The God of Jesters
Chapter 364 - 6.07.3 Party up the night.

Chapter 364: 6.07.3 Party up the night.

I ran for weeks waiting for the pursuers to show their faces.

But none came across me. All I saw was freedom the likes of which I hadn’t dreamed about for a while.

Where were the ones who desired the flames of Samadhi?

Where were the ones who showed envy whenever they saw me?

No, they should come after me. They ought to consider who I had just secured.

But then again, that woman is an odd one. How did she succeed where I could never? How did she learn the patrol patterns of the jail, when and where the traps were hidden in the sewers, and how to find me?

She was the suspicious one.

Maybe the reason no one came after me was that there was no need to. This woman acts as a savior, she should be an enemy that is after me and Captain. That’s the only way to explain it.

"Don’t think too hard Farhad, it never bodes well for you, when you do," Remira warned while eating the porridge after who knows how long.

It would take a while for her to get rid of the drugs that impeded Remira’s use of her bloodline. And until then, she would have to depend on Farhad and Selene, her savior.

"Doesn’t captain think it’s odd?

"I am not your captain anymore Farhad. As for Number 2." She turned silent suppressing her own questions before warning. "It doesn’t matter if she is with us or not... we stay with her as long as she helps us. That’s enough."

There were things that Remira didn’t wish to say. Things which included the willful abandonment of Farhad before, how he fooled her using pieces of his flesh and created a diversion, just to escape her grasp.

Why would he do that?

For his sister? Was she the only reason?

No, there must be something else, or so she thought.

A seed of doubt has caused friction between her and Farhad. Friction that Farhad didn’t dare mention out of shame. Causing the issue to become greater with time.

But the three still have to stick together with each other. That’s the only way they can find a way out for themselves.

It was around this time, that number two came to the restaurant in her regular clothes, appearing as a confident assistant, she came and sat beside the two while she started to mouth what she had learned recently.

"They are not tracking us, nor on the surface. Otherwise, our escape would have been on the front page."

"They are waiting? For what?" Farhad asked, confused over why. But Remira, as if she knew the reason. She said. "Nothing, they just want me to go away, that’s it." Just an assumption on her part. But she found her escape a bit too easy and there is no denying it.

As for Selene working for the enemies? The chances of that happening were low.

What she instead believed was that her enemies were using Number Two as a pawn in their grand plan.

A plan that wishes to get rid of her, a prisoner that lost all value while retaining all the danger she could possibly have. So this is how they get rid of her. Knowing the means of Jester, she believed that it wouldn’t be hard for him to find someone like Number Two.

A mortal who used her mortality as cover to blend in with the crowd.

But considering the things that did happen in Durum, Remira knew that Number Two might have long been exposed.

"They want you to leave?" Farhad asked, confused for a bit. While Selene also wondered, what was the reasoning that Remira followed, which made her come to the right conclusion.

"To them, I am holding more trouble than value."

What she didn’t mention was the latter half, where the government of Yethel can’t kill her or give her any permanent injuries in fear of direct unceasing retaliation from the knights. Which Yethel can’t afford no matter how strong they can get.

To this day, the Radiant order still holds the most amount of active Legendary knights in the whole continent.

Retaliating against them until a certain point is good, but you can’t exceed the illusory line they had drawn and earn their wrath.

One can see this from the fact that Maxim Hailey, one of the assassination participants of Ikaros Yethel had lived for two decades before his death. Meaning, he survived the initial trial when he was captured by authorities two decades ago, along with Varkus Maisel and some others.

But due to the backing of the two, the Kingdom of Sarvilla was forced to gulp down their shame, accept the humiliating defeat, and let the criminals go free.

Of course, the retaliation that came later on out of nowhere was way worse than anything Sarvilla, now Yethel was capable of imparting on its prisoners. So that defeat itself had its silver lining.

As the trio talked about it a bit, with some hidden details, Farhad was starting to understand more and more why Yethel hated his country so much. Why his father was forced into oblivion?

If not for his existence, who knows what might have happened to his new family decades ago?

They might have ended up the same way many others had during Jester’s retaliation. Which put him in some conflict.

’Am I on the right side?’ He thought, looking at Remira and then others.

The boy in his memory was not a monster, not completely at least. He remembers some parts of humanity he held, some emotions and weaknesses that he had tried hard to hide.

There was one big issue in his thought process though. ’... are these thoughts mine? Or his remnant thoughts making me sympathize with that monster?’ This was the case whenever he had thoughts about Jester.

Whenever he tried to humanize that monster in his head, Farhad wondered if this was his self-delusion and desire to find something good in that monster, or if it was just Jester’s influence tricking him into putting his guard down against his old friend.

"There is no one more dependable than the smugglers when it comes to transporting ’human’ good." The topic came to our escape plan, we had to leave Yethel as fast as we could, as that would be the only way to ensure that we would not be falling into another of Jester’s traps.

This is where Smugglers came in, and the woman called Number Two was out there looking for someone who would allow us on their ship.

"Human trafficking is outlawed in Yethel, isn’t it?" I asked, wondering why a country with outlaws slave trade still had smugglers like that active.

At which Remira just shook her head and asked. "Wasn’t there an active slave market, often used by mages in Durum?"

"... I was not aware of that."

Cynark is also a country that has banned the slave trade, but it still happened and authorities most of the time overlook it, as is generally the case, these authorities themselves pocket some of the profits from the market, on account of turning their head away in front he operations.

"Knight Remira, that is not the case in Yethel, Slave trading truly is outlawed here. You can’t buy or sell slaves." Selene said while explaining in detail the reality of this country where instead of buying and selling, the channels in Yethel were mostly used to transport the slaves and that’s it. They just gave passage and nothing more.

"None of the slaves on that ship have Yethel citizenship, so the people authorities here don’t care."

"Is there no other way, but them?" Remira asked again, not wishing to ask for help from people of that nature. But I knew that there were no other options left. This was the only way out of this country.

A country that treated its people as humans and not slaves like the country I come from.

’Am I the bad guy?’

*****

"I am definitely the bad guy," I shouted, drunk on alcohol while dancing alone with my subordinates. "Bad Guys~ Bad guys..."

"No, not that, a higher pitch."

"What are you gonna..."

"Smooth it out a bit." They complained about how I couldn’t even sing while copying the vocal cords of an amazing singer, which is so wrong. You know I am trying, right?

And while we were having such a good party with drinks and weed in the air, Sheva looked at us from the side. Wondering how she thinks become like this.

’I should have stopped them.’

Abandoning the original smuggler’s den in fear of being found out, we came to a new one which is also the last stop in our mission.

A den that didn’t just hold booze and weed, but loads of dried rations as well.

It even felt like a base of sorts. Making Sheva wonder where Jester obtained the locations of such things.

And her question was soon answered when she found some empty cages at the back of the rooms.

’This explains all the food.’

If those people were here, Sheva would have probably killed them by now.

But now was not the time to have such heavy thoughts. While her small group partied. Sheva was reading a bunch of encrypted notes with most of the important information erased from it.

Though this was not of much importance anyway, the truly valuable thing in the whole slave base was the board on the wall which seemed like a crude painting of sorts. But for those with sharp insight and knowledge of geography. Sheva caught on to it pretty fast.

"The routs that slavers use... this is valuable."