Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1131

Sheets of rain hammered against the glass, and the wind howled like a malevolent spirit of the night. No one in the room spoke; there was only the sound of Miss Audrey’s quiet sobs.

She knelt beside the sofa, burying her face in the chest of the now-silent Miss Brolignans. All Jenkins could hear were those agonizing sobs, and even the cat seemed to share in the sorrow.

The sound of splintering glass reached his ears, and Jenkins, sensing the disturbance, glanced out the window.

The great ritual that held the angels captive, centered on the city of Nolan, had suddenly developed cracks—far sooner than the Church had anticipated.

Figures shot into the sky one after another, preparing to confront the angels still restrained by the ritual. Among them were demigods, the Saint from the Church of Creation and Machinery, and even a dragon.

But their strength was far from enough. Jenkins knew all too well that the power of an angel was beyond mortal comprehension.

In his original estimation, the defenders of Nolan, together with Miss Brolignans, could have barely delayed a single angel. But now, without the demigod skilled in divination, he feared their mortal efforts would be utterly futile.

Letting go of Miss Brolignans's hand, Jenkins walked alone to the window. The candlelight cast his wavering shadow upon the opposite wall, the flame dancing in his eyes.

He still had the Angel's Resurrection Feather, which could revive Miss Brolignans. But Louise needed saving, too.

In a situation , the choice between the life of a demigod diviner and an ordinary girl was brutally clear. Jenkins wasn't an overly emotional person; his mind leaned toward bringing Miss Brolignans back. It was, after all, the most logical decision.

But he wasn't made of stone. He knew he would save Miss Brolignans, but he had no idea how he would face Fini afterward. Google seaʀᴄh Novᴇl_Fire(.)net

The sound of incessant sobbing came from behind him—Miss Audrey. Jenkins stood at the window, gazing out at the apocalyptic downpour, and felt a conflict warring within him like never before.

He lowered his gaze to the cat, Chocolate, who sat on the windowsill also looking out. The cat looked up just in time to meet his gaze, its amber eyes reflecting his distorted figure.

"Who do you think I should save?"

The cat nuzzled his hand, which was hardly an answer.

Another sound of splintering glass echoed from the distant horizon. A moment later, what looked like a tornado formed in the eastern sky, but Jenkins’s eyes saw through it, directly into the towering pillar of black smoke. There, he witnessed the first angel break free from the mortal seal: the Angel of Earth from the east.

The airborne demigods and the dragon immediately flew in that direction, but a swifter flash of golden light erupted from south of Nolan, near York Town. An instant later, an angel of a Righteous God—indescribable, unbearable to behold, and inviolably sacred—materialized in the overcast sky.

Accompanied by a hymn unique to the Church of Earth and Harvest, the golden radiance nearly shattered the storm clouds. The heretical angel within the pillar of smoke responded at once, and the two beings met in a direct confrontation high above.

"Jenkins, outside..."

Miss Audrey lifted her head, her red, swollen eyes gazing outside. She struggled to control her emotions, not wanting to lose her composure in front of her student.

"It's an angel of the Righteous God, the Earth Mother," Jenkins explained. "Every March, a servant of that great being descends to the material world to inspect the state of agriculture. This is just a coincidence. But I suspect their angel can only hope to stall one of the heretical ones. After all, the former is merely a projection here to inspect crops, while the latter has descended in its true form, bent on slaughter. Still, it will buy us some time. I wonder how the local Church's angel-summoning ritual is coming along..."

Jenkins shared everything he knew and had deduced. Miss Audrey didn't ask about the source of his information; instead, she silently gazed at her teacher's body in the dim living room.

The deceased woman's expression was peaceful. At least she had passed on in the company of those dearest to her—a blessing many could only wish for.

Jenkins tried to activate his ability with his mind, but there was no response. Of the four angels that had descended, one had already broken through Nolan's seal. It was only a matter of time before the other three followed suit. He was powerless to stop it.

Miss Brolignans had to live. Otherwise, mortals stood no chance of stopping even a single angel. *I can buy some time, too,* he thought, *but I can only kill the strongest of them—the Angel of Fire.*

He stared blankly at the sky outside for a long moment before finally turning around.

The woman and the girl in the living room were both watching him. Jenkins remained silent, stroking his cat once before holding out his right hand. A pure white feather materialized, floating just above his palm.

The feather was magnificent, exquisitely beautiful. In the living room, lit only by candlelight, its pure white luminescence briefly outshone the yellow flame. But Jenkins felt no joy at its appearance; his heart only grew heavier.

The feather hovered over his palm, bathing him in a soft light that made him seem to glow before the window. The others in the room subconsciously held their breath, waiting for him to speak.

"Is that... C-01-5-8222, the Angel's Resurrection Feather?"

Jenkins remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. It was the well-versed Miss Audrey who recognized it at once. Fini, of course, didn't understand the string of numbers, but she understood the word "resurrection" perfectly.

He had obtained this feather from the Mysterious Realm inside that strange apartment building. Afterward, Miss Bevanna had instructed him to tell no one and simply keep it for himself. Because of this, it was likely that not even Papa Oliver knew he possessed such an item.

The moment Miss Audrey saw the pure white feather in Jenkins's palm, she understood his intention.

"Fini, there's something I have to tell you."

Jenkins rudely cut Miss Audrey off and turned to the little girl. Fini stared blankly for a moment before nodding. Her gaze shifted from the body on the sofa to the sacred-looking feather in Jenkins's hand, and her heart felt as if it had been dealt a heavy blow.

"I know Louise is probably in a very bad way right now," he began, his voice strained. "She might even be... I was going to use this to save her. This feather... it can resurrect anyone who dies before midnight. But now..."