Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1206

After bidding the ladies farewell at the manor gate, the carriage carrying Jenkins and his companions sped along the dark road, heading toward the brightly lit city in the distance.

On the way, Jenkins read the letter while Father Fernando filled him in on the emergency. It was just as Alexia had mentioned that afternoon: the Snowman Legion in the far north had grown restless. At five o'clock, an aurora had descended upon the Great Ice Sheet, rendering everything beneath it impossible to observe. Anyone who entered the area lost all contact with the outside world.

Then, an hour ago, the aurora vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. The newly evolved Snowman Legion began a full-scale southern advance. After annihilating the indigenous villages and tribes near the ice sheet, they had already stormed past Essenberg City, the "First Ice City" of the kingdom's northern territories, and were now marching toward the civilized world.

"Not only have their numbers nearly tripled, but every single one of them now possesses formidable spellcasting abilities. According to current intelligence, 'Aura of Fear,' 'Snowmaking,' and 'Elemental Body' are standard for each snowman, while more powerful individuals even wield abilities like 'Weather Change—Blizzard' and 'Avatar of Undying Snow.' An emergency evacuation is already underway in the kingdom's northern regions, and an Extraordinary item capable of creating a temporary celestial barrier is being transported to the front lines. For now, the Hamparvo army and the Church have mobilized in a joint effort, managing to halt their advance north of New Eiswell City, but it's feared they won't be able to hold out for long... Fortunately, ever since last winter, we've had three or more demigods stationed near the Great Ice Sheet. Otherwise, we'd be facing an even greater disaster."

Mr. Rosier, the demigod from the Inherited Sage Church originally stationed in the Ruen diocese, had missed the opportunity to meet the visiting Saint precisely because it was his turn to stand watch in the far north.

"So, you need me to use my power as the Saint?"

Jenkins inquired. The letter in his hand had come directly from Bel Diran. It detailed the crisis and declared that his jurisdiction was being temporarily transferred from Ruen directly to Bel Diran. The Church was now ordering Jenkins to join the fight. His first task was to accompany a team to the northern front lines, where a dedicated honor guard and military commander would brief him on his specific duties.

However, the power of the Saint didn't seem to include the ability to annihilate an entire army of supernatural creatures with a single strike. After all, their numbers were simply too vast.

"The Snowman Legion's rampage has become a catastrophe that could endanger the entire human world. As we speak, representatives from the Twelve Orthodox Churches and the Three Great Kingdoms have convened at the High Tower to devise a solution. The entire continent has been mobilizing for the last thirty minutes. This event..."

"This is a continental crisis, a threat to the world itself, and we are merely one part of the mobilization. The Church leadership hopes that you, alongside the demigods we can deploy locally, will temporarily hold back the Snowman Legion. Reinforcements are being organized from all over the world and are en route, but that will take time."

Jenkins nodded gravely, his gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window. He could vividly imagine the scene unfolding across the material world as it slipped into darkness: countless people in offices, sending and receiving urgent messages; others poring over documents in libraries, beads of sweat on their brows; and still more boarding emergency steam trains, all bound for Ruen.

"How many demigods from the Twelve Orthodox Churches are there in the Hamparvo Kingdom?" he asked. "Do I need to rendezvous with them before we all head north, or am I to go alone?"

"Twenty-three demigods are available to assist with this matter. The sixteen stationed north of Ruen have already departed. Mr. Rosier from the Inherited Sage Church has been at the Great Ice Sheet for the past half-month, and the other demigods in Ruen have left directly as well. We've arranged for a direct train to the northern ice city. You should go to the church first to rest and gather any necessary supplies. The train departs at nine..."

Jenkins gave another firm nod, stunned that the situation had escalated to such a degree.

Of course, the fact that they weren't having a local demigod simply "carry" him north meant the situation hadn't reached its absolute worst. Still, it was incredibly dangerous. The Church had never before requested that Jenkins participate in a large-scale operation in his capacity as the Saint.

At that very moment, thousands of miles away in Nolan City on the continent's west coast, it was just another ordinary day for most. While a few people worried anxiously about Jenkins's departure, the rest of the city went about their lives as usual.

As night descended upon the city, Papa Oliver adjusted his appraisal glasses inside the antique shop. With a sigh, he set down the silver spoon he'd just determined was nothing more than an ordinary piece.

He glanced around the quiet antique shop, still not quite used to Jenkins's sudden absence. His thoughts drifted to that morning's visit from Hathaway and Briny. When they learned that Jenkins had been called away on business, the looks on their faces clearly blamed him for sending the young man so far away.

"I wonder what Jenkins is doing now."

He took off his glasses and slowly returned them to their velvet-lined case. As he looked up through the display window, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure walking down the street in the opposite direction.

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He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Dropping what he was holding, he moved to chase after her, but as he opened the shop's door, he was nearly bowled over by a young man rushing toward him.

It was a Scribe who had joined the Church two years prior; Papa Oliver couldn't recall his name. He only remembered that despite having joined before Jenkins, the young man was still just a Level 2 Enchanter.

"Sir, it's an emergency! Mr. Smith and Miss Bevanna need you at the church right away."

The young man gasped, out of breath. He opened his satchel, sorted through a bundle of letters, and handed one to Papa Oliver. With a hurried farewell, he dashed off to continue his deliveries.

"What could be so urgent?"

Papa Oliver muttered to himself, only then remembering why he'd rushed outside in the first place. He clutched the letter and scanned the street, but the woman he'd seen was nowhere in sight.

Shaking his head with a sigh of resignation, he walked back into the shop, unfolding the letter as he went. His steps suddenly slowed, then came to a halt. His brow, usually smooth, furrowed deeply, etching lines into his forehead.

"The Snowman Legion? Isn't that..."

He recalled a strange legend he'd heard long ago, back when he lived in Ruen. But then, a far more urgent thought struck him.

"Wait, isn't Jenkins in Ruen right now? He's gotten caught up in something again?"

For a moment, Papa Oliver was torn between feeling relieved that Jenkins was away from Nolan and worrying for the entire Hamparvo Kingdom.

He took a match from behind the counter and set the letter alight. Once he was certain it had burned to ash, he put on his overcoat, locked the shop door, and headed for the church under the silvery glow of the moon.

As he walked, his thoughts turned to Jenkins. It wasn't that he was worried for the young man's safety; rather, he feared that Jenkins's very involvement might trigger a disaster far worse than the Snowman Legion itself.

"How can the Savior of this epoch be even more terrifying than the so-called 'center of disaster' recorded in the annals?"

It was a question he simply could not fathom.