The God of Jesters
Chapter 330 - 5.16.2 The Chains of Death.

Chapter 330: 5.16.2 The Chains of Death.

The revelation was too much for one person to stomach at once. She still didn’t dare believe my words. She didn’t want to believe that she was born from something so disgusting.

"Your Jara and my Baldar of course knew of this fate I had designed for you. And he didn’t wish for you to become the murderer of your father. So he betrayed me, in order to save you of that fate. And then he still made me stay away from you just so you can have a normal life."

And the more I spoke, the greater the impact Sheva suffered. Jara, the fool, had done everything in his power to save her. To prevent her from garnering the fate of a killing her father.

As the sin of Patricide was one of the greater ones in this world.

"You... why didn’t you tell me this before? I was a mere mortal before, why not come to me and tell me the things he kept away from me?"

"And you would have done as I said? No, a person in your case would have gone after your parent, trying to get answers from him about your bloodline and your mother. Who was actually a good woman. Still alive and living in luxury since we learned about you."

"..."

"Again, don’t look at me like that. There are many things that Jara has hidden from you. And this is just one of them. He probably never told you how he killed his own father when he was just 12 years old. Which is the reason why he was punished into joining the military with most of his talents sealed."

The more I spoke, the greater the weight of reality became on her. She learned of Baldar’s past, how he tracked down his father using Talismans and then hunted him down after learning how and why he was an orphan.

A sad story, a wonderfully sad story of a boy who just wished to belong, but all he got in return was deception and hate by his own family.

In Baldar’s case, his father was not some poor sod who didn’t have any way of affording a better life for his son. No, his past was way more heinous.

Raping his maid’s daughter and then killing her when she and her mother came to his doorstep while asking him to take responsibility. Which in hindsight was not a good and if not for the last cries of Baldar’s grandmother, attracting some attention, even Baldar won’t have existed in this world by now.

By the time Baldar had grown up in my orphanage and learning talisman techniques, using his talent, he sensed the location of his father and saw that this father of his already has a new family of his own.

Though, the day Baldar went and tried to connect with such killer father. Things went awry and the end result. We all know what he ended up doing.

When I came to the end of my stories and reasons, there were no words left in Sheva’s mind. The most she could utter was. "You wish for me to work for you? Is this it?"

"Yes and no in some sense, there were multiple reasons I told you this story, one of which is for recruitment, the other is for another thing."

As I spoke, my body changed again, turning into a young woman with golden hair and dark eyes. "The other thing is this. My daughter is on the ship you are currently on. And she has some idea over your identity."

"So, although I don’t know if she would go so far as to punish the daughter for the torture she suffered from. I won’t put it past her, as she can’t touch the father, so at least, she can take out her frustrations on someone else."

"And before you wonder. She is an Illusionist at the level of an Archmage. It’s virtually impossible to find her or track her down if she doesn’t wish to see you. Which in turn can also mean, she can kill you at any time, and you won’t even know of it."

"That’s your second reason. And the biggest threat you currently possess."

"Meaning, it’s not only Crow that is under a danger. But you as well."

My words were like a knife on her neck, my words told her the reality of the situation and the danger she was currently in. Not as immune as she might imagine, and somewhat closer to death. And she realized it as well. "Death is what I wish for, so I am not so worried about it. But I know this is not what you want to hear from me."

"You wish for me to work for you, and I have no choice in it if I want for Crow to survive."

"Though I have many more reasons which would make you want to live longer, but the reasons relevant to the current situation, those are considerable enough."

"Join me and I will request a powerful being to help you, save you from the clutches of two Arch mages and bring Crow along with you. Isn’t it just fine?"

For survival, everyone has to make choices they don’t like. And Sheva was the same, a woman of choices that knew it was time to make another life changing one.

"All I had to do is kill my father, correct?"

"There are a bit more responsibilities, but yes, that’s the gist of the situation. Help me and I help you."

"Then do it. Save us and I promise that I... I will kill that man." When her thoughts stabilized, she didn’t dare to considering the man in the story that Jester told her about, her own father. He was a monster from what she learned. And she had killed many, and he will be one of them.

"It’s good that you did. As my friends, man has also reached your location."

As I said these words, the whole ship shook. Waking Sheva from her deep dreams.

But before she can consider what was happening. The surrounding walls on the ship started to melt. "What is happening?" Crow asked in confusion. Seeing how the world turned into a water color painting, melting under the sun as he found himself in a carriage of sorts, with metallic clanging noises coming out from time to time.

"What is this place?" He thought before his eyes shifted to the little exposed window not too far from him, and he saw the reality. "A train?" He was surprised to find himself in a train carriage and not a ship.

But Sheva was not so surprised. Nor the Dwarf that came with a syringe. "Another annoying pursuer... we should have changed the location." He cursed, recalling hearing about a centipede that was caught by the two mages not too long ago. A proof that their location had been exposed.

A running train carrying coals. Hiding in plain sight while also making it harder for people to track them, as they were always on the move.

"What is in that injection?" Sheva asked, but the dwarf didn’t mention and just went for crow with not so good intentions.

Seeing which, Sheva was not in mood for any more play. A chain materialized over her head and then stabbed toward the dwarf’s hand. A chain that slowly morphed into a long centipede, which directly ripped the hand of the dwarf with a single flick.

"Ahh!" Before he could even cry, the Centipede turned around in the air and struck the Dwarf in the head before she could recall it. Much to her horror and my amusement.

’I made a wrong calculation.’ I thought, looking at the centipede that was eyeing my body, my karma, probably wondering if I was a good food or not. Before it returned to Sheva.

"Thi... what was that?" I asked with fear. "Why... why kill him?" I continued to the woman who was also the sole inheritor of her bloodline, just like me. Probably why she could materialize her talents so early, just like I did.

"I... This is no time to think about it." She said, using her superhuman strength, to break the rope that bound her. Before giving one look toward the dwarf and feeling the vibrations in the air. "This is the chance, we have to leave now." With those words, she took the keys from the dead Dwarf’s clothes and freed Crow as well.

But Crow was still in a stable state of mind, as he asked. "What is going on?" Confused over change in scenery and the change in Sheva. "Are you even Sheva?" He asked, but Sheva was in no mood to answer any of my question. She just dragged me across the bogey and opened the trolley car. "Its slowing down." She said, looking at the horizon where the fight was taking place.

Although it was a long distance away, due to her background as a sniper and her senses being enhanced under the awakening of her bloodline, she could see it all clearly. A fight with a single man jumping around like a monkey in the air and flinging entire ground toward the creatures in the sky.

’Inhuman.’ She thought, looking at the crazy man and the woman she met not too long ago.

’Wait?’ The woman she saw not too long ago was nothing like the daughter that Jester had told her about.

And as such thoughts came to her mind, the chains above her materialized on their own and then flew toward the empty air.