Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Jenkins asked, astonished.

“The official explanation for the public is that recent advancements in mathematics and astronomy have allowed for a more precise correction of the calendar. The true reason, however, is that the new great being that appeared some days ago has finally been confirmed to truly exist. That being’s divine domain is likely related to secrecy, as we can’t obtain any information about Them through astrology or divination. To put it irreverently, if the stars in the sky weren’t still shining, we couldn’t even be certain It truly exists. Because of this existential uncertainty, this being cannot yet add a day to the year, which led to this result.”

“Is that even possible?”

Papa Oliver gave him a look that suggested he found the thoughts of youth far too simple. “What the public knows is also the truth, in a way. Both astrologers and astronomers have discovered that the number of days in a year has genuinely changed. An extra day every four years—that wasn’t our decree. The world itself has changed.”

“So which month did they add the day to?”

Jenkins asked, the newspaper rustling as he flipped through its pages.

“August, the Month of Artisans and Gentle Rain. That being appeared at the end of August.” Read complete versıon only at novel~fire~net

Thank goodness it was August and not February. Otherwise, Jenkins might have started questioning his whole transmigration and slowly driven himself mad.

“So this really is a world governed by will, where consciousness shapes reality?”

Jenkins gazed at the roughly scrawled formulas in the newspaper and then out at the setting sun. His understanding of this world deepened, and a sense of wonder washed over him.

As this thought took shape, a cold aura emanated from the void, and the spirit within his body inexplicably surged.

Papa Oliver asked without even looking up from his meal.

“Yes,” Jenkins replied. “I was still level one before I went to sleep.”

“Lucky kid. Not even two months on the job and you’re already level two. I’m really starting to believe the Goddess favors you.”

Jenkins smiled sheepishly.

Just as Papa Oliver had said when they first met, the most orthodox way to increase one’s spirit was to emulate the Enchanters of ancient legend and comprehend the world. Therefore, it was perfectly normal for someone to level up for no apparent reason after a night’s sleep. After all, the soul is most relaxed in dreams. While this also made it more susceptible to encounters with great and strange beings—like the Professor—it also made it easier to experience the world.

On the surface, regarding the matter of the demon, Jenkins and Papa Oliver were merely the ones who had exposed it; the rest had nothing to do with them. So he had spent the last two days lying around, treating it as a vacation. Life as a clerical Scribe was just that easy.

As for the incident in the Mysterious Realm, it hadn’t even occurred in the Nolan diocese, so no one would bring it up. Let the people in Shire deal with it.

“By the way, a Mr. Brol brought your fan mail to my shop looking for you yesterday. I think he wanted to talk about a new book.”

“I can visit him tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow won’t work. You have something else to do.”

Jenkins was taken aback.

“Accepting your title. It’s a small matter, just an honorary barony. You don’t even have to meet the king. Aside from the title itself, it just means you’ll get five pounds a month. Get yourself ready tomorrow morning and go to the church in the afternoon. Your investiture has arrived. We don’t know who from the central church is coming yet, but you need to take this seriously. Don’t disgrace the diocese.”

“Oh, it’s finally here? Huh, why on the same day?”

“Is that what you’re focused on? What else could it be? It’s intentional.”

Papa Oliver shrugged, as if it were obvious.

“This title... it’s just because I wrote a book?”

“You’ll understand these things once you’ve been around longer.”

Papa Oliver waved his hand dismissively. “The royal family’s goal is to give you a title. The reason, of course, can be whatever they say it is. It’s not as if the royals haven’t granted titles for such reasons in recent years. The papers call it ‘promoting the kingdom’s cultural development and celebrating its outstanding culture’.”

Jenkins nodded. In his past life, never mind authors—even fictional characters like Sherlock Holmes had been knighted by the Queen of England. This sort of thing wasn’t unusual. To some, an honorary baron wasn’t even considered true nobility.

The two continued their meal. Jenkins glanced toward the door.

“Did anyone come to see me these past few days?”

“The Bishop and Bincy came by once and brought a bouquet of flowers. The apple you’re eating was brought by Hathaway Hersha. She said Miss Mikhail is still recuperating in the hospital and will come to thank you personally in a while. When Miss Bevanna came by yesterday, she happened to run into a Miss Evergarden and Miss Audrey. How do you know those two?”

“But I don’t know them?”

Jenkins asked, confused.

“Miss Audrey said she would visit again in a few days. She has something important to discuss with you.”

“That’s everyone. We didn’t inform your father and mother about what happened. I assume you wouldn’t want them to know, right?”

Papa Oliver finished his meal and left, saying he still had some things to attend to.

Jenkins had the maid, who appeared right on schedule, clean the room. Then he closed all the doors and windows before finally sitting back down at the desk in his bedroom.

“What have I actually accomplished?”

He held Chocolate up to the light of the elegant gas lamp, contemplating the gains and losses from his trip from Nolan to Shire.

“A black ability, a pencil, a divine art, a red ability, leveled up to two, and I resolved the hidden danger of the bones. Oh, and that rapier I left in Shire, plus a few coins.”

As he spoke, he carefully felt around under his blanket. There were four green coins in total: three were solid, and one was ethereal and transparent.

“What are these things for?”

He furrowed his brow in confusion. If they were merely a byproduct of the [Blasphemous Creation] ability, they were far too exquisite. Perhaps he could find an answer in the church’s library.

He dipped his pen in ink and set it aside, spread a clean sheet of paper before him, closed his eyes, and actively began to explore the mass of knowledge that had come with his divinity.

Unlike last time, no concrete image appeared. In a trance, he saw a magnificent, golden hall shrouded in clouds and mist. The phantom of a woman stood in the center, and the faint sound of music reached his ears.

The trouble was, it wasn’t a single piece of music but many different melodies playing at once—some rousing, some sorrowful, some joyful, some somber. All of these sounds possessed a supernatural power, and the knowledge was embedded within the music.

Jenkins opened his eyes, a ringing still echoing in his ears. He stared blankly at the light of the kerosene lamp, unable to even process where the light was coming from.