The God of Jesters
Chapter 408 - 7.05.4 End to the negotiations.

Chapter 408: 7.05.4 End to the negotiations.

The child that I hated, the coward that ran away.

"Hah... my memories." I saw him, running away, I saw myself running away again and again.

It’s like a tired pattern, a memory that turned so boring that I didn’t wish for it to repeat in my mind. But it still did, I kept recalling those days, that anger, that frustration whenever I tried to go to sleep in my own way.

Until I reached my limit.

It’s why I removed that unimportant things from my mind.

"No, this is good... this is my weakness, I have to deal with it one day anyway."

*****

"I can finally see the reason for the countless assassination attempts," Amir spoke words that shouldn’t be spoken easily. And the Knight who hid in the back of the tent also heard it, but he didn’t react well to it.

Only he understood how sensitive this topic is to his Master, so Amir casually mentioning it with a hint of mockery in it did make Sarlen a bit unhappy.

But that was it, he had no right to take part in the discussion between two royals, nor did he hold any right to disturb it unless asked by his master.

"Oh, is it? Then I wonder cousin, why do you think those things are understandable."

"Your ambitions are too high, and I believe the ones after your life are well aware of the fact." A Royal with tall ambitions that he didn’t bother hiding. An ambition that one doesn’t cultivate with time, but one needs to be born with it.

Ludwig seemed to be someone who was born with a grand ambition that was seen by some other parties who might hold a similar goal, so they were planning to deal with the competition before he could grow.

But as stories like these usually go. Ludwig at the start might not have ever thought of becoming the Emperor, but due to constant life-threatening experiences and understanding why they were after his life, Ludwig might have been forced on the very path that they were doing their best to prevent.

Making it all a self-fulling prophecy of sorts.

"You speak as if being ambitious is a wrong thing," Ludwig spoke, starting with the story of how the first of the Bloodcrows overturned the main family, which were called the Dark Ravens.

As it’s written in history, the Dark Ravens were the first to rule Cynark, until a branch family of theirs overturned them and became the true rulers of Cynark.

A family that abandoned the name of Dark Raven.

"You intend to do something the same? That’s just bringing death upon you." Things are never ever so simple. And powerful families don’t disappear for no reason.

Although Amir lacked proper education when it came to history, he was well aware of the Dark Raven Clan. A clan that never had anything to do with the God of Wine, instead they followed the Goddess of Night’s Servant the Star Side Raven. Both of whom had long disappeared in the river of history, making the Raven Clan weaker in front of a God who wished to obtain a place of his own.

"Cousin, please don’t say as if I alone am doing something so stupid... from what I know of you, even you are pretty much the same as me... hating the Nobles and all they stand for."

"You are making up stories on your own and none of that is true." Amir completely denied Ludwig’s insinuation. Although a bit offended over how Ludwig knew so much about him, as well as curious over how he got to learn such things. But Amir didn’t rush things for obvious reasons. "I might have had some ’issues’ you can say with some noble families. But all of it happened in my youth when I was a tad bit more foolish than I am now."

Amir didn’t appear nonchalant as he spoke about his issues. How he fought with the nobles and how he put an end to the conflict completely. "Why do you think I employed two among their families to be my Knights?"

Naish Aleem and Uzma Omar were the two other knights Amir had beside Hemant. But for personal reasons, he didn’t like their presence, so he didn’t bring them here with him.

And considering why they were placed next to him, Amir found it a bit dangerous to keep people like that close to him. So he opted to come here alone.

Of course, the real excuse he made over the reason why they were not here was a simple one.

’They are taking care of Hemant.’ Their job was to protect Hemant while Amir was away. An odd order in the eyes of many. But by knowing the context, people won’t treat it as odd.

That is only true if we are talking about simple people, which Ludwig was obviously not. "Cousin, we both know that is not true... you hate them. You hate them I hate people like that."

"Our goals might not match, but we two are pretty much alike. Both of us are fed up with this unfair system. Someone needs to change it."

"And you think you are someone who can do it? Someone who was sent to the frontline to gain experience?’ It was common knowledge among the Royals, that there were only a few who truly came to the frontline to gain experience, most among the royal bloodline and nobles that were sent to the battlefield were sent there as a kind of punishment.

And Amir was sure that Ludwig was not here of his own will, which was correct.

’This cousin of mine is the sharpest one yet.’ Ludwig smiled internally, assured over the fact Amir would work with him.

"I can’t do it... It’s why I am asking you just as I have asked many others." Ludwig needed the support of many if he wished to conquer this nation of hypocrites, and he had found a couple of very special people not too long ago.

It’s also due to them that he started to look for a certain pattern until he found Amir. A man who was as special as he read in the reports.

No, Amir was exceptional when compared to the stories he read on reports. The perfect man for a perfect job.

And Ludwig was sure that Amir would accept his request, he would help him.

"Give me time... I will think about it." And with those words Of Amir, Ludwig knew that he had won over him.

*****

’So this is your new game?’ Amir looked back at the camp, he looked around at the uniformity in each step of the soldiers and their prideful faces.

They appeared even healthier than some soldiers Amir had seen before.

A sign that Ludwig treated his men pretty well.

But none of it fooled Amir.

’It’s as grandfather as said. Jester’s influence has reached deep into the military, but it’s not completely as he might have expected.’

A branch member of the royal family had desires for the throne, which was nothing more than a cause for chaos.

’He wishes to start an internal fight among ourselves.’

There were millions of people who at a certain age, dreamed of being the emperor of a nation. And only a small fraction of them could ever crawl out of poverty.

And a fraction of a fraction of those could ever hope to even see a Royal family member.

But what if this dream was held by a member of a Royal family?

’What if there were many such foolish Royals, hoping to one day hold the seat of the Emperor?’

’Such a perfect game... is this what his true intentions are?’ Amir can’t help but appreciate the effort on Jester’s part. Taking his own experience into account with the lady in the mirror and then the narcissistic tendencies that arose in him with each of her words, Amir understood clearly at this point that he was playing.

’Though I don’t mind it.’ Such a perfect game that Amir can’t help but appreciate the grind done on Jester’s part. And it was probably why, Amir chose to maintain his silence over the matter. He chose to let things be as they were and wait for the chaos to break out.

As for taking sides? Amir doesn’t intend to do that at all. It would be foolish if he were to be ousted for being a traitor. He can’t afford that for now at least.

’This is truly an opportunity, as Grandfather said.’

Holding the vial in his hand. The screws in Amir’s mind started to turn, as he sent a message to his Grandfather’s audience. "Grandfather, I have met with the suspicious individual and obtained a vial containing something special. I wonder if you are interested in it."

Amir was going to exchange this vial of blood for a more dependable cure that his grandfather could obviously afford. But out of principle, he didn’t make things easier for his grandson.

But with this vial of blood with a shady background, Amir can put his mind at ease.

And it didn’t take long before he got a response, which just spoke of a particular time and nothing else.

’A month from now?’ A time that seemed too long, but knowing the identity of his grandfather, this was to be expected.

Grand General Deimos was one of the three responsible for the security of this country. The amount of responsibilities over his shoulders should be immense. Still, Amir couldn’t help but curse. ’Fuck.’ under his breath.