Red Moon

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**Young Master, the Duke asked if you are interested in joining him on the 'noble hunt' this Wednesday," one of his maids said as she bowed her head.**

"Can you believe him? Despite me warning him about your frail health, he still insisted on taking you there. Just wait until he returns; I'll give him a good talking to!" his mother exclaimed, her voice brimming with anger and frustration. It seems like Arthur's mother is encouraging him to prioritize his recovery and not worry about his father's opinion.

"Thank you, Mother. I'm grateful for your care," Arthur replied warmly, touched by his mother's concern.

"I always pray for the goddess for our family's happiness," she said as she drew some symbol on her chest.

As he considered the invitation to the noble hunt, Arthur's mind raced with thoughts of what it could entail. The notion of a "noble hunt" intrigued him. Was it a mere competition, or did it entail something more profound, perhaps a symbolic representation of power or status among the nobility? Arthur's curiosity was piqued, but his mother's concern for his health reminded him of his vulnerabilities. Despite his noble status, he was not exempt from physical limitations.

After the conversation, Arthur went back to his room. As he brewed his calming tea, Arthur contemplated the significance of the symbol his mother drew and the mention of the goddess. Did it relate to some form of divine belief or mythology prevalent in their world?

Arthur's thirst for knowledge drove him to explore the books in his room, hoping to find answers to the mysteries surrounding him.

As the night settled over the quiet town, a dense hush enveloped the streets. The air was cool, carrying a faint whisper of the evening breeze. Inside his modest room, Arthur stood by the window, the worn-out curtains hanging limp at his sides. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled them open, the fabric sliding across the rod with a soft whoosh. His eyes widened as they locked onto the sky.

Red moon hung there, serene and pale, casting an eerie glow that bathed the landscape in an otherworldly light. It presence was both beautiful and unsettling, like twin sentinels watching over a world that had suddenly become unfamiliar.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, a mixture of fear and disbelief curling around the word.

He stared for a long moment, the sight embedding itself into his mind. How could this be? A flurry of thoughts cascaded through his brain, each more absurd and desperate than the last.

"This can't be real. Am I dreaming? No, this feels too vivid. Maybe it's some kind of illusion, a trick of the light. But no, they look so solid, so... tangible."

His heart pounded in his chest, a steady drumbeat of anxiety. He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it further, and exhaled sharply.

"What does this mean? Is it some kind of omen? A warning? Or maybe... maybe the world has shifted in a way I can't understand."

He leaned against the window frame, his eyes still fixed on the celestial anomaly. The moons seemed to pulse with a silent rhythm, their light weaving strange patterns across the night sky.

Then, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. The two moons, the eerie light, the strange sense of foreboding—it all felt disturbingly familiar. His mind raced back to the countless nights he spent engrossed in a novel that had captivated him in his past life.

"No way," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "This is... this is just like 'Lord of the Mysteries.' The two moons... it's the same world."

He felt a chill crawl up his spine, his skin prickling with a mix of excitement and dread. Memories of the novel flooded back, each scene and character vividly reappearing in his mind.

"If this is real, if I'm really inside 'Lord of the Mysteries'... then what else is true? The secret societies, the supernatural powers, the hidden dangers..."

His thoughts tumbled over each other, a chaotic whirl of speculation and fear. He tore his gaze away from the sky and let the curtain fall back into place, the fabric once again shrouding the room in darkness. But the image of the red moon remained seared into his mind, a haunting reminder that the world he thought he knew was not his own, and that his new reality was fraught with mysteries and peril.

Arthur took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Okay, if I'm really here, I need to be smart about this. I need to remember everything I can from the novel. The plot, the characters, the secrets... they might be my only guide in this world."

He moved to his desk, rummaging through the drawers until he found a blank notebook and a pen. Sitting down, he began to jot down everything he remembered about "Lord of the Mysteries." The names of the key characters, the important locations, the sequence of events—anything that might help him navigate this strange new reality.

"Let's see," he murmured to himself, the pen scratching across the paper. "Klein Moretti, the protagonist... the Church of the Evernight Goddess... the Tarot Club... the various pathways and sequences... I have to be cautious. I can't afford to make any mistakes."

As he wrote, his mind worked furiously, piecing together the complex puzzle of the novel's world. The two moons continued to cast their ethereal light through the thin fabric of the curtains, a constant reminder of the uncanny reality he now inhabited.

"If Klein could do it, so can I," Arthur said, his voice filled with determined resolve. "I just need to stay focused and be prepared for anything. This world is full of dangers, but also opportunities. I have to use my knowledge to my advantage."

He paused, looking at the notebook filled with his hurried scrawls. "I need to find out what sequence I'm in. That will be crucial. And I have to be wary of the major powers at play. If I'm not careful, I could end up as just another pawn in their games."

The enormity of the situation weighed heavily on him, but there was also a spark of excitement. Despite the danger, this was an adventure unlike any other—a chance to live in a world of magic and mystery, a world he had once only read about.

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