The God of Jesters
Chapter 107 - 2.29.1 Work together?

Chapter 107: 2.29.1 Work together?

"No, you can go and fight them, I was just here for my son."

A straight denial, much to my dismay. But understandable considering how selfish the man was. Which was not something to make fun of, but it didn’t stop me from shouting "Coward." Although, my words didn’t sound out properly, due to my apparent lack of tongue.

Maisel also knew full well that even with the boost in strength that Remira just experienced all of a sudden, in front of Arch-level enemies, she stands no chance unless a pseudo-Archmage like Maisel helps her.

So she growled, trying once again to make Maisel move. But all she got was denial as Maisel started to come closer to me, leaving the beast like Remira with nothing to do, but fall on all four and pursue her target.

Her nose already told her that the target was close to escaping and seeing that Maisel refused to help. She can only do things on her own.

"Letting a child leave to fend for herself. You truly are the same, even now." None of my words made sense to a sound ear. But Maisel still stopped for a while, hearing my words, probably recalling his past actions with all the orphans he created, one of which was Soros. Which even included his own son, a sad boy who never thought his father ever loved him.

Of course, I was at fault there. But considering the work Varkus ended up doing, I don’t think he would have been any different.

"Shut up!" He ordered. Picking me up and then giving me one last look at the carnage he and Remira caused.

The corpse of Ramroa was still warm, partly due to the fire blast that blew up his head. But it was still visceral over how used Maisel appeared at this moment. Unlike his young self, I remember.

After a while though, I asked. "Why not move?" I asked though it was as if Maisel had chosen to not speak to me at all, he ignored my questions, he just looked ahead the way Remira went, giving me an inkling of the conflicting thoughts that might be warring in his mind.

Before he looked at the devastation again, then looked at my face.

No, he probably looked at the face of his son who was no more in this world, because he was dreaming. "You smile ugly." He said to me, Before dragging me toward the tunnel from where we came.

"Ah, you softie!" I couldn’t help but call it out. Maisel might be changing, he actually cared for people other than him and his own?"

Such a great character development in such an important time.

Remira truly is the main character of this story, even melting the heart of a man that didn’t show a change in the face of his son’s pleading. Though, the real reason he chose this was probably his son as well.

Along with this city where countless people’s bodies were becoming host to pieces of a god before those pieces were dragged through the leylines that I set up with my precious minions and into the prepared vessel.

As for what I do for all this great work?

Well, that will be for later. For now, I was enjoying the journey back. A journey where a detour occurred as Maisel made a wrong turn, making me mock his sense of direction. Though, it would seem he was a step ahead of me. As he reached a maintenance room, and threw me inside it with all my bindings.

"You will stay here." He ordered, but not like I could move anyway.

This was the life, I the maestro of the disaster was blessed with. Treated like trash by the people I loved so much. But no worries, those that treated my poor body badly would face their comeuppance soon enough.

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Walls of ice slowed Remira down, as Dantalian had left some spicy traps as well as obstructions in her way of escape.

Something the ice magic is pretty infamous for. But for Remira, the cold was her home. She grew up in ice and the blood that flowed in her hand was that of Beast of Winter. A being who was once a patron of Remira’s tribe during the days of Totem marks and before the birth of Knights.

So these obstacles were nothing more than simple delays and were broken through almost instantly. While Remira also enjoyed the mana she absorbed from this ice, which was a mutation that even the Beast of Winter didn’t expect.

But considering the other blood that flowed in Remira’s veins, the blood of that horrific being. It was understandable.

Even now, Remira, after being exposed to the Dyadic Full Moons and fully awakening her latent abilities, was gaining strength and awakening gifts that were previously unreachable by other Knights.

And no matter how Special Remira was at the moment, she didn’t care about it for a second. Her mind was adamant about facing her enemy and killing her.

Letting her experience the same pain she did.

Letting her regret her choice of harming Pierta.

Then devouring h...

’Something is wrong.’ Remira thought. This awakening was not as chaotic as others of her clan experienced during the first time. She never went feral and required the help of other clan members to calm down.

There was not even a need for her to learn how to control this power, it was as if everything came to her instinctually. Knowledge not her own was filling her mind. A stream of information that came from a very warm, albeit cold place.

While on the other hand, a bright place was sending her immense darkness in her mind, keeping her sane while also increasing her hunger, which didn’t seem odd to Remira.

No, her desire for the hunt and devouring was just amplified by the two conflicting bloods that were now running in tandem in her body.

So she hurried and picked up her face, breaking through the ice walls and barricades and just reaching on time before seeing Dantalian escape from the scene with a mocking gaze.

Causing Remira to howl in anger as she jumped onto the same platform, though nothing happened.

She was confused only for a little, before rage took hold of her mind, seeing how close she was to catching that woman. Then she cursed her previous choice of asking Maisel’s help.

’That coward.’ She thought, if not for taking her time there, the neck of Dantalian might be in her jaws. She would have reveled in her blood like that bitch did while torturing her.

Furious as she was, there was no place she could take out her anger. Before her eyes turned to the magic circle.

"Stop!" A voice came from the side, he came in a hurry using his magic, assuming something like this would happen and he was right.

"Crawer..." Remira growl in anger, trying to show her distaste for Maisel’s choice from before.

She wanted to blame him for what happened.

If he hadn’t taken a few extra seconds to answer, she might have already captured that bitch.

But her throat was incapable of making any humane sounds, she was a beast with one eye with no proper vocal cords.

Though like before, how he could understand the words of Jester from his broken tongue and moving lips.

The same was true here with Remira’s body posture and the animosity she was showing to Maisel.

Which almost caused Maisel to mistake that Remira might have lost a screw or two. But reason still remained in Remira’s head.

"I might not be a formation specialist, but I might be able to activate the circle if you give me a chance." Maisel didn’t mind Remira’s hate at all though.

Her living so long while being close to him was proof that she never trusted him or even outright hated him. Which won’t be odd for a person after the story Maxim and he had told her before.

Which finally became the reason why Remira was not here killing herself in his presence.

Or so he thought.

As for Remira, she moved to the side, keeping a suspicious watch over Maisel, who now lacked his son.

Making Remira even wonder for a second if this was Maisel or someone taking his form. Which was not that bizarre in this world. But then, her sense of smell told her that suspicions were for naught.

It was why she chose to trust Maisel, thinking he might have changed his mind. While throwing his son into a safe corner, considering the war that they were going to fight.

Though before Maisel activated the magic circle, he used a strong magic trick to blow up a section of the sewer. An explosion strong enough to probably reach the surface and attract certain eyes due to the high remnant magic disturbance caused in its wake.

Which was also a sign of a botched spell.

"This should attract them." He spoke, before putting an immense amount of his own mana into a broken brick after dousing it with his blood.

Creating a seal.

A very weak seal, whose sole purpose was only one.

And that was to help whoever comes to this place, track his location down. And in return find the true location of those cultist bastards that were the reason for this disaster.

An act that finally calmed Remira’s mind, as she understood that she just got a good companion for this upcoming fight.

A fight in which she has to win, no matter the price.