Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 661

Thanks to Jenkins's influence, the nominal burial plot was in an excellent location, right next to the Stress family's crypt. For practical reasons, of course, these plots were empty, but the sight of them still made Fini burst into tears.

Jenkins crouched down and comforted her softly. Fini sobbed, leaning against him.

Standing to the side, Miss Lawrence gazed at the tombstone engraved with "George Liverpool," her expression a complex mixture of emotions. Her gloved hand, clutching a bouquet, hesitated to place it down.

Hathaway and Miss Mikhail stood a little farther off. Neither of them had any connection to the people buried here; they had only come along to offer support.

"It's hard to say whether Liverpool's death is a good thing for Jennifer," Miss Mikhail murmured.

"Why do you say that?" Hathaway asked quietly, careful not to disturb the other three.

"From this day forward, no matter what man she meets, she will subconsciously compare him to Liverpool. In that sense, he has truly left a permanent mark on her heart."

"But that might not be a bad thing," Hathaway countered. "It could help Jennifer understand that true love is more than just relentless pursuit."

Hathaway wanted to tell her lover the truth about George Liverpool, the information she had learned from Jenkins, but she thought better of it. Regardless of the kind of person the owner of that empty grave had been, in just a few short months, he would likely be relegated to a forgotten corner of their memories.

Especially for Briny and me, she thought, who George Liverpool was doesn't matter at all.

Jenkins, however, did not share her thoughts. Although the deaths of the people in these graves were largely connected to him, he wasn't deeply moved by it all.

But their deaths meant that Fini Faithford was now truly alone in the world, without a single relative left. Though the girl was no blood relation to him, Jenkins felt a responsibility to help her live well in the days to come.

In the end, Miss Lawrence placed the bouquet before Liverpool's tombstone. Jenkins and Fini then laid the flowers they had brought before the other graves. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel_fіre.net

Fini cried for a little while longer before sensibly reining in her emotions. Miss Lawrence, however, remained silent from beginning to end. The group soon left the cemetery and went their separate ways to prepare for the trip that afternoon. Jenkins had wanted to take Fini along to lift her spirits, but she didn't want to trouble him any further.

"This is more than enough, sir," she insisted. "Please, don't worry about me."

She was a very considerate little girl, and Jenkins was more than willing to extend his kindness to such a child.

Before setting off, he made his customary stop at Maidenhaven Road to say his goodbyes. Mary was delighted that Jenkins was traveling with the young ladies. Robert offered no opinion on the matter, merely reminding Jenkins that the mining investment deal he needed was nearly ready and that the contracts could be signed upon his return.

During the week he would be away from Nolan, his house on St. George Avenue would undergo extensive renovations. When he returned, he would own two connected houses with a garden twice its original size. While it would cost more to maintain, it also meant having much more space at his disposal.

After lunch at Maidenhaven Road, he went to Pops Antique Shop to see Papa Oliver. His mentor had originally planned to visit him on St. George Avenue, but since Jenkins had postponed the trip to the cemetery, he'd had to come to the shop instead.

As he pushed open the door, he saw that the professor was also in the shop. The two men were discussing the events of the previous morning—the painting and its long, lingering love curse.

The incident had caused quite a stir the day before. It was rare for heretics to proactively seek help from the Legacy Sage Church. And after learning the tangled story of love and resentment behind it, the Church had not immediately produced the comb.

The curse, after all, involved another deity, and they had to consider carefully whether they should intervene. For now, the old gentleman, the woman, and the painting were all being kept at the church, awaiting a decision from the Holy See.

Papa Oliver and the professor both knew Jenkins was connected to the matter and were surprised that he didn't immediately ask about the outcome.

"The aftermath has nothing to do with me," he stated.

He maintained this detached attitude, and for the same reason, he didn't inquire about the God of Lies incident from Sunday night. Considering the trip would last a week, he figured that by the time he returned to Nolan, all these commotions would have completely settled down.

Miss Audrey had intended to start this week's divination lessons over the weekend, but she had to postpone her plans because of Jenkins's trip. He felt rather apologetic about it, as Miss Audrey wasn't always available.

He visited her in person to apologize and left with a very long reading list. It was a task for the coming month, not the week, so thankfully there was no rush.

Audrey had wanted to perform a divination for his trip's fortune, just as she had before his journey to Bel Diran, but this time Jenkins politely declined.

"Whatever the divination reveals, what's meant to happen will happen," he said, gently pushing the deck of cards she offered back towards her. "I think I'll pass this time." He had been having some profound feelings about "destiny" lately and wanted to ponder it on his own.

"Of course," Audrey replied with a smile. "And here I always thought you were the type to care deeply about the results of a divination."

She chuckled and put away the prepared cards, but after Jenkins had left, she turned over the top card—the only one his fingers had touched.

The imagery was simple and direct, leaving no room for interpretation. The result didn't surprise her; Jenkins was always surrounded by such negative events.

"I wonder what kind of story it will be this time," she mused.

Leaning against the doorframe, she watched Jenkins's figure recede into the distance. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw his shadow, and felt destiny itself twisting. She had already found her own path to becoming a demigod, a path that was deeply intertwined with Jenkins, which was why she was so sensitive to the changes occurring within him.

A possibility suddenly struck her.

"When did it happen? Didn't those vampires fail? Where did he learn..."

The best way to confirm her suspicion was to find the Doomsday Slate. If it had appeared, it would mean that the fifth qualification had indeed been claimed.

"Alright," she sighed, glancing up at the gloomy sky. "Looks like I'll be busy this coming week."