The God of Jesters
Chapter 42 - 2.10.3 Revenge

Chapter 42: 2.10.3 Revenge

Let’s go back a bit. The time when Remira entered Maxim’s room and found him sitting on his bed, breathing heavily but still widely awake.

Turning his head toward her, he showed her to the chair. "Please sit." He said. Wishing to talk to Remira on the same level.

"Is your health good?" She asked, sitting on the chair. Though this question felt redundant because there was no way the man in front of her was healthy.

"Considering what I experienced, I can say I am pretty lucky."

This was the second time he witnessed the true form of a deity-level figure, which few people are ever able to survive. And even among those that might survive, they go mad. "Now tell me, what happened and how it all happened?" He asked, his voice a bit blurry and strained, showing the fatigue his mind and body have gone through.

Even his bandaged hand which hid the words and name of the deity was shivering a bit. But knowing full well what had happened to Pierta, she didn’t question much and started to speak the words and her experience.

"Someone following you?" He asked, confused. This was not the first time she had spoken about being followed. But the last time it was in public. Inside an academy, it would be impossible for an individual to do this.

The academy was protected by a grand spell, it would be impossible for a phantomize intruder to follow Remira.

Unless this individual was included in the list of guests in the Lucien academy. "Are you sure this was the same one as last time?" Maxim wished to confirm, feeling a bit familiar with this individual for some reason.

The habits, the ability to remain undetected. They were somewhat familiar with what he had heard before in the Radiant Headquarters.

Then he thought, it was highly unlikely for that to be here.

"The Gargoyle, he noticed it too, right?" He wished to confirm, to which Remira agreed. "Yes, he did."

"Then there is no more need to think anymore. The Lucien Academy is working with or for this individual. Because if the demon could detect it and still not attack an intruder, it would mean that this intruder had a green pass." Explained Maxim, his mind already wondering why would the Lucien academy do this.

’They even let Remira roam unattended in the academy.’

There was this case as well, it was as if the Lucien academy wished to be found out. ’Hmm, the boy took a book but also didn’t get noticed by the Gargoyle.’

’...’

"Remira, I wonder, did you ask who was the last one to come to the forbidden library? I am not talking about those without passes. I am wondering about those with the passes." Maxim thought this was also an important plot point that Remira failed to mention or even explain to Maxim about.

"This... I didn’t think of it at that time." As she heard these words, her mind opened up to possibilities, there was some slight embarrassment on her face, and in a sorry voice, she informed Maxim that she would go back and confirm it.

But Maxim just shook his head at this idea. There were too many suspicious points about the Lucien academy anyways. "Don’t even think about it. I don’t feel it would be safe visiting that place once again."

"It must have been the headmaster behind everything, he chose Farhad to become the victim knowing who his parents were. It was no mere coincidence he entered the library without facing the gargoyle."

"As for why the headmaster gave away his crime so easily, it must have something to do with trapping you in the school somehow. So it would be better to face the headmaster after he leaves the academy and not before it."

Now he had a clue, something he could follow.

The dream had already confused him before and he still lacked understanding of why a deity-level being would descend on this town.

While on the other hand there was the related case of a dead child, which seemed disjointed from the dream itself. But considering the boy died calling out about the moon. There ought to be some connection.

No there was.

’The signage of the moon.’ He already knows why the kid died now. He witnessed the same image that Maxim witnessed before.

"Then we need to find a way to drag him out of the academy." Remira wondered, knowing full well that the things that happened in the academy were a bit too weird. "But I don’t know how, unless we can find something that attracts him, he won’t come out."

Maxim also thought for a while, or so he acted about thinking. But in his head, there was already a figure in his mind.

"We will just ask the boy’s father to deal with him. I had already promised him to hand over the killer of his son to him. You won’t have to deal with that old man yourself." Maxim explained, his voice a bit blurry. Before he noticed something, a small detail he forgot about.

"Oh yes, I forgot. But what is the book that Farhad chose?"

At this inquiry, Remira was surprised to find that she never mentioned the name of the book to Maxim.

She had expected Maxim to see the book in her hands through his mana sight. But it seems current, Maxim was truly blind.

"Its Curse of the Silver Night, by the founder of Yethel Republic."

"Hmm?"

*****

Now let’s go back to the time when Maisel received the letter and slowly opened it.

"It seems we can’t run away... ever." These were the first words that were written on the paper. Which confused Maisel. Though the more he read, the more Maisel’s face turned ugly.

"Run away, it’s revenge for what happened. We all know what kind of being it is, there is no method of destroying it. The most we could do is escape... At least you should escape after dealing with your son’s killer. I will remain here, I have already lived long enough.."

The longer he read the letters, the more the memories from the past started to appear in his head.

It was the time when he was still a promising young man, top of his academy, and loved by many.

He even married at a young age and even sired his first daughter. But before she could turn even a year old, he was called to the military base for something important.

"Marshall?" His friend that had stayed with him and supported Maisel from thick and thin called out. But Maisel had long lost in the memories, a giant mistake that happened all those years ago.

And rats.

"Jeremy, it’s here."

In truth, no one truly understood what this ’it’ was. There were talks among those that came across it, calling him the spirit of the rats and a chaotic spirit that was born out of the grievances of countless dead rats.

It’s why wherever this thing went or possessed, there would always be the rotten smell of rats everywhere.

"? What is here?"

Jeremy acted ignorantly, confused even. Wondering what Maisel was talking about.

"The puppet of Yethel... No, it would be better to call it the puppeteer of Yethel."

"The Rat King is here."

*****

In an underground cellar the blood boiled in a giant cylinder in the middle of the room and a figure with a broken body slowly entered it, his steps unstable and his voice hoarse.

"It betrayed us..." The figure complained as he walked toward the blood cylinder. "But it can’t go against the contract... nothing is out of expectation... *Cough"

The man seemed in no state to speak, but the words kept coming out of his mouth.

"I can’t control this body properly anymore." He complained as he found it hard to keep his thoughts just as thoughts.

"It’s trying to take over." The man said, but before whatever tried to take over could do anything, the man placed his hand in the entrance of the cylinder and then flipped the switch on the side.

Causing multiple needles to stab his hand and then inject the boiling blood into his veins. Which caused his figure to calm down and even heal some injuries that he had sustained before.

"Soros, are you here?" The figure questioned, his mind still a bit cloudy. And in response, a young voice said. "Yes, master."

This was the same child that Remira met not so long ago, the child with a heavy curse aura upon his body.

"Send a message to the bastard, kill as many rats in the underground as you can."

Since the day Remira caught up to him and when Maisel’s night activity started to get more and more violent, the man had hidden Soros as a trump card and barred him from moving anymore.

But that was only for the surface world, for the underground sewer system, Soros was free to move.

And with his ability, he would be very successful as well.

"Yes, master."

The child said, before disappearing from the room. Leaving the man alone.

The man who, after getting his bearings straight, climbed the stairs and opened the door to his shop.

A shop by the name of Vaisal’s Enchanted Potions.