Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 875

Jenkins had been worried that the incident at the small manor would attract the attention of the Kingdom or the Church. But by the time their party returned to the royal palace, not a single law enforcement officer had appeared.

He later learned from Julia's explanation that the Church's main forces were currently occupied with the Snowman Legion. It was unclear what those monsters had experienced on the ice caps of the far north, but they had grown far more powerful.

As for the Kingdom's reaction......

“Mr. Williams, His Majesty is certainly aware of everything that happened here. But as long as it doesn't threaten the order of the Kingdom, he generally won't interfere.”

The remark reminded Jenkins of the prince who had "disappeared" during the winter hunt. He couldn't help but shake his head, marveling at how formidable the Stuart family truly was.

After a brief tour of the city, it was nearly midnight by the time they returned to the study. The interrogation would proceed over the next few days, so they certainly wouldn't have any answers tonight.

Jenkins was deeply concerned that the Tree House would retaliate against Miss Stuart, but Alexia told him not to worry:

“There are no demigods in Ruen outside the Church's sphere of influence. That, I can guarantee.”

She winked at Jenkins as she spoke. The petite woman was confident she could take on a demigod with her current power, let alone anyone weaker.

“You must be careful.”

He said, his voice laced with concern, as he pulled the cat from his arms and set it on his lap to stroke its fur. Chocolate had still been angry, but seeing as there was no immediate solution for dealing with those human women, it decided to forgive Jenkins for the time being.

It let out a contented purr, its tail swishing back and forth, indicating it was in a reasonably good mood.

“I thought the Tree House's activities were focused in Nolan City. I never expected to run into their people here. You have to be careful—they're a bunch of madmen.”

Alexia replied, taking Jenkins's hand again. The gesture was so natural that Jenkins didn't pull away, a sight that made Miss Stuart, watching from the side, feel a pang of discomfort.

Before he left, Miss Stuart heard that Jenkins would be seeing the great dragon this week, so she asked him to take the unopened draconic lockbox with him.

She promised to uncover the connection between her siblings and the mysterious Tree House organization as quickly as possible, and once again urged Jenkins to be careful.

After the man and his cat had departed, Alexia sat motionless in the chair by the study window, a smile on her face as she gazed at her student.

“Dolores, I know you're considering asking me something very important.”

“Teacher... you have feelings for Mr. Williams, don't you?”

Julia wanted to bury her face in her hands. This was not the time or place for such a question.

“I know what you want, Dolores.”

The petite woman's voice was soothing. “You will get everything you desire... as long as you can figure out what it is that Jenkins Williams truly wants.”

“All he wants is his cat.”

The sixteen-year-old girl sounded crestfallen.

“No, no, no. Don't let appearances fool you.” Official source ıs N0veI.Fiɾe.net

Alexia rose and walked over to Dolores, their beautiful eyes locking in a mutual gaze:

“Don't mistake Jenkins for some desireless ascetic. Believe me, his desires are greater than anyone's...”

(Chocolate, in a dream...)

Early Wednesday morning, after breakfast, Jenkins prepared to set off for his home city. He had slept poorly the previous night, likely due to his second run-in with the Tree House, and had once again dreamed of that terrifying, gigantic black cat.

The fight with the cat in his dream brought back memories of his miserable ordeal under Chocolate's claws when he'd been turned into a mouse. As a result, he'd been giving his cat strange looks ever since he woke up.

He first went to the church to bid farewell to the local clergy, after which Old Jack escorted him to the train station in Shire.

He had arrived with a single suitcase but was leaving with two. The new one contained potions from Old Jack, a few books on alchemy, and a file on Skryu Pomphey to be delivered to the Nolan diocese. Besides those, there was a butterfly sealed inside a glass jar.

“This Wandering Butterfly is quite beautiful. I thought you might like it.”

It was an extra gift; Old Jack wanted to thank Jenkins for helping him brew potions and catch butterflies over the past week.

“I've placed a special enchantment on the jar. You'll need to reinforce it with a divine ritual every three months. As long as you do that, and keep it sealed, it will be perfectly safe to handle.”

The butterfly was indeed exquisite. Even without its glowing wings, which were only visible at night, it had to be one of the most beautiful specimens of its kind.

“But watch out for your cat. I've noticed he's been quite eager to get his paws on these lovely little creatures.”

Old Jack added this warning just before seeing Jenkins onto the train.

This, of course, earned Chocolate's displeasure. As Jenkins waved goodbye to the old man through the window, the slightly miffed cat promptly shoved the butterfly jar from the table onto the carriage floor.

Unfortunately for the cat, the jar was quite sturdy and didn't break from the fall.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. Jenkins passed the time by reading and playing with his cat.

By the time he arrived back in Nolan, it was Wednesday night. As he walked out of the train station with his suitcases, he saw the Church's carriage waiting for him in a prominent spot.

“Oh? Captain Bincy? I thought you were on duty in the Evergreen Forest.”

Neither Papa Oliver nor Miss Bevanna was in the carriage, only the weary-looking middle-aged man. He seemed utterly exhausted. When Jenkins climbed aboard, Bincy offered only a brief greeting before instructing the driver to head for the church.

“There have been incidents all over the city lately. We've had to temporarily pull personnel from other areas.”

He paused for a moment before adding:

“The war may have already begun, Jenkins. I mean the war between the living and the dead. Nolan is now seeing no fewer than ten cases of undead reanimation every day. The Church is on a war footing. You've picked a hell of a time to come back.”

Jenkins understood this all too well. While in Shire, he had checked in on Nolan daily, so he was well aware of the grim situation.

“I heard about your discoveries in Shire. I have to admit, Papa Oliver was right. Sending you to Shire on assignment was for the best, for everyone involved.”

“Has the investigation in Nolan made any headway? The one concerning the Skull Sword and Skryu Pomphey?”

“Some. But very little.”