Lord of the Mysteries: Lord of Order

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In a small partitioned room in the South District of Azshara, the capital of Lenburg. Checker Ward opened his eyes and abruptly sat up from the bed.

He took out a brown-covered notebook and a black iron box from the compartment under the bed, and from the lining of his jacket, he retrieved an ancient knight's short sword, placing them all on the table in front of him.

Checker's pupils contracted slightly. A crack had appeared on the originally ancient knight's short sword, running from the tip to the hilt.

The previously calm short sword seemed to have broken a seal, emitting faint red light and subtly revealing a sense of iron and blood. Holding it, he felt a burning sensation, and faint sounds of shouting and killing echoed in his ears.

Checker dared not touch the short sword again, putting it back on the table. After thinking for a moment, he retrieved an empty iron box from under the bed and placed the short sword inside.

Checker looked at the pattern that had appeared on his wrist, formed by the scales representing order and the scepter symbolizing dominion, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"It wasn't a dream, it's real. I truly entered a meeting established by a hidden existence."

"This mark should be the symbolic representation of the Lord of Order that Mr. Blessed mentioned. Through the symbolic representation, honorific name, and ritual, I can pray for the help of that great existence."

"It seems this short sword from my ancestor is likely the mystical item Mr. Blessed spoke of, and the crystal left by my father in this black iron box should be the Sequence 7 Beyonder characteristic."

Checker fell into contemplation, looking at the objects before him. Outside the window, the blood moon hung high.

In a slightly old high-rise villa with a garden in the Srenzo District, South Suburbs of Saint Millom, the capital of the Feysac Empire.

Louise Sears opened her eyes and abruptly stood up from the chair, looking around to find she had returned to her bedroom.

Raising her left wrist, she saw a pattern formed by the scales representing order and the scepter symbolizing dominion faintly appear, emitting a faint glow.

On the decorative shelf beside the desk, a string of light green diamond necklaces had shattered into pieces on the floor.

Excitement, shock, surprise, and fear flashed in her red eyes. She looked at the blood moon outside the window, remaining silent for a long time.

In a dilapidated two-story building in Hakata Port, on the Berserk Sea. Ferran Eddas suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed.

On his left wrist, a pattern formed by the scales representing order and the scepter symbolizing dominion emitted a faint glow, gradually fading away.

He looked around uneasily, confirming he was back in his home. At the same time, a faint blue light on the table caught his attention.

The dagger, which had been completely normal before, was now emitting waves of faint blue light. Faint sounds of waves crashing against reefs and mixed-in singing subtly reached him. Ferran picked up the dagger out of curiosity, immediately felt dizzy, and quickly put it back on the table.

Ferran remembered some of the words Mr. Blessed had said in that magnificent grand hall, and had some guesses about the dagger. He dared not delay, quickly finding a box and putting the dagger inside.

He sat by the bed in a daze, looking at his reflection in the full-length mirror by the door. Beneath his characteristic blue hair, his eyes now sparkled with hope.

Southern Continent, West Balam, north side of the Star Plateau, west of the Paz River Valley, in Caesar Port, a colony belonging to Intis.

Inside a building near the port, a mix of Balam and Intis architectural styles, Sid Watson suddenly awoke in the chair below the altar where his ancestor's skull was placed.

His heavy breathing revealed the young man's tension. He looked around, his gaze fixed on the altar.

The skull, which had been originally snowy white and crystal clear, had turned black as ink. A deep fissure had split open on the skull's glabella. Without even getting close, Sid felt as if he saw feathers stained with pale yellow oil unfolding behind the skull.

A deep sense of fear enveloped him again. A pattern formed by the scales representing order and the scepter symbolizing dominion faintly appeared on his left wrist, emitting a faint glow, dispelling the fear in his heart.

Sid, summoning courage from who knows where, quickly found a tin box and put the black skull from the altar inside. Still uneasy, he found an iron box, put the tin box inside, and locked it.

Having completed this series of tasks, he finally sat down slowly, let out a deep breath, looked at the mark on his wrist and the locked iron box, his eyes flickering as he remained silent.

May 3rd, 1346, Saturday morning, Aaron was woken by his valet. After a night's rest, his spirituality had mostly recovered.

After attending to his personal hygiene in the washroom, he changed into a magnificent silk formal suit with the help of his valet and went down to the first-floor hall.

While going downstairs, Aaron was constantly recalling the first Chaos Council meeting from the previous night.

Overall, he had accomplished most of his set goals. He had introduced the Acting Method and mystical knowledge such as Beyonder characteristics to the four members, and revealed the ability to mobilize power at the demigod level.

He had successfully established the image of a knowledgeable, generous, and easygoing Blessed, and revealed the honorific name and the ritual of sacrifice and bestowal, which not only demonstrated the divine status of his Lord of Order persona but also facilitated the exchange of Beyonder ingredients later on.

Alas... the only regret is probably the lack of preparation. If I could have produced a few portions of Sequence 9 potions and a Sanguine Baron Beyonder characteristic on the spot and distributed them to the members, the effect and impact would have been even greater.

However, the mystical knowledge I revealed is already enough for them to digest for a while. Too much is as bad as too little; it's better to let things develop gradually.

While contemplating, Aaron had already arrived at the first-floor hall. After cordially greeting the smiling Avonie, he looked towards Duke Gusman Weil of East Chester and the Duchess Celine Wolfe, who were seated at the head of the table.

Although Duke Gusman still had a serious expression, the worry from yesterday was gone from his brow. Seeing Aaron's gaze, he smiled gently and said, "Prepare yourself this afternoon; you will come with me to see someone."

Aaron looked at his father's expression and had a vague guess. Could it be that his father had informed his ancestor Varna Weil about him becoming a Blessed of the Evernight Goddess last night? What did his father discuss with Him that He would summon him today?

Countess Celine, on the other hand, smiled and beckoned, calling Aaron forward and nodding with satisfaction.

As the daughter of Count Wolfe, having received a high education and grown up in Backlund since childhood, she naturally believed in the Evernight Goddess.

However, because her husband, Duke of East Chester, believed in the Lord of Storms, and she hoped Aaron could choose the deity he liked best based on his own understanding of the doctrines of the various churches, she had not offered any suggestions regarding Aaron's faith.

Praise the Goddess! She never expected her eldest son to choose the faith of the Evernight Goddess just like her, and moreover, to gain the Goddess's attention and become her Blessed.

This made Countess Celine, as a devout believer of the Night, extremely proud.

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