The God of Jesters
Chapter 188 - 3.13.4 Need some muscle?

Chapter 188: 3.13.4 Need some muscle?

It’s been days in this dream, the gnashing sounds of bones echoed in the world as his captors made sure that Farhad never regenerated. While their laughter at their success sounded like mockery in his ears.

"She will come... they will come." He thought to himself, he hoped for a rescue, but in this world made of dreams, he didn’t even know what was real or not.

Sometimes he will be in the forest and sometimes in a sewer, with a few times being his home. With the only constant being the mocking laughter as well as the sounds of flesh breaking apart with a saw.

"They will." It felt like a curse. No, it was a curse. He knew it well and had come to accept it somewhat.

Or so he thought, as when put under duress, he started to break. His violent truth was not there to hide him from the carnage he pushed onto others. His mind was blurry and filled with regrets and hope.

"Do I deserve to be saved?" Contradicting emotions that caused madness to take form in his mind. An illness that if not cared for in time would become a disaster in the future. But that is if he survives in that future.

Chances of which were lowering as the time for the train’s arrival drew near.

It won’t be long before he is transported to civilization for the last bit of butchering. The only thing he can feel happy about is the lack of pain. It still hurt, but enough to let Farhad know when his flesh was dug into, but nothing more than that.

That was the only good bit about this whole experience.

"Someone?" He said, looking at the phantom of his older sister playing with a younger him. A naive him who was unaware of the life he would lead and experience. "I... I couldn’t even save you."

A hint of regret, he should have directly gone to his sister instead of coming to the Radiance Hall. At least his words might have worked, they might have done something. Who knows if she might have followed him back home?

But out of powerlessness, he opted to outsource his strength to the Radiance Hall. Which considering his current position had failed.

"Wake up Farhad!" At those words, the eyes of Farhad turned to look into the corner of the world that had turned into a sewer.

With two small but twinkling eyes glaring at it from the darkness.

"You... you are him." He thought before his world rolled around again and he found himself sitting on a perch with a small arena below his feet. A rat arena that has just finally found a winner. "No." The rat continued, before looking toward the young boy that was watching from the side. "That is him." He said, making Farhad turn to a faceless boy hiding among the crowd, with the only thing visible being his smile.

"And I brought you here to help you remember who you were." Following the rats’ words, the environment Farhad changed once again, before he found himself in a small little rat with the only sentence, "Don’t forget this time" lingering in his head.

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"The sun, how long... how long was I out for?" Remira thought while checking her body and feeling only a little parched. "Half a day?"

"Oh no, my precious formation was broken as well... what else would I do?"

"Oh yes, she knows how to count time. Sadly, I can’t lie and say a few days." Although appearing jovial and harmless, Remira knew how dangerous her opponent was.

This was not a simple illusion, it changed her sense of direction, and time and made her completely oblivious to the state of her body."

Even the high tiers of magic won’t ever be successful in reaching such a high level of control. But her opponent did it easily.

But all of that was for before, even though she never really burned her blood nor made explosive strides in Farhad’s direction. But some of her actions were still real, seen by the fact that she had enough autonomy to shoot at what she thought was her opponent.

Six bullets for six talismans, breaking the illusion.

So even if she can’t expect her sword to do the trick, the gun obviously has an advantage. "I have enough of your mockery." So she rushed to her opponent, planning to take him down as fast as she could.

Because, believe it or not, this was not her first time facing an exorcist, she had experienced something so annoying in Durum before and she knew their weakness.

And out of habit, after she had recovered from her injuries, she had studied a bit about these so-called companions of Radiance Hall.

An exorcist is a spiritual being first, with their physique being the weakest aspect of them.

One can call them a branch of shamanism that developed talisman-making to control curses, keeping their physique pure. Never completely dipping their hands into touching the curses personally.

Which made them a feeble existence in reality. Weaker than most common Knights when confronted directly.

But it didn’t make them less lethal.

"You will die." There was no way she was going to gain any true answers from this man. She had known or one might say, experienced how Jester operates. There was a low chance this man would ever speak truth to her. Instead, his lies just might end up confusing her.

So she didn’t bother, she was going to kill this man and then track Farhad.

But before she could strike him, his body turned into dust again, as a mocking sound came. "Can’t believe you fell for it again." Three papers flew toward her, turning human-sized battle puppets. There were various methods and ingredients that could be used to make these dolls, but the one Owl preferred was the simple method of collecting the souls of fallen Curse Wielders, which had been becoming rare with time

A collection Owl was proud of. "Lady, how about you get busy with my collector edition dolls, hand-crafted with blood and sweat."

Before Owl can complete his sentence, a streak of flames flies out of Remira’s body, burning the paper dolls before they can even reach her. Turning Owl silent.

"Ah, it seems like I forgot that Miss is the enemy of curses... but it’s still too cruel, do you know how much effort it went into ma..."

"Shut up!"

"Make me." Remira knew her opponent was toying with her. He was intent on wasting her time and she was giving him the opportunity to do so. So she used some different words this time. "Don’t your master care for Farhad? If I don’t rescue him, he will probably be sacrificed and his flames stolen by others."

Hearing such words, Owl materializes on a tree, upside down like a bat, while looking at Remira as if he were looking at a fool. "Do you really believe that people can steal that flame?"

"Seems like the Master’s words were 100% correct. You are a fool Remira. And with you being with the Master’s pet, he will surely turn as stupid as you."

With a few more gunshots, his body disappeared into dust, leaving burned paper in his wake. But it didn’t calm Remira down. Not one bit.

His voice was starting to feel grating to her ears, his actions and constant fakes were getting on her nerves.

So much so that her body was starting to swell and the owl was aware of all of this.

And he knew that he didn’t stand a chance against whatever Remira might become. So to calm her down, he said. "Did you really think the Radiance Hall is so kind enough to wait for the death of a possessor and not take it by force?"

"What do you mean?"

"The flames can’t be stolen, they can only be given. Of course, you can always kill the body and let the flames merge with nature, giving away the chance to ever acquire it. But with the master’s blessing, the little kid had been blessed with an undying physique."

"It’s impossible, can’t die, nor can they ever extract the flames."

"This is why I say to forget about him. You don’t have to worry about him, worry about yourself. Go meet whatever dead family members you wanna meet. Dig their graves for all I care."

"Burn their frozen corpses if you so desire... I will tag along if you need some muscle to dig them out."

"But leave him alone. He doesn’t need your help." Owl fell into a frenzy as words kept leaving his mouth, he was angered and annoyed by Remira. Wondering how much of a fool she was to not leave Farhad alone. She was a pest in his eyes and out of his own disgust for her, he got a bit passionate over his speech.

Making the next part, a bit of a surprise for him.

"Did someone say you speak a lot?"

"??"