Home / I Loaded the Mysticism Panel / Chapter 204 - 175: Aunt’s Visit

Continue on Novkyn

I Loaded the Mysticism Panel

Chapter 204 - 175: Aunt’s Visit · Oct 26, 2026

Prev Chapter Novel Info Next Chapter

Chapter List (281)

Page number / 6

201 Chapter 201 - 173: Unyielding Pit 2026-10-26
202 Chapter 202 - 173: Unyielding Pit 2026-10-26
203 Chapter 203 - 174: ”A Plan for the Troubled 2026-10-26
204 Chapter 204 - 175: Aunt’s Visit 2026-10-26
205 Chapter 205 - 175: Aunt’s Visit 2026-10-26
206 Chapter 206 - 176: Scholarship Must Advance with the Times 2026-10-26
207 Chapter 207 - 176: Scholarship Must Keep Pace with the Times 2026-10-26
208 Chapter 208 - 177: Mysterium 2026-10-26
209 Chapter 209 - 178: Inexhaustible Ink 2026-10-26
210 Chapter 210 - 179: Truth is Arduous, yet Lovely 2026-10-26
211 Chapter 211 - 180: Spring 2026-10-26
212 Chapter 212 - 181: Inflammatory Publication 2026-10-26
213 Chapter 213 - 181: Inflammatory Publication 2026-10-26
214 Chapter 214 - 182: The Name Above and the Name Below 2026-10-26
215 Chapter 215 - 182: Heavenly Name and Earthly Name 2026-10-26
216 Chapter 216 - 183: Selecting Bones to Weave a Garment 2026-10-26
217 Chapter 217 - 183: Selecting Bones to Weave a Garment 2026-10-26
218 Chapter 218 - 184: Blood Contract Water Answer 2026-10-26
219 Chapter 219 - 185: Coriolanus 2026-10-26
220 Chapter 220 - 185: Coriolanus 2026-10-26
221 Chapter 221 - 186: Single-Card Divination 2026-10-26
222 Chapter 222 - 186: Single-Card Divination 2026-10-26
223 Chapter 223 - 186: Single Card Divination 2026-10-26
224 Chapter 224 - 187: Secret of the Abyss 2026-10-26
225 Chapter 225 - 187: Secret of the Abyss 2026-10-26
226 Chapter 226 - 187: Secret of the Abyss 2026-10-26
227 Chapter 227 - 188: Silence and Burnt Offering 2026-10-26
228 Chapter 228 - 189: Double Chain 2026-10-26
229 Chapter 229 - 190: Lady Mary’s Letter 2026-10-26
230 Chapter 230 - 191: Hidden Spiritual Vision 2026-10-26
231 Chapter 231 - 191: Hidden Spiritual Vision 2026-10-26
232 Chapter 232 - 192: Counting 2026-10-26
233 Chapter 233 - 193: Cat Incarnation 2026-10-26
234 Chapter 234 - 193: Cat Avatar 2026-10-26
235 Chapter 235 - 193: Cat Avatar 2026-10-26
236 Chapter 236 - 194: Moon Nail Reversal 2026-10-26
237 Chapter 237 - 195: The Rare One 2026-10-26
238 Chapter 238 - 196: Are You Crazy? 2026-10-26
239 Chapter 239 - 197: West Suburb Spring Inspection 2026-10-26
240 Chapter 240 - 198: Do Not Respond 2026-10-26
241 Chapter 241 - 198: Never Respond 2026-10-26
242 Chapter 242 - 198: Never Respond 2026-10-26
243 Chapter 243 - 199: Gale Tradition 2026-10-26
244 Chapter 244 - 199: Gale Tradition 2026-10-26
245 Chapter 245 - 200: Answering Head 2026-10-26
246 Chapter 246 - 201: Silencing Technique 2026-10-26
247 Chapter 247 - 201: Silencing Technique 2026-10-26
248 Chapter 248 - 202: Constructing the Deep Valley Dweller in a Single Breath 2026-10-26
249 Chapter 249 - 202: Constructing a Deep Valley Dweller in a Single Breath 2026-10-26
250 Chapter 250 - 202: Constructing a Deep Valley Dweller in a Single Breath 2026-10-26

This afternoon, Richard was hauled out of the study by his Mother.

He had been sitting at his desk, analyzing the individual strokes of a line from the third set of inscriptions on the Boundary Stone—the one marking the turning point of Romanization.

”Downstairs.”

”I was in the middle of...”

”Downstairs.”

His Mother’s tone was no different from usual, but the hand on his shoulder showed no sign of letting up.

Richard tilted his head and glanced out the window.

Sunlight slanted into the courtyard, making the drying bedsheets look like a fluttering flag.

He closed his notebook and rested the pen on the inkwell.

”What time is it?”

”Two o’clock. Time for afternoon tea.”

”I thought that was in half an hour.”

”We’re starting early today.” Mother released her hand but didn’t leave. ”Your sister is waiting for you downstairs.”

As Richard went downstairs, he heard rustling sounds coming from the kitchen.

He walked into the kitchen.

His sister’s blue ribbon wasn’t tied tightly. It hung askew above her right ear, looking like it might fall off at any moment.

”Richard, today I’m going to teach you how to make Pajin Cake.”

”...Me?”

”You.”

