The God of Jesters
Chapter 245 - 4.07.6 Why don’t you sit over there?

Chapter 245: 4.07.6 Why don’t you sit over there?

There was Scart the Collector, Minat the Skulker, and then last, Gazelle the Mysterious, due to her habit of always putting on an act of mystery.

The group was filled with eccentric individuals and each had their own quirk that made them appear as a group of clowns in the eyes of Farhad. Truly a group Jester would cultivate. And knowing Jester and his past.

Farhad knew it even better than these followers why they might have been chosen. ’They are an interesting bunch.’ He thought from their banter that they were a close group. As for whether this was an act or truth, it was hard for Farhad to tell considering whose these people worked with.

"Good, if your instructions are over... Owl I presume. I would like to leave." Farhad got up and planned to walk out of the group, unbothered by the cold nor the gazes of the group who eyed him as well as his naked body.

Considering the snow and the mountains not too far off, he understood that he probably wasn’t far from Remira and if Jester’s memories about her were to be believed, she was a good tracker. So as long as he remains away from these people who might have employed who knows how many tricks to hide their path, Remira should be able to find him.

Of course, he planned to look for any hint of civilization and find the train station in case Remira couldn’t. As staying with these people was dangerous.

Ignoring the fact that they kidnapped him, he still can’t fathom why they had to remove his clothes.

"Please Mister Farhad, you shouldn’t hurry too much."

"Then you truly wish to hold me against my will? Was it a lie you spoke of before?" Of course, his act of leaving was just a ruse, he wished to see what these people do in such an unexpected situation.

Generally, a person should panic, scream, and fight against his oppressors, believing none of their words and even attacking them. But Farhad chose none of those actions, he chose to believe the words of these people and to some extent, Jester. Knowing that bastard, he knew for sure that he wouldn’t harm directly like this.

His twisted mind enjoys misery, a play of misery and hope. He won’t let him go to waste so easily. Nor would he force and change the stories he crafts by directly enforcing his will on important individuals.

Farhad understood, that although he didn’t like this fact, Jester really considered him a bit special. Whether it was the life in the world of mediocrity before his death or the living hell of a century where they repeated a sad dream again and again.

Whatever the reason was, although he hated Jester, he knew that Jester didn’t think the same way as him.

And this scared him.

"None of what I claimed is a lie, you are free to go wherever you want, but I hope you will stay for a while and listen to some explanation. Something my master wasn’t able to give you?"

Then Owl spoke to Gazelle, who was curiously looking over Farhad, and ordered. "Gazelle, it’s cold, make a set of clothes for Mister Farhad."

Clothes made a persona and currently, Farhad was nothing more than an anime in the eyes of the civilized people. So before having an important discussion, there was no problem with giving him the clothes. Isn’t it?

And Farhad, although found the clothes created by Gazelle a bit weird. Clothes weaved through nothingness, but he still chose to accept it.

Of course, this all was just temporary, he intends to release the flames on his body soon after the discussion is over to burn them up. Just to make sure there is no backdoor or trap in these clothes.

"Mister Farhad, don’t you regenerate? Can you compensate for Gazelle’s gift to you with a finger of yours?" Scart spoke, but he made a shred scream as Gazelle who created the clothes just shook her head., "Ignore him, he has been stealing things from us since we were kids."

"You bitch.. Stop... take out that finger."

"Then apologize to Mister." Gazelle seemed to have penetrated the back of the man called Scart with her finger. Showing that the relationship between the two was a bit more twisted than he had initially assumed it to be.

’True crazies.’

"Ignore him, beside him, the rest are pretty normal." Owl came forward to calm the situation as he saw that Farhad was ready to leave.

And why wouldn’t he?

Farhad belonged to the occult department of Mages, a branch famous for its knowledge of curses and dark rituals. So asking a finger from someone in this situation was nothing more than asking them to take away their lifeline. Who knows what kind of ritual that finger might be used in?

In fear of such reasons, there had been multiple counter techniques, ceremonies, spells, and rituals made as well.

Of course, this was also the reason why Owl had stopped Scart from taking Farhad’s finger even before he woke up. As in this case Farhad used some method to detect his remains in the future or had learned of this accidentally. Their future meeting would have turned very awkward.

So it was better to be safe than sorry.

Hence, after he had calmed Farhad down and sent Scart away with Minat. She finally spoke.

"Sorry for earlier ugliness, you don’t know how hard he is to manage."

"I can see it already, and speak. I don’t intend to stay here for long."

"Then I will, if that is your wish," Owl spoke, then he put his pal up, showing five of his fingers. "I wonder if Mister Farhad knows what this is?"

"I don’t know."

"Then I won’t beat around the bush, these are the times you have been decapitated." When Farhad heard those words, his eyes gleamed with interest, while he put his hand on his neck. "You should be joking, correct." It was hard to trust those jokers, so Farhad didn’t believe a single of his words.

But Owl just shook his head and called Mini, who was sitting by the side while glaring creepily at Farhad. "Mini, show him the one you just recorded."

At Owl’s behest, Mini came close and put forward her hand. Confusing Farhad for a bit, but under the push of Owl and some curiosity, he chose to hold it.

A foolish choice to make if you are in a strange environment and you might not understand the true intentions of your enemies. But in this case, knowing Jester and his obsession with him. Farhad understood that no harm would come his way.

And in case they did wish to cause any harm, they would have done so already when he was knocked out.

Not to mention, the words that Owl spoke were too unbelievable and absurd.

The head is not like an organ that can be easily replaced through surgery, it’s not a bone that can be replaced with steel, it’s not the skin that can be grafted on by others. It’s irreplaceable and the most important part of a person’s body, it’s the very personification of an individual, their sense of self.

Without the mind, there won’t be thoughts, emotions, memories, and intelligence of any kind. So how can he be decapitated?

Or so he had thought, but the moment he saw how Remira really did cut his head off after the Mercenaries ran away, he turned silent.

He remembers that time, that emotions, the hate and desire for violence. He had wished to be stopped and Remira had come to his rescue, but before he could see what happened, he had fallen asleep.

"Did she reattach my head soon after?" He asked the little girl, who just put her hand out again and Farhad silently took it, dragging himself back into the memory, where he saw the rest of the event, in which, his head was turned to ashes by Remira, whale a sarcoma of flesh slowly appeared where his head used to be.

Leaving her hand again, he started touching his head. Recalling his past to some extent, how he had turned ugly for a bit in the middle.

’Am I still me?’ He thought.

The mind is the individual’s true self, but there is also the soul.

’The soul should be mine.’ He thought, but he couldn’t help but feel fear and a sense of loss for some reason.

"You said you would explain. So explain, whether I am still me." He ordered, throwing away the girl’s hand, who backed off and while rubbing her arm, went to sit on the side again.

There was no need to hide his confusion, if there was someone who could clarify his questions at the moment, then it would be these people. As they seem to know everything.

Owl also, after seeing that Mini wasn’t hurt, looked at Farhad and said. "I assumed this burst of emotion might happen." He spoke, before taking out a small pouch. "This is the remains of the skull we could find, take it." He said pushing it toward Farhad, but he just hit the pouch off his hand and kept repeating his previous line. "Just explain."

There were four more according to this man. Four more of him that were lost in time.

"Hmm... You should have understood, but the one who decapitated you all this time is none other than that Radiant Knight you followed."

"Every time?" Farhad tried to confirm and Owl nodded. "It’s the reason we were forced to act and take you away from her. All that constant violence would put a strain on your soul. As the body might grow, but the damage to the soul caused by such death would always remain. And although it doesn’t seem that apparent at the moment, it will in future if you don’t get the time to recuperate."