The God of Jesters
Chapter 167 - 3.09.3 Mischivious girl.

Chapter 167: 3.09.3 Mischivious girl.

The blades of these assassins were lathered with poisonous oil, so once struck and the flesh comes in contact with this poison, it would ensure that the victim would suffer, as for death?

That was rare to happen, a poison that could end a Knight was hard to come by. So most just use common mortal poison and use it to weaken their enemies at most. Which would earn them an edge during an assassination in case things go awry. Which they have at this point.

"It stin..gs," Farhad said, while his exposed head flared with yellow flames. Making him look like a hellspawn. The pain and lethargy he should have felt from the poison was nothing in front of the pain he currently fell under the sunlight, which was trying its best to kill him.

But the inert fire, feeling the hose was in danger finally showed itself, covering Farhad’s head in Holy fire, protecting him from the prickly heat of the sun. This made the situation even worse for Farhad, whose flesh started to cook under the armor of Samadhi flames, which were just following their nature and burning up the corrupted flesh of Farhad.

"This monster." Looking at Farhad, there were only two things in the minds of the two assassins. Get out of here as fast as they can.

On the other hand, the three men that Remira fought just now, were already making their escape.

Hoping that the poison will keep her occupied long enough to earn them a chance to hide from her. Leave this battle and win the war later.

That was their plan.

But the little bit of poison in Remira’s blood was burned in an instant while seeing these men turn their back on her. She took out a familiar Revolver. A Revolved with on which the name Pierta was etched on it.

"Bang bang bang" A total of three shots.

Two of them hit the targets perfectly, one to the head of an assassin, the other shot directly through the other’s leg. The Master level assassin had acted on time by activating his bloodline, which caused small stones to grow on his body. Giving him enough durability to stop the shot.

"And you chose to be an assassin?" Remira said while dashing toward the now transformed enemy and then slashing him with her sword, causing sparks to fly off in the air, as the assassin used his two hands to shield him from Remira’s strike.

But he soon let go, as the burning steel that Remira possessed was too hot for him. However, before he could recover, he heard a shot and saw his other companion, whose leg was shot and was readying himself to retaliate, had an extra hole in his forehead.

"This..."

"I hate the fact that I enjoy this." A voice sounded from Remira’s back. While Remira readied herself for her final assault.

*****

"I hate the fact that I enjoy this," Farhad said, as he slashed the neck of one of the assassins, who tried his best to stop the blood flow on his neck, but he couldn’t do much, as the injury was too deep.

"You... you monster." The second one, who still had his sword in his hand, looked at Farhad as a monster. He acted so pitiful, but even with that burning face. One can see the joy Farhad felt as he made his first kill, the flames on his head danced with joy, reciprocating his feelings.

"I am one... it’s why you shouldn’t have come after me." Farhad’s voice was hoarse, as his neck muscles were burning at this point and his healing couldn’t keep up. But he ignored all the pain, even the fact that the fire slowly spread through the rest of his body.

He ran to the last one in a hurry. He had noticed how his captain was close to ending her fight and he didn’t like the fact that she might come to steal his prey.

Oh, how long had he waited for something like this to happen, so no way he would let this moment be ruined by someone else.

Like a mindless machine, he fought with the assassin without worrying for his safety. Even when he sacrificed his flesh and bones, he didn’t stop.

The assassin might be weak physically, but he was more learned in the ways of blade and combat. An animal like Farhad can’t keep up with the ingenuity of human combat styles. Combat styles optimized to kill and practiced for years can’t match with a man who used the sword as a club.

But there was a limit over how much an adept level Knight can handle. He lacked the stamina and energy to keep the battle going any longer. And it didn’t take long before the strain of the battle started to show and the assassin lost his footing, causing him to lose his sword after the Farhad’s heavy attack that came down on him, taking one of his eyes with the attack.

"You are just human."

An adept was not like Master level, they can’t bring about any specialness of their bloodline unless they are a special case like Remira. At the adept level, it was mostly a physical boost that gave them an edge on the battlefield.

But once that edge was taken from them, they were just normal humans and humans got tired.

"Stop..." The assassin ignored the bleeding right eye of his. Placed his hand forward to defend against Farhad’s attack. But all it ended up doing was losing a big chunk of his shoulder.

"Missed," Farhad said, feeling sorry for the assassin. Then he slashed again, ignoring the pleas, but he missed this time again, cutting off the few fingers of the assassin instead.

"Don’t move... I am right-handed. Using this sword with my left hand requires a bit of concentration."

"Please... I will tell you who ordered us... I am ready to give you names. Plea.." Slash again and this time, it took out a chunk of the man’s thick, but not completely, as pieces of flesh that were still attached to his leg dangled on the side.

"STOP... please Stop..."

*bang

Seeing the relieved face of the assassin who slowly fell to the ground. Farhad’s hollow eyes which were burned at this point, flared up with two red flames, white the flames on his body spread further, while he turned his head to Remira.

"You... stole... it?"

"... Is this Farhad Maisel? Or something else?"

"..."

Hmm?

Farhad Maisel?

Who?

Before Farhad’s mind could clear up, his neck was slashed in half. Causing his body to fall to the ground.

"Guess, this is where we will end our companionship," Remira said in disappointment.

It would seem, this trip had to be cut short.

This limited interaction she had with Farhad was enough to tell her what kind of monster Jester should be. A being that enjoys blood and torture. A being that loves to kill.

A being that is nothing but trouble if left alone.

*****

I enjoyed watching others fight a lot. The action was my favorite genre for a reason. But fighting myself?

Now that was a chore. I don’t clearly remember what it felt like to have a body. But I know how boring and hard fighting actually is. There are so many calculations required in a single fight, I just can’t handle all of that.

It’s why I prefer to watch others fight. They do the hard work for my enjoyment.

As for why I was talking about this subject?

"Max, the detective that got hurt by you.."

"That was not me. Someone took advantage of us."

"... I don’t care if you attacked him or not... All I want you to know, there are people who wish him death. And he is a good man, might come in handy if he survives."

"..."

"What kind of handy?"

"Powerful ally... not to mention, your previous student is working with him."

"Didn’t you say that she is your enemy?"

"There are no eternal enemies, as long as you hide my existence from her, you will be safe."

"Why sudden change in plans? Didn’t I need to take the finger of the kid?"

"I said this before, you can do so before. But for now, focus on making sure that the Detective survives."

The chances of that bastard surviving were low. The enemies had an edge here, they knew everything about Salvarez, while he knew nothing about them.

Hell, Blue was a dangerous and annoying opponent on his own, but if he uses Red as his backup. The chances of Salvarez surviving are next to none.

Forcing me to make massive changes to my plans. Changes that I didn’t wish to see. But this is life.

Not all plans go according to one’s wish. And this is the only path I can see for now. I lack the background I had during my days living in the sewers of Durum.

And while I am reminiscing of those past days when I was at my peak. The web of my consciousness suddenly shuddered in pain.

Then an image slowly appeared in my head.

"This mischievous little girl... she really doesn’t know moderation."