Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 956

In the study, Jenkins remained silent, fiddling with the pocket watch in his hand. The shattered plate lay at his feet. He glanced up at Julia and Miss Stuart. The latter nudged her maid, signaling her to speak.

"But Your Highness..."

"Don't worry about me," the princess said calmly. "I have a plan."

Her Highness pressed her lips together and gave Jenkins a firm nod. Jenkins then looked to Alexia, who offered him a reassuring smile.

"I wish for you to immediately, permanently, and irreparably destroy that pocket watch."

After a long moment of hesitation, Julia finally spoke, her hands nervously twisting the apron of her maid's uniform as she pointed at the watch in Jenkins's hand.

The spirit nodded and once again extended a slender finger toward Jenkins. A ray of black light shot from its fingertip, striking the mechanical pocket watch in his hand.

It cracked without a sound, but a second later, a flash of black brilliance swept over it, and the watch was restored to its original state.

Jenkins shook his head, unsurprised by the result. He had known all along that the insurance salesman's power was far greater than this wish-granting monster's. After all, the salesman had discovered his identity, while the entity before him remained oblivious. The difference in their power was vast.

The spirit's face twisted back into its horrifying visage, and a mentally corrupting force began to press down on everyone in the room.

Jenkins rose to shield the young women, feeling Miss Stuart's trembling hand clutch at his clothes. The floating blue specter leaned forward, drawing closer and closer, its face a writhing mass of putrid maggots. Thɪs chapter is updated by novęlfire.net

Fighting back a wave of revulsion, Jenkins stood firm before them. He watched as a decaying hand reached slowly for his face, but a flash of golden light flared from his forehead, and the hand recoiled instantly.

Jenkins was certain he had seen a flicker of fear in its expression.

"Alright, alright! What is your wish, then?"

It reverted to its original appearance, but its tone was laced with impatience. It glared at the sixteen-year-old princess and demanded loudly. She huddled cautiously behind Jenkins, at a loss for words.

"And as for the rest of you," the spirit snarled, "not another word! I swear, if anyone else speaks, I will take her soul this instant!"

The wish-granting entity made its threat, shooting a venomous glare at Jenkins. He was about to return the glare when he felt a tug on his clothes from behind.

He turned to see Alexia standing on her tiptoes, motioning for him to come closer.

It was obviously a signal meant for Miss Stuart, so Jenkins turned and leaned in slightly. To his complete surprise, the woman on her tiptoes threw her arms around his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Alexia had always been bold, and this was no exception. As he felt the softness of her lips, Jenkins also noticed Miss Stuart's grip on his clothes suddenly tighten with surprising force.

It felt like an eternity before Alexia finally broke the outrageously long kiss. They both wiped the corners of their mouths. Out of the corner of his eye, Jenkins saw Julia's face, red as a beet. He realized they had indeed made some rather... suggestive sounds.

When he glanced at Miss Stuart, he found her tugging on the hem of his coat with one hand while twisting the corner of her own dress with the other, her face an even deeper shade of crimson than Julia's.

She looked up, her eyes meeting Jenkins's for a moment before she flusteredly looked away, toward her tutor. Alexia Miller gave her a subtle wink, pointed a finger at Jenkins, and then held up the number one.

Jenkins had no idea what the gesture meant, but it seemed everyone else in the room understood perfectly.

The spirit had grown impatient. It stood with its arms crossed, all traces of its earlier affable facade gone.

The princess whispered her assent. She raised a hand, pointed at Jenkins, and in a voice barely louder than a whisper, she said:

"My wish is... for this man to love only me, forever."

The air in the study chilled abruptly. A ray of black light shot from the wish-granter's hand and plunged into Jenkins's forehead. His dormant godhood, as if roused from a deep slumber, surged from the depths of his soul to its very surface.

Visibly, the moment the black light entered Jenkins's body, a blast of sacred white and divine golden light erupted from him. The golden radiance shot back like an arrow, retracing the path of the dark ray and piercing the palm of the blue spirit.

The entity stared at its hand in utter disbelief, its gaze snapping up to Jenkins in astonishment. It had no time even to cry out before it began to dissolve, melting away as silently as a snowflake on a warm palm.

But no one witnessed this, for the study was already consumed by a flood of golden and sacred white light. It was a light that seemed capable of dissolving all things, yet at the same time, of embracing them. The boundless power was confined entirely to the room; even someone standing right outside the window would have seen nothing amiss.

After half a minute, the radiance began to fade. Like a receding tide, it pulled back from the corners of the room, converging on a point just behind its center and finally gathering in the palm of Jenkins's hand.

He gently closed his hand into a fist, and the light dissolved into motes of brilliance and vanished. The blue spirit that had emerged from the gourd was gone as well. In its place, the spirit within Jenkins had grown stronger—a reward for eliminating the supernatural creature.

In its attempt to grant Miss Stuart's wish, the entity had tried to alter Jenkins's very soul. This had provoked his godhood to retaliate. And even without the full backing of his divine nature, the creature was no match for a power of that magnitude.

"Alexia... you set me up," the man grumbled under his breath.

The petite woman asked with a light chuckle. She then patted her student on the shoulder, snapping the princess—who had been too mortified by her own words to look up—back to reality.

"There now. The matter is settled."

She motioned for everyone to sit down again, acting as if she owned the place. Only Julia remained standing off to the side, head bowed, lost in thought. It appeared Jenkins wasn't the only one Alexia had manipulated; Dolores had been part of her calculus, too.

"Still, this has to be a good thing... right?"

Julia thought as she called for the maids waiting outside to clean up the plate the cat had shattered. Despite the incredible events that had just unfolded within the study, the rest of the royal palace seemed utterly oblivious.

All was still at peace.