The God of Jesters
Chapter 104 - 2.28.3 Love

Chapter 104: 2.28.3 Love

A walk in the streets with candy in her hands and a faceless woman by her side. The girl enjoyed this journey as the world around her crumbled and melded into each other, only ever existing where her eyes turned.

How long it has been, she doesn’t remember. All she knows is that the wolf-like uncle that gave her the candy was kind, while the dog-like aunty that sold the fish was very greedy.

Though, none of that mattered as she enjoyed her walk in this small globe-like world filled with lots of mystical beings that would treat her like a princess wherever she went.

Though, soon this small world was breached by a piece of crystal that flew and directly struck the head of the little girl, causing her head to crack like porcelain.

While in the real world, the old woman that was dreaming such a peaceful dream opened her eyes for a few seconds, before she fell into sleep once again. Unaware of what happened or what was going to happen to her.

Unaware of the fact that she had turned into a crop ready for harvesting.

And I looked it over, seeing countless other dream bubbles attracting the same piece of crystalized fragment into their dreams.

Fragments that had long been lost in time and space, were impossible to ever come together. But with a few ingenious methods employed by a bunch of radical terrorists, that didn’t mind harming a populace that exceeded twenty million in size.

But I was a mere information broker. All I did was lend a hand and gave them a gun. How it’s used by my customers is up to them. And truth be told, it was a wonderful use, even though all I could look at was just a part of it in this world made up of thoughts, it was still wonderful how the pieces dragged themselves out in search of the bait that a couple of mortals have set up.

Most people in the city drank the blood contaminated by the will of that fallen god. Seeding their mind for the fruit, which when watered by the greater dream, ripes up, attracting the lost pieces of the god that was hunted centuries ago.

Of course, these people were ignorant of what they drank, they didn’t know the cure they so freely drank was not so safe, to begin with, and no one ever questioned the origins of the cure at all. Even the ones that came to hunt me down remained ignorant of the light of these people that have turned into crops, ready to be harvested when the time comes.

Though, even then, this plan won’t have worked if not for the population increase that the city faced in the last two years caused by refugees.

Which was led by my own will, a bit of pull in the country that once used to belong to me and that was enough for them to drop some explosive shells close to villages, which scared the villagers enough to slowly leave their generational home and seek refuge in this city.

Introducing with them a lot more complications, that made it easier for the Blue Lotus to slowly slither their way into the governmental positions. Making their later work easier, as no one wished to take responsibility for the refugees.

No one cared for them, as it was the face of unneeded people with no place to belong. Now, even if the leader of this city knew the truth, all they can do is regret it.

And they will when the word of it all goes out, which it eventually will. But none of it would have mattered by then.

Though, enough about the city which was slowly falling into a deep dream.

Opening my eyes again, I found myself back in the real world, the material world. A place that limits my movements, in a body that was closer to a cage to me than anything else.

But for fun, I was ready to suffer.

"Running away... huhu! Some things never change I guess."

In a sewer, far away from the sealed place where we were before, I came to understand that Varkus was not as much of a heartless bastard as I have given him credit for.

"Shut up, I won’t mind ripping out your tongue if the need arises."

"So abusive to your own son’s body. You learn new things about your old friends every da..." Before I could speak, he grabbed my tongue and ripped it out. "Aw?" Confusing as I shut my mouth in confusion.

"Just shut up!" A father said to the body of his son while ripping out and putting the tongue in his pocket as a trophy.

Though, I did know the reason for it. He will probably give it to his son when I am out of his body. Or so he planned.

But dragging me out of a body that I found cozy, was impossible.

Let’s see what he does.

Though, I didn’t have to wait for a long time before something unexpected started to approach us. My precious minions in the sewers warned me about these beings who rushed at me at a fast pace.

Not to mention, all the rats close to these people were dying en masse, frozen to death.

And it was their death that informed me of the presence of some pursuers. And if possible, I would have loved to tell Varkus about his fans or were they mine?

Considering the people in that room and the glares I got, I can presume who the pursuers were.

And then as expected, they appeared in front of me.

With a bang that activated the flame shield around Varkus’s body, which also protected me. The enemies announced their presence to us.

"Wraith, it’s time to pay for your crimes."

I would have laughed and spoken a few words to her. But I was incapable of it for the moment, so I just smiled and looked toward my Father.

The beautiful smile made on a face covered in red was truly disgusting.

Though, I have been told of my disgusting smile by many people who I have forged relations with.

But what to say, I just can’t help it.

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"Move, I don’t wish to fight," Maisel announced. His words dripped with arrogance and authority as the fire orbs appeared over his head.

There were a lot of familiar faces in front of his eyes, the most renowned of which was none other than Police Chief Ramroa, an adept level Knight that was famous for reaching his current position by playing politics.

Of course, Maisel knew now that it all was a lie and what he utilized was his connections with Blue Lotus. As for his strength, it was of a Master level knight.

Though, this is not what surprised him. It was the person who was carrying a woman with broken bones and covered in dried blood.

But now that he saw it directly, Maisel knew who she was. "Remira."

A face he had forgotten suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. A woman had tried to help him and then disappeared due to certain circumstances, not under his control. "I should have executed you the first time," Maisel said to Ramroa, who just smiled while taking out his battle knife white and throwing his gun at a Police captain beside him.

"Shoot to distract, not to kill." He ordered his men before turning to Dantalia and asking. "If possible, I would love to show that man his place. Miss can focus on her revenge if you want to."

Dantalia thought for a while, before nodding her head with some expectation. "As long as you keep him away from my matter, it would be much appreciated."

"You think a Knight can hold me down?" Maisel on the other side announced, before ready to fire his fireballs.

But before he could do so, a man on the back directly slit across Remira’s throat. Which paused his movements for a while, which in turn also made it appear that Maisel cared for Remira to some level.

"A bit deeper and her nerves would have been cut," Dantalian announced, before saying. "But this simple attack was never meant for you, it’s for the bastard next to you."

At those words, although confused, Maisel turned to look at me, who was looking at everything with interest."

"It seems you are not aware, but the bastard has saved this woman’s life countless times, we have had to create changes to the contract in order to satisfy his whims."

"But this made me curious, why would he do such a thing?" Dantalian had her own conclusion. She had been aiming for this since the death of Pansar.

And yes, this was all due to what I did to Pansar, a man that she had started to love in her goal of immortality.

Since the day she met Pansar, a feeble-looking man who appeared more beautiful than any girl she had seen.

How this man slowly rotted alive due to the blood he held in his body, dead blood. Which has caused him to request help from her teacher.

How his beauty decayed, but in her mind Pansar was always the same. A lonely man fighting his own battles all alone and she was his only pillar to that he can speak his true heart out.

How wonderful would it be if Pansar had lived long enough to obtain the right method to reincarnate properly?

The dream of lovers meeting in different lives with different backgrounds under the same tree of their choosing.

It was shattered by none other than me.

Which is pretty funny and I love it.