Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1147

"Papa Oliver is so melodramatic."

Leaning against the headboard, Jenkins chuckled and muttered to himself, folding the note and setting it aside. Just then, his cat trotted over, and he happily scooped it into his arms.

It was Tuesday night. Jenkins had been unconscious for just over ten hours—less than a full day—after reverting from his Saint form.

"Ah, I missed the gathering in Ruen!"

He thought with a pang of frustration, worried that Alexia might be concerned about the situation here.

So much had happened during yesterday's torrential downpour that, upon waking, Jenkins could hardly distinguish between feverish dreams and actual events.

But the thought of Louise and the deaths of everyone else in that alley still weighed heavily on him. The dead couldn't be brought back. Even if Louise now existed as an angel, it didn't change the tragedy that had unfolded.

While Jenkins was lost in his quiet grief, Miss Bevanna filled him in on what had transpired that morning while he was unconscious. It was confirmed that all four Slaughter Angels had been defeated. Whether they were truly destroyed or had simply returned to their heretical god was a matter beyond mortal concern.

The unusual storm had raged for the entire day yesterday. Most of Nolan's residents had stayed indoors for one reason or another, and those who did venture out were unlikely to have noticed the strange phenomena in the sky.

In response, the City Council was quick to issue a public statement to quell the rumors.

"This is a lingering aftereffect of Duke Antak's attempt to poison the city's water supply. Residual toxins have re-entered the residential water pipes after a full water cycle, which explains the current situation." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel{f}ire.net

Miss Bevanna explained to Jenkins that pinning any and all blame on Duke Antak was now perfectly acceptable. After all, with war between the two nations imminent, the Council was more than happy to find additional justifications to paint their country as the righteous party.

"You performed admirably yesterday, Jenkins. Both your timing and your combat prowess far exceeded our expectations. Perhaps we've been a bit too protective, so much so that we failed to realize you've already become a Scribe capable of being a core member of our forces... The diocese is planning to arrange for your transfer to Bel Diran once you complete this round of training. That's a place far better suited for your development..."

Jenkins's head snapped up, but he could see that Miss Bevanna wasn't joking.

But it was still too early to think about such things. The so-called first round of training would last at least another six months. During that time, Jenkins couldn't leave Nolan, and even if he wanted to, it was highly likely that various circumstances would force him to return.

Miss Bevanna was incredibly busy at the moment; she had only been watching over him because he remained unconscious. Now that Jenkins was awake and seemed to be in excellent spiritual and physical condition, she left after a brief chat.

But he wasn't alone in the room. The doctors, nuns, and trusted servants assigned to care for him were on standby. With the angel crisis resolved, Jenkins's safety was now the top priority.

"What even happened yesterday? It was less than forty-eight hours ago, but it feels like half a month has passed... Papa Oliver left in the morning, I ran into Miss Stevel at the shop, then the Rain Man disguised as Papa Oliver at the door, then I met Fini and found out Louise was in danger, then the incident at Miss Audrey's house, and after that, I killed the pirate king Diwo all by myself..."

He then recalled the message he'd seen in the "future," the one that instructed him to kill Diwo before the end of the month. He had indeed accomplished that, since the month ended this Sunday, but it still hadn't changed the fact that Diwo had murdered an entire alley's worth of people.

"So why did it have to be before the end of the month? Why not before Monday? Was I meant to prevent something else, something even more brutal that was supposed to happen after he slaughtered everyone in the alley?"

He couldn't puzzle it out, so his gaze fell upon Miss Audrey, who had come to visit. The diviner looked remarkably well—better, in fact, than anyone else Jenkins had seen since waking up.

"Is something wrong?"

Seeing the puzzled look in his eyes, Miss Audrey, who was sitting by his bedside, asked softly. Jenkins shook his head, deciding not to tell anyone about the strange message from the future. Instead, he brought up another matter:

"Before she left, Miss Bevanna told me about a... a friend of mine, Fini Faithford—the girl who was here to see me just before you came in. Her friend, Louise, died yesterday. She was here crying for a long time and had only just managed to compose herself..."

Jenkins didn't mention the angel to Fini, not only because he worried she might accidentally let it slip, but also because Louise had expended a great deal of energy yesterday and likely wouldn't be able to manifest again for a long time.

"Miss Bevanna said that the girl, Louise, was found dead last night, along with everyone else in her alley. The patrolling Nightwatchmen also discovered the mangled corpse of the pirate king Diwo in the ruins. At first, they thought the alley had been destroyed as collateral damage from the battle in the sky, but they later realized the times of death didn't line up. Except for Diwo, everyone else died sometime between Sunday night and early Monday morning..."

Jenkins had already told the two diviners most of the story about Louise when he was at their house yesterday. Pretending to be ignorant now, in front of Miss Audrey, was his way of signaling that he didn't want to get any more involved.

Miss Audrey understood. She was also quite certain that Diwo's death was connected to Jenkins. She didn't ask any questions, nor did she voice any suspicions. After yesterday's events, she had resolved to walk the path she had chosen.

"And what about Miss Brolignans? How is she now?"

Miss Audrey sat by the bed, peeling an orange for Jenkins. The cat stood excitedly on his pillow, its eyes fixed on the fruit in her hands. Most animals with a keen sense of smell dislike the pungent aroma of citrus, but Chocolate was an exception. It knew perfectly well just how delicious they were.