fire crows is quite similar to a vampire's swarm of bats."

Not wanting to get involved, he turned to leave the delicate scene, but a more intriguing question immediately came to mind:

"Why is it that all three tattooed Exotics I've encountered have possessed fire-based powers?"

Chocolate was very pleased that Jenkins had finally noticed the anomaly.

The rain grew heavier still. By the time he collected the girls' replies from the mailbox and fumbled for his key, it felt as though someone in the heavens were dumping basins of water onto the earth.

Chocolate, who had likely never witnessed such a terrifying force of nature, spent the entire journey huddled in Jenkins's arms, refusing to come out.

The moment Jenkins stepped through the door, however, the cat shot out from his coat, leaped onto the back of the sofa, and watched him from a safe distance.

"Don't be scared," Jenkins reassured him, "I'm not going to give you a bath today."

He repeated the promise, knowing exactly what his cat was worried about.

But the cat still refused to come closer. After all, it knew better than anyone what a proficient liar Jenkins could be.

Towel-drying his hair, Jenkins read the young ladies' replies. Unsurprisingly, both had agreed to join him at the opera that evening. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelꜰire.net

He could read the joy in both Hathaway's and Briny's words, which made him genuinely happy. He had been sure to mention when inviting each of them that the other would also be coming.

"I'm going to the opera with my friends tonight. Do you want to come along?"

He asked his cat, who was currently sniffing an apple on the coffee table. Of course, the cat had no intention of being left home alone.

The maid prepared dinner, and after eating, Jenkins changed into fresh clothes to await the ladies' arrival.

He stood by the living room window, holding his cat, and watched the exceptionally gloomy sky and the streetlamps that had already flickered to life. The rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, but that was a good omen. It was the spring planting season, and a few good showers would do wonders for the seeds buried in the soil.

At six in the evening, Hathaway and Briny arrived together. They shared the same carriage, though Jenkins couldn't tell if they had met by chance or arranged to come together.

When Jenkins saw the carriage pull up through the sheets of rain, he turned from the window and headed for the entryway. Instead of rushing out immediately, he waited under the eaves by the door until the carriage had come to a complete stop and its door was open. Only then did he dash out, an umbrella in one hand and his cat in the other.

The short dash from his front door to the gate was enough to soak his trousers. As he clambered awkwardly into the carriage, Chocolate, whose own fur was now damp, chose that exact moment to shake vigorously, spraying water all over Jenkins's face.

The girls burst into laughter, and it was Briny who finally handed him a towel.

"My apologies for inviting you out to the theater in such awful weather,"

Jenkins said as he sat down. Instead of drying himself first, he began to gently wipe down the cat with the towel.

"It's no trouble at all. Rainy days are so dull, and you can't go anywhere," Briny said. "Thanks to your invitation, we don't have to spend a boring, lonely evening at home."

the blonde young woman added meaningfully, then noticed the red-haired girl's scrutinizing gaze.

Jenkins had already secured the tickets, though in this weather, he wouldn't have had to worry about them selling out even if he'd waited.

Just as he'd suspected, the carriages parked outside the opera house were sparse. Inside, the grand hall was less than a third full.

Tonight's performance was the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe's signature production, 'The Lonely Traveler'. If not for the terrible weather, the theater would certainly have been packed with spectators.

As usual, Jenkins sat in the middle with the young ladies on either side, while the cat curled up on his lap.

Once the opera began, the house lights dimmed, leaving only the stage illuminated. The dark, warm environment made Jenkins feel a bit drowsy, but he fought the urge to sleep, determined to maintain a good impression.

Suddenly, a soft hand from his left slipped into his. He turned to see Hathaway's smiling eyes. Before he could react, another hand took his from the right—he didn't need to look to know it was Briny.