Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 890

In truth, Jenkins had never appeared in public in Ruen using his real identity, and Miss Stuart's efforts to maintain secrecy had been impeccable. As a result, the Inherited Sage Church remained completely in the dark about how Jenkins had established connections with the distant foreign kingdom. They had no idea that his true contact was that formidable young princess.

The Church's current theory was that Jenkins had used some sort of spell or ability, perhaps a "dream meeting" or a long-range communication tool. While such powers weren't common, they were hardly out of the ordinary when it came to Jenkins.

"You knew she was from the Hamparvo Kingdom?"

The young man asked gingerly, his attention divided as he watched his cat eat its breakfast.

"Hmph, you brought her here. Weren't you trying to tell us?"

Papa Oliver snorted, but he didn't seem angry. His interest in the matter wasn't about who Julia was or how Jenkins knew her; he was more intrigued by Jenkins's choice:

"I thought you would choose Miss Hersha or Miss Mikhail."

"That was my original plan..."

As he spoke of it, an expression of pure agony crossed Jenkins's face. This was no act; he was genuinely surprised and upset by what had happened last night. But if he hadn't been enjoying such a carefree time in Shire City, he wouldn't have waited until the end-of-the-month deadline to think about inviting a companion. Official source ıs NoveI★Fire.net

Papa Oliver shook his head, stirring his soup with a spoon:

"So you just found another female friend at random? Jenkins... I can't say you were wrong, but you will definitely regret your rash decision within the next week... Have you told them you're back in Nolan?"

"I sent them letters the day I left Shire City."

Jenkins answered distractedly. He had no idea what Papa Oliver was thinking; all he wanted was to focus wholeheartedly on the baptism he was about to face.

Right as the distant clock tower chimed, the Church's carriage appeared on St. George Avenue, right on time. As Jenkins hid the draconic puzzle box and his illusion in the wardrobe, he noticed his neighbor, Mrs. Mistra Follant, watching the Church's convoy from behind the curtain of her second-floor bedroom. The woman remained there, vigilant, until the carriage carrying Jenkins and his cat had left the street.

"She must be terrified."

Such were the downsides of being Jenkins's neighbor. Jenkins sincerely hoped Silver Flute Miss would move away from St. George Avenue soon.

The convoy crossed the entire city, driving into the fog-shrouded outskirts. After traveling through the mist for a long time, they finally emerged once more into the bright sunshine of the early spring countryside.

In the distance, they could see the giant tree at the heart of the Evergreen Forest. The arrival of spring had invigorated the forest's vitality, and the tree itself seemed to have grown even taller.

Besides Jenkins and Papa Oliver, the carriage also held Miss Bevanna and two elderly Keepers of Secrets. Such a large escort was, of course, to ensure the baptism proceeded smoothly. After all, both previous attempts had ended in terrible disasters, and no one could guarantee the third time would be any different.

"Has the matter with the Mirror World been resolved?"

Jenkins asked with great interest.

"The trouble there is significant as well. The entrance controlled by the circus has been barely contained, but we've run into major problems exploring the Mirror World itself."

Miss Bevanna looked utterly exhausted. Jenkins decided to keep quiet and focus on stroking Chocolate, allowing her to rest.

The Evergreen Forest held a unique and vital position in the fight against the Skull Sword. Although the forest couldn't be moved, this vibrant canyon was a place the sword would never dare to tread.

The recent mass uprising of A-06-1-4408, the [Curse of the Shipwrecked's Remains], had made the Church realize the sword could control any numbered item associated with the concept of 'undead.' Consequently, several sensitive sealed artifacts had recently been temporarily moved to the Evergreen Forest for containment.

When the convoy reached the canyon entrance, Jenkins could see countless points of light and spiritual auras of all shapes through the carriage's wooden panels. After stepping out, he almost mistook the area for a military fortress.

He had never seen so many Enchanters gathered in one place. Figures from the Orthodox Churches were perched in forest cabins, on branches, and even on the cliff faces. Once they entered the forest proper, however, the number of active Enchanters dwindled.

Although the outskirts of the Evergreen Forest showed heavy signs of human activity, its heart remained as wild and primeval as ever. Only the familiar path wound through the trees. This time, however, there were far more small animals in the treetops along the path, all watching Jenkins.

Jenkins even wondered if he had accidentally ingested the [Animal Affinity Potion] Old Jack had given him during breakfast. Otherwise, there was no reason for so many squirrels, birds, rabbits, and even small deer to be following him.

The small animals didn't hinder the group in any way; they simply trailed them from a distance. As they ventured deeper into the woods, the following gradually began to resemble a tide of beasts. Jenkins initially assumed it was the work of some unknown Enchanter, only belatedly realizing that the creatures were following him.

"Is this okay? Is something wrong?"

Neither Papa Oliver nor Miss Bevanna offered any comment, so Jenkins had to be the one to ask.

"It's fine. The animals living in the Evergreen Forest are all quite peaceful and friendly."

Papa Oliver answered vaguely. Although he didn't understand what was happening either, he was certain it was connected to one of Jenkins's abilities. It was better not to explain such things; an explanation would only make Jenkins more suspicious.

Jenkins, too, was puzzled by the animal host. His thoughts immediately went to his [Life Source]. Worried that the evolution of his Soul Emblem would be exposed, he simply asked about the animals' origins and then fell silent.

The two of them tacitly ignored the beasts trailing behind. Of all the creatures in their party, the one most concerned with the wildlife was Chocolate. He was furious, because sparrows, squirrels, and other critters were constantly trying to leap onto Jenkins's shoulder.

But that spot belonged to the kitten; it was Chocolate's territory. Though a few meows—or not even a swipe of his paw—were enough to send the simple-minded animals fleeing in terror, new challengers would soon appear to contest his turf.

If he weren't afraid of scaring Jenkins, the cat swore he would have gobbled up those wretched little things in a single bite.

The giant tree, the pool beneath it, and the inverted human figure hanging in the air above—everything was as it had been. The clergy, dressed in white ceremonial robes, had already begun their preparations. The choir children had arrived early and were now playing in the woods under the supervision of an old nun, their eyes still heavy with sleep.

Except for the throng of beasts, everything was exactly the same as the last two times.