Richard glanced at his Mother.

Mother had already pulled out a clean, checkered apron and tied it on him with a few deft movements.

”You’ve been overworking your brain lately,” she finally explained. ”Do something else to give it a rest.”

”I haven’t been overworking my brain.”

”Evelyn said you were frowning so hard last night you could have crushed a fly between your eyebrows.”

”...”

”No touching any books this afternoon.” Mother smoothed the bottom of his apron. ”Whatever your sister says, goes.”

Richard walked to the counter, resigned to his fate.

After a flurry of instructions, he found himself demoted to assistant.

Once the baking sheet was in the oven, Evelyn pulled a chair over and sat down in front of it.

”Are you planning to stare at it for thirty-five minutes?”

”Uh-huh.”

”Does watching it help it cook?”

”It puts my mind at ease to watch it.”

Richard dragged a second chair over and sat down next to his sister.

Mother came in from the doorway and moved a low stool in front of the oven as well.

The kitchen became a small theater for the three of them, all seated around the oven.

Inside the oven, the color of the molasses gradually deepened, shifting from brown to a caramel red.

”Richard, what was the farthest you traveled on this trip?”

”The North. The Gael Highlands.”

”The Highlands...” Evelyn murmured the word. ”Do people there speak a weird language?”

”Gaelic Language.”

”Could you understand it?”

”Not a single word.”

”Then how did you talk to them?”

”Most of them can also speak the official Albion language, but they have very thick accents.”

Richard thought for a moment, selecting parts of his experience he could share.

”There was an old man in the village who herded his sheep uphill every morning.”

”He had a brightly polished Shepherd’s Staff, the top of which was carved into a curled ram’s horn.”

”How old was he?”

”Hard to say. The faces of the old men in the Gael Highlands are all weathered and wrinkled by the wind. They look ten years older than they really are.”

”So, did you talk to him?”

”He said something to me in the Gaelic Language, but I didn’t understand it.”

”Then he drew a diagonal line across his own chest, and then another across mine.”

”Was he cursing you?”

”...No.”

”Was he praising you?”

”Not that either.” Richard found a suitable explanation.

”It’s an old custom for greetings in that region, one the Gaels inherited from an old Celtic tribal rite.”

”When the line has been drawn across both people’s chests, it means, ’We stand on the same land.’”

”That sounds like something the Priest at our Cathedral would say.”

”Their rites do have a certain religious flavor.”

”Do the Gaels have their own religion?”

”Long gone,” Mother chimed in.

”One batch was wiped out by the Roman Legions over a thousand years ago, and another was wiped out by the National Church that came later. All that’s left now are a few scattered old customs.”

”...That sounds like such a shame,” Evelyn said, cupping her chin in her hand.

”Not really,” Richard said, searching his mind for the relevant information.

”Their old customs are still practiced, just under different names.”

”For example, the evergreen trees at Christmas are a remnant of the Celtic winter solstice rituals.”

”Really?”

”Really.”

”So if we put up a Fir tree every year, does that make us Druids, too?”

”...You couldn’t quite say that, but the cultural roots trace back that far.”

By the second round of tea, Evelyn had already divided the corner slice of Pajin Cake.

One bite for Mother, one for herself, and one for Richard. No one got taken advantage of.

She re-covered the rest of the pan with a paper towel, placed it on the highest shelf of the counter, and set a small note on top of it:

”Maturing. Do not open. —E.”

”Who are you worried will open it?”

”Dad.”

Richard glanced toward the living room.

”Dad’s not home yet.”

”His nose is sharpest right when he gets off work,” Evelyn concluded from experience. ”That’s how a whole chunk of Christmas pudding went missing last year.”

”...A whole chunk?”

”Dad said he only cut a small piece, but I measured the ’wound.’ The missing chunk was at least four fingers wide.”

Mother, who was halfway through clearing the table, couldn’t help but laugh when she heard Evelyn dredge up this old grievance.

”Honestly, the way you keep a grudge, dear.”

”I’m going to open my own shop one day. I can’t be careless with my accounting.”

Just as she said that, the phone began to ring.

On the second ring, Evelyn, who was closest, had already rushed to grab the receiver.

”Hello! This is the Williams family.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then a vaguely familiar female voice spoke.

”Is that you, Evelyn?”

”...And you are?”

”It’s your aunt.”

Evelyn’s face flushed red all the way to her ears.

She clutched the receiver to her chest and turned toward the kitchen. ”Mom! It’s Auntie!”

Mother tossed the rag she was holding onto the edge of the sink and hurried over.

”Isabella.”

”Sis.”

Prev Chapter Novel Info Next Chapter

Also worth opening

Reincarnation Of The Strongest Sword God Lucky Old Cat

Reborn As Super Heiress Mushuang

Supreme Star Card Master Cloud Camellia

Journey To Become A True God Darkforces

Shadow Slave Guiltythree

Chaotic Sword God Xin Xing Xiao Yao

Gravity Mage with Level-Up System Aravind_S

My Vampire System JKSManga

Shadow Slave Guiltythree

Martial God Asura Kindhearted Bee

Versatile Mage Chaos

Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses Monkey Bread

Supreme Emptiness Heavenly Overlord

Affinity: Chaos Springs_Halo

Ancient Godly Monarch Jing Wu Hen