Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 865

"Will you have this drink?"

Inside the tavern, Jenkins fought to remain calm, forcing himself to ignore the monster's words.

"Don't you miss your past?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jenkins backed away again, silently reciting the names of everyone he knew in this world to fight off the dizzying sensation.

"You will understand, in time, stranger..."

The human face on the Albax Abomination's abdomen retracted inward and vanished. A fleshy tendril snaked out from the amorphous mass of flesh and mucus, plunged into the wineglass, and in seconds, the liquid inside was siphoned dry.

"You will understand..."

As the voice echoed, Jenkins struggled to drag the two women out the door.

Magic Miss was the first to stir. "Oh, Mr. Candle..."

Jenkins helped her to her feet. The woman shook her head, then turned to check on Silver Flute Miss.

"What just happened?"

"An Albax Abomination."

The name escaped from Jenkins's wooden mouth. He then reached down and pulled the still-unconscious Silver Flute Miss to her feet. Magic Miss took hold of her, and two runes floated from her own body to press against the woman's temples. Instantly, Silver Flute Miss's body convulsed.

"But the Albax Abominations are supposed to be extinct! What in the world is going on?"

she asked as she tended to her companion.

"This is a Mysterious Realm. Anything is possible here. Don't be surprised if a dragon shows up next. It's perfectly normal..."

Jenkins warned. Silver Flute Miss struggled to her feet, her slender face still etched with pain.

"Mr. Magic, thank you for your help."

"Don't mention it," Magic Miss replied. "We're friends, after all. And this is a joint expedition. I don't abandon my companions."

Jenkins subconsciously stroked the cat on his shoulder, unable to shake off the conversation that had just taken place. But his attention was quickly diverted—not by the pouring rain, but by the cat beneath his hand.

Petting Chocolate was pure instinct for Jenkins. But this time, his hand immediately registered that something was wrong. The fur was no longer soft and smooth to the touch.

"Oh, Chocolate's become a marionette too."

He nodded, and following that thought to its logical conclusion, realized something he had completely overlooked:

"Wait... Chocolate is in the Mysterious Realm with me?"

The cat on his shoulder froze. If it hadn't playfully transformed into a marionette along with Jenkins, he never would have noticed its presence just from the change in texture.

In the downpour, a dangerous glint appeared in the cat's eyes. Latest content publıshed on novelꜰire.net

The kitten let out a low cry, and a familiar wave of dizziness washed over Jenkins. In an instant, all thoughts of Chocolate were replaced by the pressing question of what to have for dinner. But he quickly shook it off, realizing this wasn't the time to think about food. The cat was the real issue.

Jenkins's spirit had grown too powerful. Caught off guard, Chocolate couldn't completely divert his attention. The kitten's small tail twitched back and forth, worried about what would happen next.

"...So, the truth behind the decline of the exotic races..."

Jenkins was too focused on his cat to hear what his companions were saying in the rain. Only a fragment of their conversation drifted into his ear. He looked up, his expression quizzical, so Magic Miss explained again:

"This Mysterious Realm is highly unusual. Normally, we rarely encounter beings we can communicate with peacefully. We might be able to learn the truth about the decline of the exotic races from the tavern's patrons—assuming they're willing to talk, and we can manage to stay alive."

Chocolate seized the moment of Jenkins's distraction and let out another soft cry. This time, Jenkins finally forgot his nagging questions.

After a short rest in the rain, the trio decided to attempt the challenge a second time. Having learned her lesson, Magic Miss placed a runic tether on each of their wrists before they approached the pitch-black door.

Using her current marionette body, Magic Miss easily materialized the complex rune in mid-air. Jenkins suspected this was a new power she had acquired. From his perspective, the spiritual aura radiating from the protective energy chain was immense.

The strange figure opened the door, and the three filed in. The dilapidated building transformed once more. The interior was no longer a traditional tavern, but an upscale café.

Jenkins could certainly smell the rich aroma of coffee in the air, a scent he wasn't particularly fond of.

The décor was stately and opulent. A crystal chandelier shaped like an inverted clock tower hung overhead, making Jenkins wonder if he'd stepped into a café or a royal banquet hall.

In the corner, a grand piano played by itself, its keys depressing and rising with no one at the bench.

The café was as large as Miss Stuart's library, filled with forty-two identical white wooden tables arranged in seven neat rows of six. They were all coated in a high-quality white lacquer that gave the wood an almost glass-like finish.

Further in from the entrance, a young man in a dark blue suit and tie stood beaming at the three of them.

He looked perfectly human, but the brilliant blue aura radiating from his body revealed his true identity.

"The Auckland Sea Tribe... likely royalty,"

Magic Miss whispered a warning.

The so-called "Auckland Sea Tribe" was a powerful race active during the 14th Epoch. According to the few historical records that remain, the oceans were far more vast back then, and most of the world's landmass existed as scattered archipelagos.

The Auckland Sea Tribe was widely considered a human subspecies, perfectly adapted to life both on land and in the sea, and born with a powerful, innate ability to manipulate water.

Though they appeared human, they reproduced asexually, and what should have been blood in their veins was replaced entirely with deep-sea water. Most importantly, the Auckland Sea Tribe was extremely hostile toward both humans and vampires.