Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 533

Before the fireplace, the woman pushed her teacup slightly toward the man. He heaved a long sigh, as if trying to expel every last bit of his exhaustion:

"Interesting things that happened this week..." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0velFire.ɴet

He shifted his weight, leaning back into his chair. "The last two days alone have been 'interesting' enough."

When Dolores and Julia pushed the door open, Jenkins and Miss Miller were still deep in conversation. The first thing they heard was:

"So, you now suspect the person you met on the night you returned to Nolan was also involved in the birth of the Evil God's Scion?"

"Yes. The birth of a divine scion is strongly linked to abilities of divine manifestation, and besides, there are no further leads on either case."

For a few seconds, Dolores was convinced she had finally gone mad. It wasn't until Julia gave her a gentle nudge that she realized she was still standing in the doorway, hand on the door.

"Good evening, Miss Stuart. Good evening, Miss Minnewick."

"Good evening... Please, continue your conversation. Don't mind me."

When the man spoke of this, he showed no alarm or anxiety, as if he were merely complaining to a friend about a robber in his neighborhood. Miss Miller, who was discussing it with him, frowned deeply but also seemed unsurprised.

Dolores felt as if she and the two people before her occupied entirely different worlds. She had never imagined that matters concerning divine beings could unfold right beside her, that they could be so terrifyingly real.

"...So now I can't go home. The Church is going to perform divination and scrying on the entire block to determine when this all started. But I doubt they'll find anything. After all, that street..."

He trailed off vaguely, but Miss Miller didn't press for details.

"If it's truly as you say, then I believe the situation isn't terribly severe. A divine scion in the material world, particularly in its nascent state, is little more than a powerful creature—nowhere near the level of a god. Considering it's in a human body and was born prematurely, the chances of a catastrophe are slim, provided the Nolan diocese handles it properly."

"I think so too. Nolan is already preparing to impose a curfew. I hope this matter doesn't drag on into the new year."

Jenkins let out a heavy sigh, worried about the misfortune happening so close to him. The situation with the vampires wasn't fully resolved, and now an Evil God's Scion had been born. He genuinely wished the two factions would just go at it and annihilate each other.

"Miss Stuart, I noticed you haven't joined our conversation. How about you? Did you encounter anything interesting this week?"

Dolores opened her mouth, then shook her head. She had been planning to talk about last night's ball, but compared to their previous topic, it seemed like such a trivial matter.

Before meeting the mathematician from Nolan, Dolores had always believed that few people could have a life as dangerous and exciting as her own.

As a princess of the largest kingdom in the human world, she had to navigate the endless schemes of court life while also secretly exploring the mysterious and alluring supernatural world, crossing paths with all manner of dangerous individuals.

But compared to the experiences of this gentleman from another country, her own adventures were hardly worth mentioning. She couldn't begin to imagine a life where calamities occurred almost daily, nor could she fathom the sheer power Mr. Williams must possess to have survived it all.

The item she had promised last week, B-04-5-2218, The Decipherer's Mirror, had been successfully retrieved from the royal vault. It was a hand mirror with a handle of cast gold. A ring of oval gemstones encircled the reflective surface, linked by twisted silver wires that looked like slender snakes coiled around the frame.

"Do you need some privacy?"

Seeing Jenkins take out a rolled-up note, Miss Miller asked thoughtfully.

"No need. To be honest, I don't know what this is either. It was a gift from a rather peculiar friend of mine."

As he spoke, he unrolled the note, smoothed it flat with his hand, and placed it on his lap. Then he took the mirror from Miss Stuart, glanced at his own reflection, and aimed it at the paper on his knee.

Chocolate, who had been lying before the fireplace, now sprang up nimbly. With a short run-up, he leaped onto the armrest of Jenkins's chair, then again to the back of the chair, peering over Jenkins's shoulder with his head thrust forward.

"It's not food. And besides, can you even read?"

Compared to the cat, which made no effort to hide its curiosity, Miss Stuart was far more reserved. Like Miss Miller, she turned her head in the opposite direction, but Julia could tell from her expression that she desperately wanted to be like that cat, peering over Mr. Williams's shoulder to see what was written on the note.

Jenkins was now looking down at the mirror. When he aimed it at the note, he could feel the handle grow slightly warm. A few seconds later, the temperature returned to normal, and a soft light emanated from the mirror's surface, projecting onto the note. Three lines of slender text slowly appeared.

Although the text was in the common tongue, it was clear the writer was unaccustomed to forming such letters. Their native language must have used a different script of thin, sharp runes.

"Excellent, it's in the common tongue. It would have been terrible if this was in lost Elvish."

It seemed Mr. Saramanda had learned the script of this era from his human friends during his time trapped in that Mysterious Realm. This was a great convenience for Jenkins, since even the most recent forms of Elvish were completely lost to time. In other words, not even the most basic runes could be deciphered by the Enchanters of this age.

Most of the text on the note was not in complete sentences, but rather a list of ingredients:

[Water of Life, 1 gill (approx. 142 ml), 30% concentration or higher;

Powdered Elfwood, 0.5 grains (approx. 32.4 mg), from a tree over 100 years old;

Three strands of Unicorn Hair, from a beast 28 years of age or older;

One stalk of Tinder Mint, crushed into a fine powder;

Unmelting Ice, 1.1 grains (approx. 71.28 mg);

Three pieces of Heartwood, 1.8 inches (4.57 cm) each, from any tree species over a thousand years old;]

Below the list of materials were simple instructions for mixing and preparation. The final product was a potion of some kind, but its specific name and purpose were not mentioned.