Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1151

"Why is it that every friend who visits loves to peel fruit for you?"

Jenkins watched Sigrid Capet peel an apple, a trivial thought drifting through his mind. Out loud, he said something else entirely.

"I'm not really injured, or at least not seriously. But everyone at the Church insists I need a proper rest, so I'm stuck here, either reading or writing. It has its upsides, though. I've finally started the third book I've been planning for ages."

Miss Capet's eyes fell on the pages Jenkins was holding up, and a gentle smile graced her lips.

"I've heard a little about what happened on Monday. I think the Church of Knowledge and Books is right to be cautious. After accomplishing something so monumental, a proper rest will do your body and soul some good."

Because Jenkins had been the one to lead her out of the Mirror Realm, Miss Capet harbored her own suspicions about him being the Saint Son. Of course, she would never voice them—it was enough that she knew.

In truth, Jenkins's ability to guide her out of the Mirror Realm had nothing to do with him being the Saint Son.

"Did you see Miss Knight during all that?"

"Of course. She and that dragon of hers were a far grander sight than everyone else combined."

Miss Capet had always been curious about Miss Knight. It wasn't the kind of interest Hathaway had for Briny, but a purely academic curiosity stemming from her draconic lineage.

"It seems Miss Knight has taken a major step forward in awakening her bloodline. It's been many years since a dragonkin with such concentrated blood has appeared in the material world."

The dragons of old left many bloodlines behind in the material world, but with their departure so long ago, those lines have thinned with every passing generation. Miss Knight's case was far beyond what simple atavism could explain.

"She must have gained something significant in the Mirror Realm!"

Miss Capet repeated, and it wasn't the first time she'd said it.

"The entrance to the Mirror Realm was destroyed last week. The only way we'll ever know what she gained is if she tells us herself. I know it's impolite to pry into another's secrets, but aren't you the least bit curious?"

She offered the apple to Jenkins, who accepted it with a quiet word of thanks. His cat immediately trotted over, propping its front paws on the high mound of blankets and repeatedly pawing at Jenkins's arm.

"I'm curious, but not overly so."

He couldn't quite grasp the source of Miss Capet's curiosity. He even began to suspect the blonde woman might have some strange bloodline of her own, and was perhaps seeking a method to gain power.

"Let's go ask her together. With the Mirror Realm sealed, her method for gaining power can't be replicated, so there's a good chance she'll tell us. Will you come with me?"

Jenkins had speculated that Miss Knight might have killed her mirror-world counterpart to complete herself and mend her bloodline, but it was only a theory. He was, of course, also curious about what the women who had split from the group had been up to, but his curiosity wasn't overwhelming.

"I've been busy lately."

"That's all right. I'm sure you can find the time."

"Well... all right. I suppose we can go together. But I won't say much. I don't want it to look like we're pressuring her to reveal her secrets."

"Don't worry, I'll be very diplomatic."

Miss Capet replied with a smile.

Between his quasi-house arrest and the relentless downpour over Nolan, Jenkins hadn't stepped outside all day.

Aside from entertaining friends, he spent his time dealing with the aftermath of Monday's incident. Slaying four angels hadn't brought him any tangible benefits beyond renown; the celestial beings hadn't even left corpses behind.

But he had accomplished other meaningful things during Monday's events. For instance, to help Louise's soul ascend and become an angel, he had absorbed the drop of divinity from the Evergreen Forest.

While he hadn't done anything particularly momentous in his divine state, he had still absorbed divinity from another god, and with it came a sliver of additional knowledge.

As Jenkins had expected, the drop of divinity belonged to the God of Music Hathaway worshiped, the "Wondrous Score." Since he had already absorbed divinity from that same god last autumn while dealing with the Twin Demons incident, assimilating this new knowledge was a familiar and effortless process.

After confirming no one else was likely to visit soon, Jenkins decided to feign a nap. He locked his door from the inside and pulled the curtains shut, silencing the downpour raging outside.

He turned to find his cat perched obediently on the bed, its wide eyes tracking his every move.

"What are you up to?"

Jenkins asked nervously.

The cat tilted its head back and let out a soft cry before rolling over on the smooth sheets, exposing its soft underbelly.

"I don't have time to play right now. Later, okay?"

The cat ceded its spot on the bed, hopping down to the rug. Then, in a three-part leap—from rug to chair, chair to desk, and desk to bookshelf—it settled on the very top, watching Jenkins from above.

Jenkins leaned back against the headboard, relaxing his mind and focusing on the familiar mass of knowledge within his consciousness. Even though he had encountered this god's divinity before, this second exposure still offered new insights.

He wasn't sure if it was due to his prior experience or the influence of his "The Player" ability, but his mind processed the bundle of knowledge with incredible speed.

Within seconds, golden streams of light began to flicker in the murky darkness behind his closed eyelids. The darkness of a closed eye is never uniform, but as the streams appeared, everything beyond their glow plunged into the most profound black.

He began to hear things—the sound of applause. As the countless golden streams of light danced and intertwined, the black background sharpened, resolving into a massive red curtain. The ceaseless applause seemed to be coming from just behind it.

The applause gradually faded. Behind the curtain, the dark silhouette of a slender woman materialized, deepening from a faint shadow into solid form. As she appeared, a pleasant humming replaced the now-vanished applause.

She sang with the simplest of techniques, the tune nothing more than an unadorned lullaby. The woman seemed to be humming on a whim, yet from the very first note, Jenkins was utterly entranced.

He couldn't describe her voice, or the melody. In his two lifetimes, he had never heard music that resonated so deeply with his very soul.

The composition wasn't profound, nor was the singer's technique particularly refined. Even the "performance" itself felt entirely impromptu.

And yet, this simple melody made Jenkins's soul tremble. In a trance, he felt as if he could see the entire world, as if he were soaring freely through a dream.

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