The God of Jesters
Chapter 450 - 7.16.4 I am here to kill you.

Chapter 450: 7.16.4 I am here to kill you.

It’s always "easy to come and easy go" in this world, it’s one of the reasons why the people who obtain strength easily also die the fastest. That is the rule of the world which has never been proven false.

The same was the case for this woman in front of me.

Mystics were beings who might have weak bodies or magical talents, but their spirituality will always be stronger than normal, it’s a talent you can never inherit, but you have to be born with it.

But not all mystics are born at the same level, there is always some difference between them and their limits, like the one in front of me.

In truth, going by her spiritual strength alone, the most she could have ever achieved was just a simple adept level throughout her life. Which would have been good and all, if not for one weakness that all Mystics suffer from.

"Your soul is contaminated, I can smell the filth." They pry too deep into the forbidden, becoming victims to stronger wills outside their conception and in turn going to a higher level of power, which generally results in a high number of mystics becoming blind, just like the old friend Maxim, who used to be a Knight for a time.

"You speaking such words, must mean that you have a way to solve my problem?" The woman, although scared by my existence still kept her mind clear, they are the ones with strong spiritual strength, so it’s not easy to overwhelm that easily, which in turn makes our conversation easy.

"All the advantages with none of the weaknesses, think it through little girl. This is an opportunity worth more than some scrutiny from your superiors." The war was going on, the fact that a prince had brought with him the force of four Master level knights with him was already a topic of contention. Not to mention, he even dragged a Mystic along with him.

So even if such a Prince were to die, not much would happen to a force like theirs, the most they would get is punishment to fight on the frontline, as every life was necessary.

As for what happens after? Well, it all depends on the people.

As for the woman in front of me, after much contemplation on the end, she nodded her head. "I was already annoyed by working here." A war front was not a place a Mystic like her should be. "Lord. If possible, please don’t leave any signs."

"You don’t have to worry about it." There was no need to make a contract in this space, this whole exchange was based on goodwill, and I did my end of the deal, providing my new friend with a simple gift. "Enjoy..." Life Replacement Sutra, it’s virtually impossible to get rid of such filth unless you are from one of the famous Knight families or a high-level church official.

But it’s not like there is no way at all.

"It just decreases the corruption, never gets rid of it." The technique is just a simple sacrificial technique where the purification of the body depends on how many lives you sacrifice for it. "This is a demonic technique."

"I kept up the end of my bargain, It’s up to you to decide whether to use it or not."

At those words, she appeared a bit startled, still digesting the memories I forced into her mind, which should bring a shock of its own. "Now, move aside," I said to her, removing my restriction over my soul, which she used as a chance to leave the world of dreams.

But in the real world, she never did open her eyes, still acting like the shield on a spiritual level, she gave me a way in.

And inside I did go, finding a wide-awake boy with some expensive drugs and potions on the side. ’Ho, as I expected.’

The Blood Crow bloodline was not that weak, a few hours of rest with proper blood supplementing medicines are enough to bring a Blood Crow back to their peak condition, it’s what made them so horrible to deal with.

So why was this man here and not on the battlefield? The answer was pretty simple if one were to think about it.

"Hmm?" Being of such a bloodline was already able to notice a slight oddity in the air. The bloodline of Blood Crow is strong in its spirituality due to the need to summon creatures of blood. So it was not that odd that he felt something.

But what of it?

"Lord, staying here for too long will probably raise some questions, how about we leave, it’s the time for us to make a name for Red Wing cavalry." The bastard was not alone, inside, he was surrounded by his knights as well as servants, who took care of all his needs. Making this stay in the mayor’s mansion filled with leisure.

Though this action of his did cause some dissatisfaction among his knights, who usually won’t dare to talk back to their master, it would seem from the face of this master of theirs, that the fear they felt from him was no more.

"You bastards, it’s all your fault. You don’t think I don’t want to go out and make a name for myself? Make my mother proud? Make my brother proud?" And like the runt he was, he took out his anger on a servant, kicking him, who was just doing his work, cleaning after the previous broken glass.

Killing him in an instant.

Though none cared for the dead. Their eyes were still on their Lord, showing a hint of defiance. "He made a mockery out of me... hah, if I had known he was so strong, I wouldn’t have fought him... it’s all your fault... calling him a nerd. That bastard is a walking abomination."

Facing the overwhelming strength of Amir placed a shadow over Lucius’s heart, no matter what he did yesterday, none of his attacks seemed to even push his brother to his limit.

’Fuck... ’ He felt disgusted at his weakness, along with hatred for his half-brother who was able to score such a perfect pawn like Amir under his wing. "All of you are stupid... if I had taken him under me, it would be me laughing now..."

Mockery, that was what became of him after the battle.

He was well aware that none of the five bastards that he pushed under his thumb bothered to visit him during his treatment. None even dared to get close to him, which showed that the empire among the nobles that he had built was crumbling.

"Master, that was not our fault, the opponent just hid too much." And the Knights, who would usually just shut up and suffer from the beatings spoke up again.

No matter the reason or what happened yesterday, they came to the border to fight for their country and not hide inside a mansion. They were not like other noble children who were thrown to the border as punishment.

"You bastards, I lost one time, and you started to show your true nature..." Lucius was not in the right state of his mind. The humiliating defeat along with the abandonment by those he considered his underlings was heavy on him. So in his anger, he made a big mistake. "Get out of here, I don’t want to see you..." With those words, Lucius got up and entered his room to take a nap.

"Hah... " And his Knights could only sigh in disappointment... while the rest of the knights and their nobles were making their name on the border, here was their leader with the bloodline of the Royal who did nothing besides wallow in his defeat.

Some knights even wished to say the term ’Pathetic’ but dared to. No matter what, their master was still of Royal descent.

*****

On the other hand, after getting back to his room, all Lucius could do was curse at his men, at his fate at his luck, but more than anything, he cursed at his half-brother Ludwig.

In his eyes, this was all a trap of Ludwig’s design. As for Amir? He was just a tool used by his brother, in his eyes, he refused to treat someone vulgar like Amir one of the Royals.

"That bastard sister of mine, sending me here while she enjoys the life in the capital... " He even cursed his direct family, while refusing to take any responsibility on his own.

’Ho, this is perfect.’ All of this also ended up giving me a perfect idea.

I got closer to him, finding the brooch over his shoulder heated up a bit, which startled the prince. But before he could do a thing, countless little rats in the city died along with the warmth of the brooch. "What is going on?" And no matter how stupid and arrogant he was, he knew that something was odd, something dirty tried to approach him just now.

"These bastards." Thinking that his Royal brooch which all Blood Crow members possess had dealt with the issue, he cursed and walked toward the door to inform others of his experience.

But before he could reach the door, he suddenly fell on the floor.

"?" Confused, he appeared before finding a figure walking in front of him.

The figure of Ludwig. "No brother no, I can’t have you die so easily... suffer what I had suffered."

"Ludwig? You bastard... what did you do to me?"

"Nothing yet brother, but soon I will do something... I will kill you."