The God of Jesters
Chapter 186 - 3.13.2 A dialog

Chapter 186: 3.13.2 A dialog

"You people are relentless," Remira said, holding one of Kareem’s men as she eyed him from the distance. "Do you wish to die, like the last group?" She appeared unfazed by the effort of Kareem’s group, Tracking Farhad wasn’t hard in her eyes, and from the sounds, it was apparent that he was already fighting them on his own.

Meaning only one thing, she would have to cut off his head once again in case he goes berserk like last time.

That was the only thing that fazed her. As the headless Farhad would be a heavy baggage on her back while his head regenerates.

Of course, it didn’t mean she treated Kareem lightly. Her body was burnt and bleeding, the explosions might be weak, but the focused blast she experienced while fighting Kareem had put a huge strain on her body. Not to mention the annoying fly-like bullets and snipers that she had to dodge in case the bullets were a bit weirder than expected.

And from the debris some of them caused, it would seem her choice was a good one. "We are here just for our target, there is no need to turn this bloody," Kareem said, holding in his weakness. With all the blood he shed as fuel in this battle, he was feeling a bit anemic. Any more than this and he would probably become lethargic and unable to battle anymore.

It was that or using his flesh as the material, which he really didn’t wish to use. Hence the reason he didn’t wish to fight anymore and from what he was hearing, there is a high chance Ashaan might try something. So moving away from here was his top priority and he would have done so if his men were not caught in Remira’s claws.

"That target is the property of Radiance, you really wish to take it from us?" Setting her emotions aside, she was playing a power move. Showing that she never cared for Farhad’s security, all she cared about was the thing inside of him and considered it the property of Radiance Hall.

And by delegating a thing from her mouth and calling it radiance Belonging, she was letting her attacker know what kind of hot potato he was trying his hand at.

"Sir, they didn’t say anything like that." One of his men shouted toward Kareem, forcing him to contemplate a bit.

’I knew they were hiding something.’ But even if they had told him the kind of hot potato he was going to steal, Kareem would still have chosen to take this job.

The only reason he put on the act of "contemplation" was to waste some time and recover some of his stamina, while Remira kept her hostage.

Because in Kareem’s head, his man was already dead in his eyes. If he can come back from this, then good. If he can’t. It was what fate had ordained.

So with some secret gesturing to his men, ordering them to leave. He told Remira "We can talk."

"There is no.." Before she can complete her sentence, a big spray of blood escaped from Kareem’s gauntlet, causing countless mini explosions that turned into waves of hot flames in Remira’s direction, blanketing her sight and finally giving Kareem a moment of respite as he escaped from the area.

’This has failed.’ He thought to himself while shooting a flair into the air, finally accepting defeat and letting his men know that they would be backing out from this.

The opponent is too strong and he didn’t wish to become manure for this mountain.

Leaving Remira frustrated, who crushed the neck of her hostage before using him as the shield for the flames.

"These fools." She cursed, throwing the partially burnt corpse to the side, before turning toward the other conflict, which seemed to have turned bigger.

*****

A while ago, before the apparent escape of Kareem and his remaining team. Farhad was fighting two of his men with his life on the line.

Made worse by the fact that the sniper had already arrived on the site and had shot two times towards him already, with one of them leaving a huge hole in his chest, weakening him a bit, before he could recover.

Which was followed by a machete attack that was hurled at his head. But whether it was luck or just complete instinct, with a chomp of his teeth, he caught the machete between his teeth, barely. While leaving a huge gash on his jaw once again.

"IT UC..ING URTS!" He said with anger while grabbing both of the hands of his attack, causing him to loosen his grip on the stuck machete.

"Shoot him... " He said to his companion, but no sounds came from his side, instead there was another sniper shot, crushing Farhad’s pelvis. And he would have gone down, if not for him using his attacker as support. "YOU wanna ChoP it?" Farhad spoke as the machete fell from his mouth. Along with bits and pieces of his jaw.

"How aBouT I CHoP It?" With those words, Farhad jumped into the air, and while still holding onto the hands of his opponent, he kicked him into the chest, throwing his body into the tree, and leaving his two limbs in Farhad’s hands. "This is how you do it."

"This fucking bastard!" Looking at the fate of his friend, who might as well be dead. The other two on the site calmed down for a bit.

It can be seen that bullets were not as effective on this man as they might have thought before. "Back off, we can’t handle him on our own." With those words, the two intended to leave.

And much to their relief, their boss had released a flair for forfeit as well.

"Just in time." A voice said to them on the side. "Ashaan, He is all yours. " With those words, the two intended to leave.

But Farhad was in no mood for it.

After his first killing, there was some regret and disappointment. "I wanted to kick his head off." He said with a healed mouth, before looking at the two who had lost all their intentions to fight, while the new ones that just served themselves to him. "Don’t go... you shot my pelvis, you are the reason my aim was off."

With those words, he rushed toward the sniper, but before he could do so. A hail of bullets ripped through Farhad’s body. Breaking each part of his flesh and bones.

"Stop, these are expensive ones," Ashaan ordered his men, before turning to Kareem’s men and suggesting them. "Pick your man up, he is still alive."

A knight’s vitality is strong, they are harder to die but it doesn’t make them immortal. If these men were to leave their companion here, it won’t be long before he succumbs to his injuries.

"Sir, he seems to be recovering already." One of his men updated Ashaan from the side. Making him turn toward their target. "Then what are you waiting for? Cut off his limbs, we don’t want him to turn into an annoyance like he did with our predecessors." Although the words were filled with mockery. Kareem’s men who were hauling their companion away couldn’t say a thing.

For this was the truth and it was hard for them to deny it.

"Hmm, she is here, not even a minute," Ashaan said, ordering his men to get ready.

******

Following Kareem won’t achieve much at this point, from that flair before, it can be seen that he had ordered his men to do something. But what was it? She didn’t know.

But she was not one to take chances, she had pushed off the attackers and she could reach Farhad without much confrontation.

Hence she ran toward him following the smell.

But before she could reach the destination, her eyes turned bright as she stopped her stride.

"Fascinating, what they say about Drischals is true." A man said, after his body materialized in front of Remira, almost like magic.

But that was impossible. Magicians always exude radiation from their bodies, which is easy for normal knights to detect, and for someone in Remira’s case, it was even easier.

"You know me?" She asked, before using her sword to slash at her front, breaking many tiny thin threads in a single slash. "You working with them?"

"Too many questions at once Miss. But let me tell you, my goal is not the same as theirs. I have tried telling them, but they refuse to believe me." Although a bit sat seeing how his hard work has been negated by Remira’s swing, he came here expecting things like this to happen.

"Then explain to me what you are here for. And depending on your answer, I might leave a whole body."

"So scary MIss Drischal!" She felt annoyed by the mention of her old surname. But she was not good at talking with opponents like this. Instead, she focuses on finding the true location of her opponent.

As for the one in front of her?

Of course, it was just an illusion, she might not know how and why there was a bloodline capable of this, but it didn’t mean she would be fooled by it. She was like a dog, believing her smell more than her own eyes. And this is why she was searching for the other smell, the oddity in the environment before killing her opponent.

"But to answer your question, my target is you. But don’t worry, I am not here to kill you. I am here just for dialogue."