The God of Jesters
Chapter 398 - 7.03.2 Please spare me.

Chapter 398: 7.03.2 Please spare me.

"Everything is messed up now." Labhan Parsa was the soldier’s name. He belonged to the high class of Luthanza who had achieved his wealth only recently due to some lucky investments that his father made in trades a few decades ago.

Or so was the lie that his family has perpetuated. The truth was, that the small military family of Parsa had their hands in the slave business, like many other military families of Luthanza that were responsible for managing the territory.

Some of these families even dreamt of buying their way into nobility when they were rich enough.

But everything was ruined due to the attack on the factories.

Suddenly, there were new people joining their ranks, Soldiers with a stronger background than their own who were completely oblivious to what went on in the dark of Luthanza.

"Have you gone mad?"

"The only one who is mad is you... buying the words of a stranger over your own men.. Look where it brought you." Labhan cursed Perseus. Who in their right mind would bother listening to someone like Farhad?

Ignoring if he was speaking the truth about his identity, there is no reason to come to the slavers’ hideout so early. Leaving Labhan no chance to clean stuff up. Captain Perseus can only blame himself for the disaster that he brought upon himself and no one else.

Surrounded by the guns that were aiming for his head, Perseus knew that things were not looking so great right about now.

Not to mention, the young man that led him to this place is shot dead. As for his companion who was staying outside, he couldn’t see her anywhere, meaning that her end was not good as well.

"You know who my master is."

"You think that there are no royals behind us?" Labhan looked at Perseus with mockery on his face. There was no need to keep the false awe on his face.

Although not holding any direct line with a Royal, or even knowing a hint over their identity, Labhan had long been made aware that the Noble families involved in this whole business had someone powerful behind them. So it won’t be bizarre for someone powerful to deal with any issues that might arise if Perseus were to die here today.

No, there is a chance that Labhan might just end up getting a promotion if his plan worked.

Which included ordering the ignorant soldiers to take Remira back to the closest outpost, waiting for their deaths. Labhan plans to kill Perseus along with all the other soldiers to act as collateral to the conflict that broke out in the Outpost with the foreigners that had visited the site.

Of course, some set dressing is needed, which would be done by killing those soldiers on-site, making everything appear natural.

Though, it would be sad to kill that Radiant Knight so early. Although she was one of those crazy Knights, she was still a beautiful woman. A beauty that is hard to come by. Not to mention, she can act as a "bonus" for him and his men who put themselves in endanger of exposure by coming here.

Or so were the thoughts that Labhan was cooking in his head. Disgusting thoughts that would have earned him death if they were to be exposed to Remira. But he was safe for now. He was smart enough to send her away early on.

"Your understanding of Royals is too simple." Perseus sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

To which Labhan just smiled. A pained smile, which was a sign that he understood what Perseus was meant to say. But he was now exposed, if this slaver’s den were to be investigated, things might eventually lead to full-blown exposure of a slavery ring active in his jurisdiction, and then the blame would fall on him.

Turning him into a fall guy. He will be demonized, turned into the mastermind and the core evil in this whole scenario, before being executed so that he can act as an example for others to not make the same mistakes as Labhan did.

While the true criminals will live unscathed through this whole ordeal. And such a future, Labhan didn’t wish to experience.

"Shoot him." So he gave his order. There was no need to drag this out any further. It’s better to end it as fast as possible or who knows what might happen.

But the moment he had given the order, Perseus moved to the closest soldier, his feet nimble, missing the first few shots, but how can a human speed match with a volley of bullets with no space to maneuver?

Though the surprising thing happened, none of the bullets actually touched Perseus’s body.

And mind you, these are not normal bullets, they were made to kill adept-level Knights. Although it had little effect on a Master Level, the bullet’s momentum would still cause some shallow injuries on their body, leading to bleeding.

This is what Labhan and the other Knights hiding among the soldiers were thinking about.

Waiting for an opportunity to eliminate the Master Rank Knight before he could actually transform.

But it would seem things were progressing differently altogether.

Completely ignoring the bullets that bounced off of him without even reaching his skin, a smiling Perseus grabbed the rifle of the closest soldier, who in a hurry took out an exquisitely made blade, which glistened with red shine and thunder.

"He kno..." The soldier shouted in panic, horrified over how fast the incoming fist was. But before he could end his sentence, the first of the Master exploded his head like a melon, causing the bone splinters to fly off like the splinters from a grenade, puncturing the faces of the soldiers standing next to him, killing them instantly.

"A protection charm... Maintain distance... let it burn out." What kind of charm it was or in what shape it came, none of that mattered at this moment.

What mattered was the quality of this charm and for how long it be able to protect Perseus. That was the main issue.

As long as Perseus is under its protection, he would virtually be invincible among all these mortal and apprentice-level soldiers, who will be nothing more than wet paper in front of his fist.

As for adept Knights like him, they were slightly stronger melons. Proof of which he had seen not too long ago.

’I have to survive.’ Shooting as he backed off, Labhan noticed to his horror, that his orders seemed to do nothing at this moment. None could have matched the speed of a Master Ranked Knight, they broke down one by one even as they abandoned their weapons and tried to run away with all their might.

But Perseus showed no remorse, he killed one by one without a pause. Neither sparing the young nor the old, neither the mortals nor the knights.

A complete overkill that Labhan hadn’t expected even in a million years.

Originally, he had been ready for some losses, which was to be expected considering the kind of individual they were going to kill.

But what is this? Why are there so many people dying suddenly? Why did the situation turn so bad so fast?

And what is grabbing onto my feet?

Looking down, he found that the dead body of the bastard who ruined everything for him was suddenly grabbing his feet.

A body that should already be a hundred meters away by now. How did it reach here? "You... stop... I am a bit hungry." Words came out from the mouth of the fallen figure, who tilted his head and looked at Labhan as if he were looking at a Tasty meal. "You.." Labhan panicked, he tried to kick the man, crush his skull with his feet, and even scream, but it was as if the flesh on his feet had connected with the flesh on Farhad’s palm.

Which caused him immense pain, so much so that Labhan was going to lose consciousness. But he held his scream in and then took out the blade that hadn’t seen the light of day for ages.

A blade that Labhan never bothered to polish since becoming the leader of his own troop. So the Blade had turned a bit dull.

It was probably why, when he tried to hack his leg, he could only do it partially, causing blood to splatter around the field, but most of it was still on Farhad’s face, which was smoking due to his exposure to the sun. Turning the whole scene absolutely demonic.

"Fuck... fuck!" This was the final straw for Labhan, he didn’t know when, but like a madman, he made several hacks on his leg, countless cuts in different regions most of them shallow, before he finally succeeded.

"Yes!!!" he cried in happiness, throwing his old leg and Farhad to the side while he tried to "Run" again, only to fall over in the field and eat dirt.

And as if to make matters worse. "Oh, you made it easier for me." Came Farhad’s voice, who dragged his smoking body to Labhan who barely had any energy to escape anymore.

But there was one thing he could do. "Spare me..." He begged.

"Please.. Spare me." And as he begged, the faces of the slaves came to his mind.

The very slaves that had escaped not too long ago.

The slaves he killed himself, who said these very same words.

"Please..." were his last words, as the living corpse, of Farhad climbed over his body, killing and eating him alive.