Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1153

Jenkins was dazed for a long while after waking up. It took him a moment to remember to thank the nuns pushing the meal cart, and then he began to wonder if everything about the Sage and the God of Music had just been a dream.

But the memories were crystal clear. The path to creating a pseudo-god wasn't limited to a mortal's ascension; a Righteous God of a higher order could also 'create' one.

"Could this be considered a third path to godhood? But why would the Sage do such a thing...? My head aches. Alright, I'm done thinking about it."

Hearing that Jenkins's "condition" had worsened, Miss Bevanna carved out some time from her hectic schedule to visit him. According to her, while the Saint Sons didn't have to pay a price to wield divine power, a mortal body struggled to withstand a force of such a high order. That was why, despite rarely unleashing their full strength, they were always left weakened for a long time afterward.

"That's why the gentleman from the Church of Creation and Machinery is waiting until tomorrow to visit you—he needs to rest as well. While the power you wielded seemed greater, his aftereffects appear to be even more severe than yours."

Miss Bevanna studied Jenkins, whose complexion was now rosy and healthy. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that this was the same man who had been unconscious just that afternoon, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.

Though the angels had been slain, the incident was far from over. While Jenkins rested, KalFax Field and the Nolan garrison, in coordination with the Orthodox Churches, launched a larger and more thorough city-wide manhunt.

The core Benefactors of the Dead Man's Whip were still at large in the city, the elusive Gear Artisans' Association was lurking somewhere beneath the streets, and aberrations of unknown origin were plotting in the shadows. The fall of the angels was not the end. For the people of Nolan, humans and the creatures that were not human were equally the greatest threats to their peace.

Miss Bevanna informed Jenkins that in the early hours of the morning, the Orthodox Churches had raided a Dead Man's Whip stronghold near York Town. During the raid, they had unexpectedly discovered some very important letters.

"An eight-year-old child, raised on impure water, drowned in holy water blessed by a priest. That corpse, after undergoing a series of treatments and preparations, combined with other offerings and the ritual foundation that was destroyed at the stronghold, was all that was needed to successfully summon A-01-1-3411."

As Miss Bevanna explained in detail, Jenkins nodded repeatedly, his mind drifting to what Miss Audrey had told him. She had spoken of a man holding a bizarre artifact, someone they had encountered while trying to stop the ritual to summon the angels.

That item had directly led to Miss Brolignans's death. According to her later recollections, the Cursed Item was related to gears and steam. This forced Jenkins to wonder if the Tree House had orchestrated a connection between the Dead Man's Whip and the Gear Artisans' Association.

This suspicion was still unconfirmed, but the newly discovered clues offered a compelling explanation for why the pirate king Diwo had to be killed by Jenkins before the end of the month.

It was still Wednesday night. Jenkins, feeling full and restless after having slept far too much during the day, made his way down to the Gate of All Things. He struck up a casual conversation with Mr. Smith, the Keeper of Secrets on duty that evening.

Guarding the Gate of All Things typically required one's full, undivided attention. But with Jenkins present, a little relaxation wasn't entirely out of the question.

Their conversation drifted from the angels to the obsidian seal in the continent's central desert, from the snowman legions of the northern kingdoms to the incessant, gloomy rain of the south.

Around nine o'clock, they both heard the hurried patter of many feet from the top of the dim staircase. A moment later, a group of apprentices to the Keepers of Secrets, all clad in white robes, appeared. They were led by the elderly Keeper Tinawa, and each of them cautiously descended, clutching small boxes.

The elderly Tinawa was one of the few female Keepers of Secrets in the Nolan diocese. Jenkins rarely saw her, as she never took a shift before the Gate of All Things. Instead, her duty was to guard an important seal located just off the Nolan coast.

"Open the sealing chamber at the thirty-six-degree angle, depth twelve-point-three."

Her apprentice frantically fumbled in his pocket for the authorization letter, but the old woman calmly presented her personal seal and Soul Emblem to verify her identity.

"That particular sealing chamber?"

Mr. Smith asked, a note of confusion in his voice. After receiving confirmation, he deliberately checked the documents, then casually handed them to Jenkins before turning to open the door. Thɪs chapter is updated by novᴇlfire.net

Jenkins hadn't meant to snoop, but the information was written clearly on the top page. A single glance downward was all it took for him to see it.

"Yes, Mr. Williams. That notorious pirate king was known for his collection of strange Cursed Items. Though he is dead, the special items he carried—as well as some of his organs—must be carefully contained. We were not the first to discover Diwo's body, but out of an abundance of caution, his relics cannot be stored in a single location. Therefore, the five churches of Nolan will each take a portion of them for containment."

The pirate king Diwo was one of the seven most infamous pirates in the material world. For him to die so inexplicably in Nolan was a major event. While Nolan's Benefactors were still reeling from the fallen angels, in the regions outside the city, the impact of Diwo's death was far greater than that of the angels' appearance.

After all, the average person never worried about the probability of encountering an angel. But for those living in coastal cities, the chance of running into pirates was considerably higher.

Numerous factions had placed enormous bounties on Diwo's head. The rewards offered by the Twelve Orthodox Churches alone were enough to turn any impoverished Benefactor into an incredibly wealthy individual.

Unfortunately, Jenkins couldn't admit he was the killer. The murder weapon had been the White Bone Holy Sword, and on Monday, Nolan's guardians had clearly seen an angel of a heretical god wielding that very blade.

Although there was no evidence proving the short-statured angel belonged to the God of Lies, and the Righteous Gods had yet to issue an oracle on the matter, most people were already convinced it was one of his.

"Speaking of which, now that I have an additional divine domain, shouldn't my title change from 'God of Lies' to the 'God of Lies and Protector of Flower Girls'?"