Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 856

It was Sunday night, exactly one week since Jenkins and Hathaway had shared an experience that left them both blushing.

After that, Hathaway had not seen Jenkins again. It was not until she received a letter from the writer on Thursday morning that she learned he had gone away on business.

Although Jenkins's true purpose in traveling to Shire City was to investigate the remains of the Saint, Hathaway believed he was simply running away.

That night, the young woman sat melancholically before her bedroom window, gazing up at the winter moon. She had stayed home, and with nothing to do after dinner, her thoughts drifted back to the man with the cat.

She wondered what he was doing at that very moment, then her thoughts shifted to Briny, who was likely already asleep.

"I'm quite the fickle one, aren't I?"

She whispered to herself, but only the thick fog and the two round moons outside could hear her words.

After reading for a while longer, she went to bed. She thought about writing a letter to the distant Jenkins in the morning, but she had no idea what she would say.

Tangled in this web of indecision and frustration, she gradually drifted off to sleep. Perhaps because her last thoughts before slumber were of Jenkins, she saw the young man's face again as she entered her dreams.

Hathaway vaguely realized she was dreaming but did not resist it. She reached out to wrap her arms around Jenkins's neck, but he refused her. Read full story at novel fire.net

"Hathaway! Hathaway! Wake up! It's me, Jenkins!"

The man in her dream urged.

"I know you're Jenkins."

With that, she tried to kiss him passionately again, but Jenkins refused once more.

"I mean, even though this is a dream, I'm real! Don't you remember? I'm supposed to be in Shire City right now. I'm reaching out to you through this dream!"

"Reaching out... through a dream?"

The red-haired girl, still not quite grasping the situation, murmured the words, and for some reason, tears began to stream down her face.

"You're visiting me in a dream? Oh, Jenkins, you're dead..."

Jenkins immediately waved his hands, startled by her assumption.

"I'm not dead. This is an ability. I'm using my power to communicate with you through this dream. Remember during our winter trip, when I went to catch that dream sprite? My physical body is lying on a bed in Shire City right now, with Chocolate beside me!"

Somehow, as he said this, Jenkins actually heard meowing in his ear. From the sound of it, it was Chocolate's familiar cry. He immediately scanned the simple dreamscape with his consciousness but found no cat.

"An auditory hallucination?"

He did not understand.

In truth, Jenkins's body was in an alley right next to the Hersha estate. His [Dream Soul Departure] ability only worked at close range. He had lied about still being in Shire City to avoid any misunderstanding.

Hathaway finally understood the situation and shook off the haze of the dream completely. Seeing her surroundings and her own attire, her cheeks flushed, but she suppressed her shyness and continued the conversation.

"Is there something you need? Are you in trouble?"

"A small bit of trouble."

Jenkins nodded but had no intention of revealing that he had tried to excavate the remains of the Saint of the Wondrous Musical Score. The consequences of that would be severe.

On his way here, he had concocted a clever little story. In this tale, a humble antique shop apprentice on a business trip to Shire City had accidentally stumbled into a Mysterious Realm.

While escaping with his wits and strength, the fortunate Jenkins discovered a Bestowal, one that pointed directly to the great God of Music.

As a mere mortal, Jenkins dared not be disrespectful and wanted to return this Bestowal to a follower of that god.

As he spoke, Jenkins opened his palm, directly summoning the music box within the dream. Contact in a dreamscape relied on the soul, and C-class Bestowals were stored directly in the soul, which was why he could produce it so easily.

Hathaway asked in a hushed voice. She did not really care about the Bestowal right now, however precious it might be. The scene and the person before her brought back memories of that night a week ago...

"No, I'm not its master. I'm just its courier."

With that, he placed the music box in Hathaway's hands. The girl sensed it for a moment and successfully absorbed it into her spirit.

Jenkins was very pleased with this result. Since the God of Music had only demanded the music box be given to one of his followers, it did not matter which one. He had now perfectly fulfilled the requirement. All that was left was to save the world, and the matter of that drop of divinity would be completely resolved.

"Hmm, save the world? What was He referring to? The Skeleton Sword?"

Jenkins fell into deep thought. He turned to leave, but Hathaway grabbed his arm.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

The girl looked into his eyes as if he were a fool.

"Yes, my business is finished... Oh, you must be careful in Nolan lately. You've heard about A-12-1-0044, the Skeleton Sword, haven't you?"

The writer was still as dense as ever.

"Stay away from cemeteries for now, and don't forget to remind Briny to be careful of the plague... Even though I can treat that plague, neither of us wants to reveal our powers in front of her."

He tirelessly reminded her of the dangers related to the Skeleton Sword, even suggesting the two girls leave Nolan for a while and only return after the incident was over.

While Jenkins spoke, Hathaway listened in silence. When the man finished and tried to leave, he suddenly discovered that the dream had been sealed by its master. Though he could break out with brute force, doing so would harm the dream's true owner.

The lock was so cleverly woven that Jenkins could not immediately find an easy way to exit.

"Remember that dream sprite we caught, Jenkins? I learned a lot from it. Are you surprised?"

Hathaway raised her right hand, gently stroking the side of her cheek. The moonlight outside now shone with an impossible, ethereal brilliance. The dark bedroom began to transform, and the large bed on one side of the room instantly moved to stand beside them.

She said nothing, but her clothes dissolved into sparkling points of light that danced into the air. These motes of light spread evenly to every corner of the room, adding a touch of romance to the atmosphere.

Bathed in the alluring moonlight was something even more alluring.

"None of you would tell me what really happened on the last night on the train, but I can guess."

She stood before Jenkins, completely naked. Jenkins swallowed hard and took an involuntary step back.

"Don't you have the courage, even in a dream?"

The woman said, tilting her head.

Jenkins was no saint, and he could not possibly refuse the temptations of wicked women forever.

"But... it's only a dream."

The woman stepped forward and embraced Jenkins. He shuddered as if struck by a fever but did not resist.

The moonlight in the dream was as beautiful as ever, quietly illuminating this even more beautiful night, and the beautiful people within it.