The God of Jesters
Chapter 210 - 4.01.2 I wish to meet you.

Chapter 210: 4.01.2 I wish to meet you.

While living at home in isolation, forced to come to terms with my present and face the fact that I was not living anymore. I was ignorant as well as angry.

Alone in my room, I have tried to torture myself, trying to feel more than just a prickle over my body. But as the cells in my body were not completely alive, I barely felt anything.

I only know where I was hurt, but nothing more than that. But remember what I said, my cells were not completely alive, it doesn’t mean they were dead either.

Any injury would cause their activity to rise, and at that moment, a small amount of heat will be generated. Enough hea that some steam would often come off my injury as my cells tried to heal my broken parts.

Fascinating, isn’t it?

An ability that I treated as a curse was not so bad when I thought about it.

Being a curse, as Jester had claimed, I didn’t seem to suffer from much of a curse’s backlash, as I had read in the books. Whether my immunity was born from the flames in my body, or the doing of Jester itself. None of it mattered at the moment.

I just appreciated this ability.

In appreciation, I took out the hunting knife and stabbed my legs without any delay. I timed it perfectly, I targeted specific parts of the legs that were responsible for the motor functions. Enough injury that it doesn’t become too much of a hassle to heal.

And as I expected, my speed dropped a bit. Only for a while though.

’It begins.’ I thought to myself as steam rose from my injuries, which was a lot more visible in this cold environment before my speed saw an instant burst in speed.

It was great that the Captain was keeping pace with the world and didn’t truly use her full strength while running, making it easier for me to follow her, while I made a few more incisions on my face, as well as my hands.

"It feels good." It can be considered a foolish thing to do in this environment. If the enemies were to strike me, my broken muscles as well as flesh would give me a weaker starting point and my enemies an advantage. But in my eyes, it was still better than freezing to death or even being buried if I became too slow.

And it’s not like anyone will follow us this deep. Not after what happened last time.

******

Remira was her usual, she moved as she wanted and did what she needed. And the only reason she let Farhad live was her will. As generally, a Radiant Knight like her should eliminate any threat before it comes to pose any danger to her, or the world.

And from the way, the followers of The Jester put so much importance on Farhad, it was all the more reason for Remira to eliminate him before the plan of her enemies can succeed.

But for the first time in a while, she chose to ignore reason and follow her instincts.

Her reasoning was simple as well. As long as Farhad is with her, the bastard will never leave her alone.

All she needs to do is impede his growth, which is as easy as cutting his head before he can retain his memories. She had done some experiments and she knows that Farhad’s memory resets as long as she cuts off his head. As for how it works?

She doesn’t know. But she will keep doing it as long as Farhad shows any violent tendencies, keeping the plan of Jester in check. Which would obviously force him out if he wishes for his plan to succeed.

A gamble she was willing to take as long as she could succeed in her own personal revenge.

Although Farhad thought only he had a personal gripe with this being, what he might not know was her own history with this bastard.

The things he showed her, things that felt more like blurry memory, a proof of tampering that she couldn’t recall.

Not to mention, he had messed with Pierta and many others.

He was the core of the disaster in Durum.

How can she leave that bastard alone? The Radiant Hall might have given up for reasons she didn’t know, but she won’t give up. Not to mention, although she was going to visit her old home, it didn’t mean she had forgotten about Jester completely.

A friend of hers who held a strong grudge against Jester was already doing his work. While here she was, following the wolf that appeared familiar to her.

’He is able to keep up?’ With a whiff of her nose, she can smell some old blood with a hint of Taboo in it, an impossible feat for normal Radiant Knights who can only sense curses. But for her, it was easy to see what was going on without even turning around.

’He was scared...’ She had just made a joke before. Even her guard and most of her little gestures were to fool Farhad into mistaking her. It would keep him on edge and force him to consider before he gives into his bloodlust.

A small psychological pressure was needed in such situations. It was the only way to reign in a person she didn’t understand completely. Not to mention, her companion was a bit volatile.

’Keep moving.’

Another whisper. The same whisper that she heard before she started following this wolf.

Originally, she should have reached the village a day or two ago, but her earlier claims of reaching her old village in less than a week were not lies. But what she didn’t take into account was the way Cynark had cleaned that village off the map.

The old paths and maps were rendered useless after the shellings; there were artificial landslides and cave-ins to close most of the paths. Remira even felt the existence of some natural formations that would confuse any explorer and turn them around from the place. All of it was done to ban any entry to a place considered Forbidden.

The severity of the whole incident was hard for an outer party to truly fathom. But Remira did and hence was not angry with all these safety measures.

She was not so emotionally weak to feel indignation over such treatment in her village.

No, in her eyes, which has seen enough of the world, this was good. It was good that nothing could escape this place.

Nothing mindless at least.

With a howl, the wolf stopped in its tracks, before it turned and looked at Remira, who had also come to a halt as well.

"This?" She wondered., although her sight was weak, she could clearly see what was ahead of her.

"We are here?" A refreshing voice of Farhad asked. But Remira just shook her head.

"No, this is just a cemetery." With those words, the wolf howled into the air, while its body slowly merged with the snow.

"??" A fact that surprised Farhad for a bit, but Remira was not surprised by it one bit.

She had known this was not a living existence, nothing living exists in this valley, even including the wolves that once used to call it their home, while her family used to hunt these very wolves to sustain themselves.

An odd relation.

As it was these very wolves that had ended up saving her on that accursed day.

So, even though they had left, Remira put her head on the snowy ground and said in her heart. "Thank you for saving me." She was grateful to these beasts, they had provided her warmth through their fur, food with their flesh, and security with their sacrifice and now they showed her the path she was searching for.

They were charitable to her in their life as well as death.

And throughout this, Farhad spoke of nothing, he was just surprised that the wolf he had followed till now was a ghost of some sort, which was shameful considering he was an occult student.

While in his mind, she was giving respect to her elders in the cemetery.

It took a total of three minutes before Remira got up, giving one last look toward the foot marks of the wolf in the snow, which had disappeared under the falling snow. Before she moved forward. "Keep up the pace."

It was time to confront the truth, as well as confirm if the reports she read were right or not.

*****

"The blood... her blood!"

"It’s here.... We can..."

"Free...."

"Fami..."

"Hmm, fascinating. These things were capable of speech? Is it those people again?" The man in specs smiled while looking at the undead in his lab who tried to reach for the sky.

"Gehena, seems like someone interesting has come here. Go and give them a visit. And depending on their identity, bring them here." As the man said those words.

A small woman with brown skin and dark hair got up from her seat while picking up her rifle. "As you say, doctor." Her steps were brisk and light, before long, she had already left the scene. Leaving the "Doctor" alone with his subjects.

"Her blood... freedom and family?... correct?" The doctor said, before looking toward the sky ceiling himself. "I wonder what your identity is for causing these monsters to call out understandable words for the first time?’

"Are you the source of this plague?... Or a Victim?"

"Well, whatever the case, I hope to meet you soon enough."