Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1171

In the Legacy Sage Church of Spa Town, the old Keeper of Secrets burned the letter bound for Bel Diran before settling onto the drawing-room sofa to chat with Jenkins. But before they could even move past the tiresome topic of the weather, a reply arrived.

With a sharp crackle, a flicker of flame materialized above the desk not far from the sofa. A letter appeared out of thin air, drifting down into the Keeper’s hands.

“A reply already? That was fast.”

The old man muttered to himself as he unfolded the letter. The moment he saw the first line, his hand trembled so violently he almost tore the paper.

His gaze darted from the letter to Jenkins’s face, then back to the letter. He looked at Jenkins again, his eyes wide, before returning to the message one more time.

He took several deep breaths to calm himself, then carefully folded the letter and tucked it into a book on the side table. Adjusting his posture, the Keeper of Secrets once again looked at the young man on the sofa, who was feeding fruit to his cat.

“Hm? Oh, yes, that’s me,” Jenkins replied. “What did the Holy See say? Do they want me to take the steam train back? Gods, that’s a trip halfway across the continent.”

“It really is you... I mean, it is an honor to... I never imagined a living Saint would grace the Spa Town diocese. I... I don’t know what to say...”

“Saint Williams, the Holy See has just sent instructions. They are relieved you’re unharmed and that you were able to find the nearest Legacy Sage Church. The Nolan diocese reported you missing this morning. It’s a good thing you appeared when you did, otherwise it would have caused an even bigger commotion.”

“The Holy See directs that you do not need to take the steam train back to Nolan. The Church will arrange for a steam airship to pick you up in the Hamparvo Kingdom. However, you will need to travel to Ruen City and await its arrival. A steam airship cannot operate in the extreme climate around Spa Town; the temperature here is unsuitable for the specialized steam boilers... This is the letter. You may examine it yourself.”

The conveniences afforded by the title of Saint were beyond imagination. After his Soul Emblem was verified, Jenkins’s identity was officially confirmed. To avoid causing a stir, Jenkins asked the local church members not to publicize his status, speaking only with the bishop.

As was customary, most diocesan bishops were elderly men. The Spa Town diocese was no exception. Though its jurisdiction was small, covering only the town itself, it was a well-run establishment that followed all the proper procedures.

As it happened, a train was departing from Spa Town for Ruen City that very day. When Jenkins explained that he wanted to leave immediately, someone quickly procured a ticket for him on the six o’clock evening train.

The Spa Town diocese could only communicate with the Holy See through the costly and time-consuming method of letter correspondence, but the Ruen diocese was another matter entirely. Once he reached Ruen, he might find another way to contact Nolan.

Initially, the Spa Town diocese had wanted to send an escort with Jenkins to Ruen, but he politely declined. He explained that he was a level-four Enchanter with extensive combat experience. While the region was unfamiliar to him, no one here knew him, so there was no reason to believe anyone would plot against him.

Rather than attract attention with a group of guards, he preferred to travel alone. The journey from Spa Town to Ruen was only two nights and a day—hardly a major undertaking.

“But this is against protocol. Your arrival is a matter we must take seriously.”

The old bishop expressed his concern, his brow furrowed with worry. He had remained by Jenkins’s side since his identity was confirmed, even suggesting a small sermon where Jenkins could explain the Sage’s doctrines to the local priests and clergy.

“It’s fine, really. Please don’t make a fuss over me. Just think of me as an ordinary believer here on holiday. Besides, my travels are always peaceful. There won’t be any major problems.”

And so, that same afternoon, Jenkins bid farewell to the group that had escorted him to the station. He boarded the train bound for Ruen City and began the next leg of his journey. It was a shame he couldn’t explore the bustling town, so he bought a few souvenirs near the station to give to his friends upon his return to Nolan.

After confirming that his luggage had been safely delivered to his compartment, Jenkins sat down on the soft bed. Only then did he truly begin to process the day’s incredible events. This morning had been so... ordinary. Yet by evening, he had crossed half a continent and was about to embark on a train journey through the ice-and-snow-covered north. It was truly difficult to fathom.

His thoughts drifted to the cause of it all, and his gaze fell upon the cat curled up comfortably on the pillow.

His eyes narrowed. Because he had been thrust into a Mysterious Realm immediately after the teleportation, he hadn’t had a chance to punish the cat for its blunder. He reached out and poked the creature, which was squinting as if half-asleep. It replied with a lazy stretch.

It swatted Jenkins’s finger away with its front paw, letting out a languid cry that sounded more like a yawn.

“I have a feeling you knocked that bottle over on purpose this morning,” Jenkins accused. “Be honest, what were you trying to do?”

He asked the question, then immediately felt a bit foolish for talking to a cat.

The cat, of course, ignored him, remaining comfortably sprawled on the pillow. While it disliked being away from home for too long, a soft cushion was more than enough to keep it content.

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“No more playing with butterflies in the future.”

Jenkins continued his one-sided conversation, feeling increasingly silly. He wasn’t entirely convinced that his highly intelligent cat wasn’t just playing dumb, but looking at its innocent, dopey expression, he felt it wasn’t that kind of cat.

Besides, ever since their time in Shire City, Jenkins had known the cat despised those strange, disorienting butterflies. What happened this morning was surprising, but perhaps not entirely out of character.

In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to properly scold the cat, let alone punish it. He could only threaten to cut its rations. The cat threw a small tantrum before settling back down, leaving Jenkins with the strange impression that he was the one being comforted.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll deal with you when we get back to Nolan. I absolutely cannot let you get into the habit of breaking things whenever you please!”

For now, man and cat were both in the Hamparvo Kingdom, effectively stowaways. Jenkins usually kept a phantom in his wardrobe at home as a means of teleporting back, but on Friday morning at the cemetery, he had canceled it, setting up a new one among the gravestones in case a fight broke out.

To avoid starting rumors about a haunted cemetery, he had dispelled that phantom as well when he left. He hadn’t gone home afterward, spending the entire night at Hathaway’s place, which meant that now, even if he wanted to, he had no way of returning to Nolan on his own.