Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 613

"I hope the next time we meet, you'll choose somewhere other than a rooftop. It's absolutely freezing up here."

The two stood together in the evening wind, gazing at the cityscape for a while before Magic Miss complained to Jenkins.

"Fine..." he conceded. "Then let's get straight to the point. I trust you haven't mentioned what happened in the cemetery to anyone."

"Of course not. What good would it do me to spread that story around? Besides, if word got out, you and your friends would surely come after me. I have no desire to be turned into a pile of artless spare parts."

Jenkins grunted, letting the topic drop.

"I hope you can set aside your prejudice against the followers of the New God," he said. "So far, I don't believe we've done a single thing that could be considered evil in the traditional sense."

A scornful look flickered across the woman's face at his words, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Let's not waste any more time here. I still have to get home and prepare food for the Year's End Festival. What is it you want? I can promise you, I won't reveal anything about you, through any means."

"I'm not worried about that," Jenkins replied. "Of course, your discretion will certainly earn my friendship. Please, take this..."

"Unicorn hair," he explained. "I believe you're still in need of it."

Jenkins's potion still required two thousand-year-old wood hearts, so the hair was of no use to him.

"Thank you. I'll pay you for it," she said. "Now... what are you planning? I won't get involved in anything dangerous. I trust you can understand that."

Despite her words, she accepted the lock of hair. She held it high, and against the crimson clouds on the horizon, the soft strands swayed gently in the wind.

Witnessing this, the woman couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"There is indeed something I need your help with. It's a small matter, nothing to worry about..."

"When you say it like that, I get more worried. What is it, exactly?"

"Are you aware of the massive explosion in the industrial district earlier this week?"

Jenkins kept his tone as gentle as possible, trying not to frighten her with what he was about to say.

"Of course. Why? Do you know the inside story?"

she asked, tucking the unicorn hair into a small container she carried.

"A little," he admitted. "The reason we can stand here looking at the sunset instead of a blanket of grey fog is because of what happened there. I need you to provide me with a ritual to seal a divine being..."

"Wait, what did you just say?"

The woman cut him off, her voice laced with panic.

Jenkins had no desire to meet the Sage in the material world, and Alexia had already stated she was helpless against divine entities. The only person Jenkins could think of was this mysterious woman. The projection ritual she had repaired still made him feel he'd gotten the better end of the bargain.

"A divine being? You're saying the factory explosion and the disappearance of that thick fog were because of... I see. That explains everything!"

She had no intention of explaining what she understood to Jenkins, but from her tone, it was clear she'd realized something of great importance.

"I don't possess any rituals that can harm a divine being."

"I don't need to harm it. I just need to restrain it. Even for only three seconds." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel~fire~net

Three seconds was enough time for [Blasphemous Creation] to take effect, and long enough for [Mechanical Light] to envelop the target. He just didn't know if the ability would work on a Scion of an Evil God.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're plotting, but I truly have no rituals that can affect a divine being. I don't know if you understand, but that kind of entity is simply not something we mortals can interact with. Even a mere glance can cause permanent damage to one's soul and body. Since you consider us friends, I must warn you: even as a follower of a New God, do not make an enemy of such a thing... unless your god is willing to intervene."

Jenkins wasn't one to be stingy with his divinity, but he had to be careful. After he heard from the huntress next week, dealing with the vampires would also require immense power, and he only had a single drop of divinity to his name.

"If I can obtain more divinity from the Scion of the Evil God..."

That was the best-case scenario: using divinity to obtain more divinity. But if the plan went awry, it meant he would have to face the vampire demigod head-on.

He still had [Mechanical Light] as a fallback, but a vampire wouldn't be held in place by Magic Miss the way Mr. Clark had been. The moment it scattered into a swarm of bats, [Mechanical Light] would be useless, unable to envelop them all.

Watching Candle Mr leap like a cat to an adjacent rooftop and then vanish into the alley below, Agnes Howard felt a pang of melancholy.

"Getting too involved with someone like that... I'm sure it won't end well for me."

"Don't be so certain."

The woman's voice echoed directly in her mind. Miss Howard spun around, but her attempt to bow was stopped by a woman who had appeared from nowhere.

She appeared to be around forty, with the elegant bearing of a high-society matron. She wore a blue gemstone earring in her left ear and a red one in her right, and in her hand, she held a compass-like device.

Its needle was currently spinning rapidly clockwise.

"Agnes, I've told you before, there's no need to bow to me. At least, not yet."

"Why are you here? I thought... that the time was drawing near."

"It is. On the night of the Year's End Festival,"

the unfamiliar woman murmured, gazing in the direction Jenkins had disappeared. "Was he testing the waters? No, it must be a coincidence. It seems someone else has a premonition about what's to come in two days."

Jenkins hadn't been sure if the lucky candy he'd eaten had taken effect, but on Sunday morning, a long-awaited piece of news finally arrived.

"Yes, the followers of the Prince of Lies in Eldron have all been rounded up."

Sitting in Miss Bevanna's office, he noted that she seemed to be in high spirits as well.

"Judging from the materials seized on Green Avenue, we have every reason to believe we've captured the core members of the heretical sect. This may well be the greatest victory for the Orthodox Church in its struggle against such cults in nearly a century."

Jenkins smiled, stroking his cat. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. The paperwork at City Hall was nearly complete, but with the upcoming Year's End Festival, he wouldn't actually receive the inheritance until after the new year. Once he did, all he had to do was repay the ten thousand pounds he owed and then use the transfer records to return everyone's money. Then, this whole troublesome affair, born from a sense of "justice," would finally be over.

Of course, it would be impossible to ensure that no one lost a single shilling, but at least most people wouldn't suffer significant financial losses from the ordeal.