The God of Jesters
Chapter 204 - 3.16.1 Epilogue

Chapter 204: 3.16.1 Epilogue

"His body is... mutating again." Baldar sighed. Picking up the body of Carp that had fallen down under the backlash of curses, he left the scene along with his companions after getting what they were here for.

Leaving a scene of tragedy in their wake, with corpses and death strewn around everywhere.

It was hell that they created, a hell made up of chemical and poison bombs that didn’t discriminate against anyone and brought death equally to everyone.

A hell that was very much similar to the one I saw, when I entered this world and met "him".

But I don’t wish to get nostalgic here.

Olfa died for this mission to succeed perfectly. One of my own gave up his life for my selfish goals, so I would respect him and bring him to my side. As for Olfa’s father?

He was stuck in chains that sealed his soul and the little moments of clarity he had were used by him to make growling noises. Lost in a dream of the old days, when he himself used to be a kid.

As for killing him?

It was not possible, any harm to the physical body was to collapse this seal and wake up the Knight. Rendering Olfa’s sacrifice for nothing.

So the group just left after leaving a small offering next to Olfa’s father. A small timed bomb was set up on each floor of this facility. The last attack caused the maximum damage to the Company.

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"Find... find a disciple... or... it.. Will... take... over."

"Disciple..... Bloodlin... rebi..."

"Seems like this guy is awake," Krotal said, with a small smile on his arrogant face. "Man.. we were..." But before he could complete his sentence, his throat was pinched by Max. "Old ma.. Man.." The face of Krotal turned blue, he panicked and tried to punch Max’s face, but nothing worked.

Even if Max was physically weak when compared to others in his realm. For an apprentice knight, his strength was still too much.

If nothing was done in a while, Max might just kill Krotal at this very instance. But a voice woke him up from a stupor. "Max... stop it." It was Sheva, with not a single injury on her body. Which went to show how lucky she had been when compared to Max, whose whole body was covered in bandages.

Specifically, his right hand, which had some weird talismans stuck to it.

"??Sheva?" His grip on Krotal’s throat loosened up, causing him to fall down while coughing. "This is what I get for sa...*cough, you guys." The words enter one ear of Max and leave from the other one. His mind was still too chaotic at the moment.

He was recalling the odd images he saw, the giant tree with thousands of corpses and... and...

– ’Stop’.

A sound echoed in his mind, stopping him from thinking too much. But it didn’t mean it had no effects on Max.

A stream of blood flowed from Max’s nose, causing Sheva to hurry toward him in panic, while she ordered. "Crow, give us some space... I need to talk to him."

Max seemed a bit lost to Sheva. A scene that was first for her, as even during the last time Max was injured, he was able to maintain a sense of clarity and control.

But this was unlike last time. His body might be broken, but it was not as bad as last time. What worried her was his mind.

"Max..." She shook his body, but Max didn’t say much, he just gave her a look while calling "Sheva?" Before becoming lost again, his lips barely moved and made a sound that was hard for Sheva to understand.

"He was at the center of a Void event, it’s better to leave him alone." A voice came from Sheva’s side, startling her. "You... you are awake as well?" Sheva said, showing a hint of anger on her face, before shaking her head and saying. "When you are healed, I want you to leave this place."

Was it an ugly coincidence or just fate that made her meet this woman again, Sheva didn’t know. If not for Max’s suggestion to keep a watch over a girl who might appear, she wouldn’t have cared and would have probably left Fahna to rot on the battlefield.

But she was not so weak as to be driven by her emotions.

For a sniper, a calm mind is more important. And as a guerilla, she was also used to changing her plans to adapt to the situation, making her mentality pretty flexible.

And it was easier for her to see that although, all those years ago, Fahna was an existence that she had to hide from and watch while she annihilated her companions. But on this battlefield, their goal was the same.

Her dying at the moment would only make their side weaker.

Not to mention, from what Max has said, he was acquainted with her. As for how it can be learned later. But it was definitely not as lovers, because Fahna was too young and Max already said his wife died not too long ago.

When matched with the skills she showed on the battlefield in the past and a day before, it can be seen that Max’s moves matched Fahna’s a bit.

Or one should say, Fahna tried to mimic Max. But due to her nature as a mage, it was only low-level mimicry.

"So you really were her." A smile formed on Fahna’s face, but it still didn’t hide the disappointment and defeat she felt at the moment.

Everything was ruined, all her little plans and games she played were ruined in a single instant.

The only thing she could be happy about was that she survived.

A thought that remained in her mind for a bit, before she started to wonder where she was. "You!" An answer she got the moment she noticed a boy who became the reason for her escape.

How can she forget his face?

On the other hand, the boy who was gripping his neck in pain gave Fahna a look before saying. "Lady, go inside, the boss is awake as well."

Arrogance was the first word that came to Fahna’s mind.

She looked down on the body, but there were more questions in her mind.

What was this boy doing here? How did he save her from that hellish battlefield?

And what part he played in all of this.

Questions that were answered not too long after seeing a figure she had seen not too long ago. A woman who had escaped her hands many times. But now she was here, and obviously the one who saved her life.

On the other hand, the one bound in bandages?

It was him, the guy who unleashed a calamity-level event inside a city.

"Then you truly are her... the madwoman that burned the entire forest."

"..." Fahna wanted to jest a bit if she was in her usual state. She would have mocked Sheva for her weakness and called her fellow soldiers a bunch of rats who were hiding in a haystack.

But Fahna didn’t say a word, she knew, if not for this woman’s help. She would have long been dead.

"From the looks of it, we are on the same side..."

"Don’t think of me as a fool. And no, we are not. If not for this guy, I would have let you die, no matter how useful you would have been for our revenge."

"..." Fahna was at a loss for words at the moment. She wanted to know who this man was and what this revenge was about.

But it would appear that although Sheva had saved her. It didn’t mean they were on good terms. But it didn’t mean she didn’t gain anything from this exchange. ’That man... in stupor... he is?’ A face appeared in her mind.

A man who was never meant to be an assassin in her eyes. A man who was too weak to live in a world of darkness. Someone much weaker than her father, when it came to mentality.

A weak man like that just caused a calamity-level event inside the city. And she was sure it was him, the physique of this man matched with the assassin that was hunted by the Grandmaster.

"Jeremy, speak if you can listen to me." At those words, Max dragged his head towards Fahna and called out a name that he hadn’t called out in a long time. "Maria?"

"Yes teacher, I am here." Fahna ignored Sheva at the moment and looked straight at her teacher. Wonder why he was here after leaving the world of assassins all those years ago.

Not to mention, he seemed to be at the center of some dangerous things, or was he the cause of this?

’That demon... is he using my teacher?’

She wondered, before recalling the details her brother had told her causing a bit of panic in her mind. She thought that she might have fallen into my trap. Before shaking her head, and knowing full well that it might be the other way around.

Her saviors might have been the victims.

"Fahna?.... You... look... old?"

In those words, the eyes of both Fahna and Sheva shined for different reasons.

In Fahna’s case, it was because her teacher directly abandoned the name Maria and used her true name, as if he knew her identity all along.

On the other hand, Sheva finally took a sigh of relief, knowing that Max was still there somewhere. He just needed to recuperate.

"What a boring melodrama... " Krotal laughed from the side. No, it would be more appropriate to call him crow from now on.