Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 619

"What are you doing?"

Jenkins asked warily.

He remembered what happened last time, and his body instinctively recoiled. It was a good thing he hadn't brought Chocolate this time, or the cat would have had trouble keeping its balance on his shoulder.

"If you have no need for this gift, then how about you let it be my gift instead?"

Alexia didn't press forward, asking with a beaming smile instead.

"It's the festival today..."

Jenkins wanted to refuse but hesitated for a long time. Finally, he placed his hands on her shoulders, leaned down, and gently kissed her forehead.

"Alright, then. Happy festival, Alexia."

"Happy festival, Jenkins."

"Although such an effect isn't rare, it's still a Bestowal, after all."

Jenkins told himself.

After returning to Nolan, he happened to run into Hathaway and Miss Mikhail, who had come to visit. Today, they were both dressed in new gowns he had never seen before, adorned with various accessories, and wearing light makeup.

"You both look truly beautiful. That isn't just a polite compliment."

The two ladies had come together, also wanting to deliver their gifts to Jenkins in person. It was a rare sight to see them inside the Inherited Sage Church, and coincidentally, both needed to visit the washroom to touch up their makeup. This gave Jenkins the opportunity to speak with each of them alone.

"Happy festival, Jenkins."

Hathaway and Jenkins stood together by the window. Chocolate was sprawled out alone before the fireplace, staring at the metal block, its intentions unclear.

"I saw your speech from yesterday in the newspaper. It was truly brilliant."

She subconsciously reached out, wanting to straighten Jenkins's slightly crooked tie, but immediately realized that such a gesture was by no means her place.

The man was still reluctant to talk about it.

"Well then, I'll see you next year. I hope all is well."

"I hope all is well."

Jenkins echoed her words, but then noticed the red-haired young woman tugging at the hem of her skirt, hesitating over something.

He wondered if she needed the washroom but was too shy to ask.

"I want to give you a special gift, but it's not quite appropriate."

As Hathaway spoke, she told herself it was merely a proper gesture between friends. She was only pitying Jenkins for not being able to go home for the Year-End Festival and wanted to comfort him a little.

His earlier meeting with Alexia had given him an idea. Although the man felt it was a bit improper, if it was acceptable with Alexia, it should be fine here, too.

He held the young woman's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead. At the same time, his heart felt as if it had been struck by something heavy, and his pulse fluttered unevenly.

"Am I doing something foolish... This feeling is..."

He finally realized something. In truth, Hathaway's crimson cheeks were enough to reveal a great deal.

"No, I can't interfere in someone else's relationship."

With this thought in mind, a few minutes later, he kissed Miss Mikhail on the forehead in the same manner. But she had requested it herself, claiming it was a proper courtesy.

"Could I have really misunderstood? Was I just flattering myself?"

He was once again lost in confusion.

Both ladies had heard about the "Fabry Fraud" incident. Although they weren't involved, they were both very concerned for Jenkins, who was caught up in it.

"We heard about what happened yesterday in the newspapers. Will Miss Fabry retaliate against you?"

Miss Mikhail was still a little worried as she left.

"Perhaps the name 'Miss Fabry' is itself a fabrication. The police believe it was a large, organized criminal group. No, don't look so worried. I won't be targeted for revenge; the Church will protect me."

As he answered the question, Hathaway thought she had never seen such a complex expression on the man's face before.

The fall of night brought darkness, but it couldn't erase the joy on people's faces. No matter who they were, everyone could find their own small measure of happiness on a festival .

The church suddenly seemed to be filled with people. Jenkins had never noticed before just how many clergy members resided within the complex.

Everyone was dressed in new clothes, exchanging festival greetings. Even the children laughing and shouting in the hallways weren't scolded—it was their little privilege for the day. People greeted one another with "Happy festival!" and gave gifts to friends they knew well.

Seeing that it was almost time for the banquet, Jenkins stood before a full-length mirror, gave his clothes and hair one last check, and then smiled at his reflection.

The cat had long since grown impatient. It knew Jenkins wouldn't restrict its appetite today.

The man had originally planned to tie a pretty bow with a colorful ribbon around the cat's neck to match the festive atmosphere, but unfortunately, Chocolate refused once again. During their playful tussle, Jenkins managed to herd his cat into the washroom and successfully gave it one last bath before the end of the year.

He picked up the still-slightly-miffed cat and placed it on his shoulder. The kitten carefully adjusted its position to find its balance. Its tail swished back and forth, brushing against the nape of Jenkins's neck. In truth, it wasn't angry at all, because in a few minutes, something terrible was going to happen to Jenkins.

And it was a plan the cat had helped orchestrate.

It opened its eyes and peered into the deeper currents of time, confirming that its plan was correct. Then, man and cat left the room.

The hallways were empty now; everyone had probably already gone to the banquet. At this thought, Jenkins quickened his pace. He didn't want to be the last to arrive.

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Chocolate suddenly let out a cry, leaped down from Jenkins's shoulder, and scurried nimbly up the stairs. Without a second thought, Jenkins followed.

The cat did indeed stop higher up on the staircase. It crouched there, glanced at Jenkins, and then, just as he drew near, it shot upwards with even greater speed. In a chase of cat and man, they reached the top floor of the building in less than half a minute.

The room near the staircase was a storage closet. The cat was scratching incessantly at the wooden door with its paws.

"What are you doing?"

He knew his cat rarely behaved this way, so he tried the handle. To his surprise, the door was unlocked.