The God of Jesters
Chapter 357 - 6.05.4 Stone throw.

Chapter 357: 6.05.4 Stone throw.

"You stayed here while Musa gave up his life?"

The voice came again, causing Planc to fall on the floor under the pressure of the gaze.

Legendary, a being too far out of his reach and a being in front of whom he could only grovel in misery.

There were no words in his mouth, for he knew he had sinned. But he wanted to scream, what could he have done in such a situation? Be foolish like Musa and die a pathetic death?

He might be many things, but cowardly he was not. Laziness itself might be an advantage, it helped him develop the ways to save most of his effort while doing as little work as he could. Making him self-serving and self-conscious of his surroundings just to optimize his peace.

It’s why he knew that nothing could be done with how unprepared they were for the attack.

"The city needed protection as well, and the attack was too sudden, and I lacked proper understanding of the situation, the enemies might just divert those weapons toward the city and there would be no one to protect them."

"Is this your excuse? Don’t believe I am not privy to the life of leisure you live here." The woman said, her sleepy eyes looking toward a man who didn’t dare to look at her. "Tell me how long could the defense of the city handle if those weapons were to hit them?"

The man was an attendant to Planc and the man who handled the managing aspect of city defense. So he was much more informed on the limits of the dome shield that protected the city more than even Planc. Who was just a figurehead at the end of the day?

"From the reports, even if the Colony were to be hit, it would have mostly survived without much damage."

"A fact that I was not aware of at that time."

"You lack faith in your country, nothing more and nothing less."

"There was nothing I could do..."

"The blood of the Raven would have died yesterday, but you cared not for him."

Demonizing, someone has to take a fall, and Planc, a useless old Grandmaster was the perfect target for it. It’s why, whatever he said was not taken seriously.

He needs to fall so that the government can drop the responsibility over such oversight and blame their incompetence on a man who holds no value for the future.

And one might wonder why not someone of a lower position. Why is this act being led by a Legendary Figure by the Name of Blood Witch?

Well, only someone in her position can overpower a General so that he doesn’t struggle. Preventing any further problems from popping up.

So Planc was sacrificed for his laziness. He was treated burden that Cynark happily threw aside while propping the foolish Musa as a good general who sacrificed his life for the country.

And so the story went on the second day, while I looked at the giant floating fortress that had probably recovered some of the wreckage of the missiles that were rained down on the factories.

But those held no interest to me. Not after I have already seen the beauty in that destruction. The result of that destruction was for the Planc colony to turn into a prison camp where nothing got in, nor did anything get out.

As for me, days went by as I acted as a soldier doing my regular shifts and managing the confused commoners that have lost all their purpose and jobs, turning nothing more than a burden on the resources.

An expected result. The ones above me are aware of my existence or at least, suspicious of me and in turn, Yethel, which didn’t seem to be a country that was capable of such firepower or technology. They don’t believe a country would develop weapons of such scale in a meager 20 years. But that was their problem. It has happened, and they have become its very first victim.

The only thing they did believe was me being here, or at least my people, if not, why would the fortress stay above for so long? And why such a meaningless containment? They are trying their best to keep me jailed here or prevent me from reaching them. Not to mention, there might be other spies lurking in the dark, like the one that killed and skinned a man alive. Which was me again.

Which was hushed as soon as the body was found, there was no need to give the public any more reason to panic when they were already acting as animals while rations were being given to them from the military.

"Boom." I shot on the ground, to deter the screaming public who were fighting for a bag of grain, before going and beating one of them with my baton, as I shouted the military commandments to the man.

It was a fun activity, and in the end, I also got to keep the bag of grain for myself as I enjoyed the misery that was spreading among the masses. However, this did earn me some glowing glances as some soldiers were surprised by my brutality and seemed to emulate it during their own routine to keep the unfed masses at bay.

"You are doing exemplary work these days, it won’t be long before you get a promotion." These were the words of my superior who I loved so much.

If people as ignorant as him are in charge and don’t even treat the commoner as the people they were meant to protect, nothing more than cockroaches, then the future I see is not too far off.

This heavenly job in a country this corrupt. I lived like the king of the streets, leading by example and urging the other soldiers to do the same with pride and distinction, keeping everything at a leveled limit, earning the nickname of Mad Dog. A name that I loved very much as the kids ran away from streets wherever I walked by.

2nd a month of this containment and after countless searches with some mages carrying a flowerpot, I have to help as well by keeping the commoners at bay. There was a shift in the mental state of the commoners.

They started to fight back.

*****

It was at this moment that Amir got back into his manor, or so what was left of it anymore.

"Only my room was burned?"

"The manor is made of stone with the only burnable things being the furniture, clothes, and carpet, so the fire was controlled before it could spread."

"A good excuse, I wonder what grandfather intends to do with my research without me."

"Sir, you have to believe me, we were never able to recover any of your writings."

"Again with that candle theory of yours." Amir cursed while walking back into his manor under the protection of countless guards followed by some soldiers, including me.

"There were no lies in my words." Burghim felt hurt over Amir’s insensitive disparagement, but in Amir’s eyes, this is how he always acted.

"Then what do you think is the second most plausible scenario?" Burghim asked, curious about what Amir thought.

"It should be her, or her people at least, they feared my work would fall in your hands and hence...’ Before his words could end, a stone fell flew into the air, and truck one of the soldiers on the face.

"LET US GO OUT!!" Shouted a kid before running away.

A futile attempt as the soldiers soon caught up to him, as well as his father who tried to protect his child.

"He is a child, he doesn’t know." The father pleaded, crying with his face in the dirt while his son was dragged to the side.

"You dare to harm the Prince?" The soldier screamed at the kid scaring him.

"Let’s go Sir you shouldn’t watch the rest," Burghim said while urging them to move forward and go back to the Manor.

But Amir stayed there, looking in the distance as the soldier aimed their gun at the boy as well as his father, ready to shoot them over the kids’ offense of trying to harm the one with royal blood.

His blood.

Obviously, he won’t like to watch nor would he let it happen.

But considering how the Soldier’s finger was moving and readying itself to shoot the boy, a soldier came forward the held the gun in his hand. "There is no need for it. Just break the father’s leg and let the kid go." I spoke with a warm voice towards the kid and his father.

And with the prestige I have earned during these days, the man ended up agreeing to it and did as he was told.

While I went back to my job, as usual, watching Amir enter this stone manor, leaving us commoners behind.

"No, please not my leg.’ Came a cry, but knowing that the family wouldn’t die, Amir held no interest in the two anymore.

The kid did try to harm a prince, albeit out of ignorance. But it doesn’t make him innocent, the crime of even thinking of harming a Royal is certain death, so getting away with a broken leg was already great enough.

That is what one would think if they were unaware of how bad the situation in the colony was.

"Killing them would have been kinder... I learned from the neighbors, that the wife died not too long ago. And with a broken leg, they won’t be able to get food from the ration store."

"Don’t think too much and get back to work. We are going to hear an earful due to the ugliness we made Prince see."