Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 529

Stiff with tension, Jenkins stared at the flickering flames in the hearth and let out a soft sigh. The moment his intense focus broke, a tidal wave of exhaustion crashed over him.

He didn't even have time to check on Chocolate. After extinguishing the fire in the hearth, his head drooped, and he succumbed to sleep. Follow current novels on novel•fire.net

A few seconds later, Chocolate rose, padded over to the window, and glanced outside. Dozens of carriages from various churches were speeding around the street corner. Satisfied, the cat returned to the sofa, curled up comfortably on Jenkins's lap, and let out a wide, toothy yawn.

The lamplight from the street filtered through the window, casting a soft, gentle sheen on Chocolate's beautiful fur.

When consciousness returned, Jenkins kept his eyes closed. He'd developed a cautious habit since arriving in this world: whenever he awoke from sleep or unconsciousness, his first instinct was to meticulously recall the events that had transpired right before he blacked out.

For someone living on a knife's edge, such caution was not just a habit—it was essential for survival.

"Ah, that's right," he thought. "The terrifying entity next door... it retreated on its own."

With that thought, he opened his eyes, and the first thing to greet his ears was Papa Oliver's voice:

It was clearly payback for the last time.

He had woken up at noon the next day—Monday. And the ceiling was not at all unfamiliar; Jenkins had woken up beneath it many times before.

Only Papa Oliver and Chocolate were in the room. Upon seeing Jenkins stir, the cat stood up from its spot beside the pillow, let out a soft meow, and leaped onto the windowsill before slipping out of the room.

The two didn't immediately launch into a discussion. Instead, they had the nuns bring in lunch. Throughout the meal, Jenkins remained silent. He appeared to be weighed down by a heavy heart, but in reality, he was busy weaving a new web of lies.

"So, how much do you remember about last night?"

After lunch, Miss Bevanna entered the room, accompanied by a Keeper of Secrets. The latter, however, showed no intention of joining the conversation, simply taking a seat at a nearby table with a fountain pen in hand, poised to act as a scribe.

"When I woke up yesterday, it was already noon..."

Soft winter sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the side of Jenkins's face. The weather was pleasant today, perfect for an outing. After a long stretch of foggy days, the temperature had even warmed slightly. A gentle breeze brushed against his skin, creating the faint, tickling sensation of an itch.

His account began from the moment he awoke the previous day, detailing his meeting with John and even the dinner party at Earl Hersha's estate.

When he mentioned John, Miss Bevanna looked as if she wanted to interrupt, but Papa Oliver stopped her with a subtle gesture. And while the agreement with the Earl was unrelated to the night's events, everyone listened intently nonetheless.

The crucial part of his story began after he returned home. Jenkins instinctively lowered his gaze, his eyes becoming unreadable pools that betrayed no emotion:

"After I got home, I played with Chocolate for a while, then sat on the sofa to prepare for next Wednesday's evening class. Then..."

He forced a look of bewilderment onto his face. "I felt... I sensed something vast, bizarre, and terrifying suddenly appear outside the window behind me. When I say vast, I don't mean in physical size, but in some... indescribable presence. I can't explain what it was; I didn't even dare try to perceive it with my spirit. It was like... like the instinctual, overwhelming dread a person feels when staring into an abyss. Yes, that's exactly it!"

Miss Bevanna glanced at Papa Oliver, but his face was an impassive mask.

"I was frozen in place, afraid to even breathe, and the entity behind me seemed just as stationary. We remained like that for what felt like ten minutes—forgive me, I lost all track of time. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. The relief was too much, and I lost consciousness."

"The Church detected the anomaly and dispatched a large number of Enchanters," Miss Bevanna explained. "I believe that is why It departed."

That pronoun was reserved for indescribable entities—beings that could be gods, or monsters whose very names were forbidden.

"Yes. The Evil God's Child from New Truman City... you remember, don't you?" Miss Bevanna asked.

It was just as Jenkins had suspected.

"After we found you, we searched the house next door," Miss Bevanna continued. "We detected intense and chaotic energy fluctuations inside. In a second-floor bedroom, we discovered a woman... her abdomen had been sliced open."

"Was it Mrs. Margaret?" Jenkins asked quietly.

"Yes. If our records are correct, she was indeed your neighbor. And, of course, a member of the Witch's House. Two knights from the Church of Sun and Justice have confirmed it, so there is no mistake."

The room fell silent. Jenkins gazed out the window, his eyes fixed on the thick columns of black smoke still visible in the distance. The gray, somber sky would soon return.

"So, the scion of the pseudo-god, the Void Eye Demon, was born into this world through a witch's womb?"

Miss Bevanna nodded in agreement. She glanced out the window before continuing in a hushed tone:

"Our current theory is that the witches hoped to receive a revelation on achieving godhood through this... method. I trust you haven't forgotten what, exactly, they worship."

Jenkins drew in a sharp breath. He would never have imagined those women possessed such terrifying audacity.

"We also found this."

As she spoke, Miss Bevanna picked up an object from the table behind her. It was a dagger in a leather sheath, resting on a white cloth. The sheath was inlaid with a beautiful red gemstone, which was framed by a hexagonal pattern traced in fine gold wire.

"This is B-02-2-9032, the Decomposer's Scalpel," she stated. "The very one that went missing from Shelley Howell."

Miss Bevanna didn't unsheathe the dagger, as everyone in the room could feel the strange aura emanating from it. Though it was a perfectly formed weapon, a trick of the eye made it seem like a chaotic, shifting pattern, inducing a visceral feeling of unease.

Jenkins was all too familiar with that chaotic, maddening sensation. His neighbor's house had been saturated with the very same aura last night.

"The sheath is also an Extraordinary item," Miss Bevanna explained. "We borrowed it from the Church of Starry Sky and Equilibrium. It's B-03-5-2931, the Sealer's Sheath, designed specifically to contain bladed Extraordinary items. We believe the dagger was used to cut the umbilical cord. It was contaminated by the blood of the Evil God's Child and has undergone its own transformation—an ominous one."