Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 590

The B-08-02-8214 machine and the B-06-4-5509 candle were both recovered by the Church after Jenkins returned. The former, embedded deep in the earth, had to be transported back to the Church in one solid block.

Jenkins watched as people carried away the soulless bodies of the vampires. He saw Captain Bincy, now healed and awake, standing in a silence that mirrored his own. Finally, he watched as they covered Mr. Bentz with a white sheet.

He asked Alexia Miller to handle his transaction with Silver Flute Miss, while he himself remained at the church. He didn't speak a word until Papa Oliver appeared.

"You don't need to console me. All mortals must die—I understood that long ago. Besides, Mr. Bentz fell in the line of duty, on a mission for the Church. There is honor in that."

He slowly traced the holy emblem over his chest.

Papa Oliver patted his shoulder and sat down beside Jenkins.

"As long as you understand... So, what exactly happened? I only just got the news."

"The A-12-02-3320 Soul-Switching Corpse incident is over. I personally incinerated the core corpse. The vampires needed that body as well—they planned to use the equivalent exchange machine to convert it into materials they required. However, through some form of divination, they learned that something unexpected would happen tonight, which led to... well, to what just happened."

Jenkins fabricated the events that occurred after Captain Bincy lost consciousness. He seized the opportunity to inform the Church that the vampires possessed a "magical mirror." Since that particular aberration would never awaken, Jenkins had no fear of his lie being exposed.

"The Twin Demons and his companion—I believe it was the man in the black robe. He also wanted the corpse, since it was part of a Cursed Item, after all..."

Papa Oliver nodded, asking no more questions. They sat on a bench in the hallway, and he looked up at the overcast sky, for a moment at a loss for words.

He stole a glance at Jenkins, whose face was completely devoid of expression.

"Jenkins, everything will be all right."

"...I know, Papa Oliver. I understood that a long time ago. All mortals must die."

After Papa Oliver left, Jenkins said a brief farewell to Miss Bevanna and returned to his room to rest. He stroked the small kitten curled up on his pillow, then gripped a spiritual lodestone and transported himself to the city of Ruen.

He was no longer in the familiar, dimly lit room with its comfortable cushioned chairs. This was clearly a spacious study.

He found himself sitting on a wooden chair at a large desk. Across from him, Dolores Stuart, wrapped in a wine-red jacket, was staring in frustration at a piece of paper, pen in hand. Julia stood nearby holding a tea tray, while Alexia sat on a sofa near the window.

Although the curtains were drawn, the room was brightly lit, and Jenkins could still make out the faint, swirling shapes of snowflakes falling outside the window.

At the sound of his arrival, Dolores looked up nervously, carefully studying his expression. Alexia must have told her a little of what had transpired. It was only then that Jenkins noticed she was wearing a pair of delicate, gold-rimmed glasses, which made her look even more refined.

He adjusted his mood and placed the cat, Chocolate, who he'd been holding, onto the desk.

"Miss Stuart, why the glasses?" he asked. "I recall your vision being excellent."

"They're just for show," she replied.

She took them off and handed them to Jenkins. As he suspected, the lenses were simple, non-prescription glass.

"You don't need to worry about me," Jenkins said.

He hesitated for a moment as he spoke. Instead of returning the glasses, he made a surprisingly bold move, placing them on his own face. He then smiled at the three women in the room, and they couldn't help but break into laughter as well.

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They were in Dolores's study within the royal palace. Though it was called a "study," the room was at least three times the size of Jenkins's own quarters at the church. Three rows of bookshelves lined the walls, with an open area in the center furnished with desks, coffee tables, and a round table. Along the windowed wall stood decorative display stands and a sofa. Gilded ornaments were scattered throughout the room, and a magnificent crystal chandelier cast a light far brighter than any gas lamp.

It was a room of a luxury most people could never even imagine.

Dolores was working on the arithmetic homework Alexia had assigned her. The problems were standard applied mathematics, and both the writer and his cat considered them to be of no great difficulty. The third princess, however, was on the verge of losing her mind.

Alexia was an exceptionally responsible tutor. She insisted that Dolores finish all the problems before their little gathering of four could officially begin. This only deepened the princess's misery, leaving her to stare down at her paper while furtively listening to the conversation between Jenkins and Alexia.

"That thousand-year-old wood heart you needed," Alexia said, "I placed it in the alley you always take on your way from the church to Pops Antique Shop. It's by the east entrance to Rotten Fish Alley, resting against the brick wall. It looks just like a dried branch that was carelessly tossed aside. I'm sure you'll be able to spot it."

"Excellent. I'll retrieve it tomorrow morning."

He thought for a moment, then added, "Now I'm only missing the last two wood hearts to complete the potion. I hope to get this sorted out soon. I'm genuinely curious about Mr. Saramanda's intentions."

"But you can't just drink a magical potion recklessly," Alexia cautioned. "You need to be more careful. Speaking of which, I've also prepared the materials for the Hemolytic Toxin. When do you plan on brewing it?"

"As soon as possible," Jenkins replied. "The brewing cycle isn't very long. Perhaps this weekend. I recall Miss Stuart expressing an interest in potion-making. She could come along and observe."

Dolores feigned ignorance, keeping her head down as if she were still engrossed in her work. In truth, the corners of her lips were curled into a slight, pleased smile, betraying a joy she could hardly contain.

When Jenkins had visited Ruen the previous week, he had unexpectedly attended a ball at Julia's request, and had even ended up in a duel with some commoner whose name he couldn't recall.

Although Alexia hadn't been present, she heard the full account from Julia afterward. She had no issue with Jenkins fighting an ordinary man, but his rash appearance at Dolores's side had been far too risky.

"What Dolores needs right now is an ally who operates from the shadows," Alexia explained. "That alone would serve as a powerful deterrent."

He offered an apologetic smile, and seeing it, she decided not to press the issue with the rather immature man.