The God of Jesters
Chapter 464 - 7.20.1 A little request.

Chapter 464: 7.20.1 A little request.

"You and I are both aware of his reach, true nature and the danger he poses to you." Lord Emotion spoke to his partner, a beautiful woman who also went by the name of Storm Lord or the Master of the Tower of Storms, the true leader of Yethel and mother to Selene, the daughter of Yethel.

This was Orvillia, who fell into deep contemplation after hearing the words of Lord emotion. "He is still somewhat useful, I don’t wish to break off so early you won’t know what he has planned in his mind... I don’t wish to become one of his victims by looking down on him." Orvillia held deep contempt for Jester.

The being appeared innocent and goal-oriented on the surface, but she understood his nature, she understood the kind of person he was, so she had never believed one bit that he was not somewhat responsible for her husband’s death.

Yethel did many great things, but if he had one weakness, it was his dependence on Jester. He treated him like a father, a friend who would never betray him. But what did it all lead to?

People thinking Yethel convened with the dark forces hunted him down, killing him and leaving only a sorry in their wake. A disaster that wouldn’t have happened if he never existed at all, to begin with.

But was she sure of his involvement? No, that would be a lie to say, she only had a level of suspicions but no concrete proof to act on them.

"I never wish to harm him, he is too good to get rid of. But too volatile to depend on as well." As Lord Emotion reached such words, the eyes of Orvillia turned. "Lord wishes to put a leash on him?"

"He had ascended to the level of Totems, isn’t he? And considering most of my old servants are sleeping per se, I require someone to do my bidding in distant lands... being restricted to this place is not good for my mood." The part about being restricted, Orvillia didn’t ask what it was about, though it did make her a tad bit curious.

"Leashing him up will only cause him to hide his true intentions if the Lord succeeds that is. And I don’t see for someone as slippery as him to be captured so easily." Orvillia had tried this a lot before with zero success. The Individual they were talking about had no core form, he could abandon parts of his soul as easily as shedding skin.

He doesn’t even mind losing a core part of himself or even his memories. Because he can always replace lost parts with the nightmare he had consumed all this while. Which was the reason why it was so hard to pinpoint what he was till now.

"There is no need for you to worry little girl. Things are already in motion as we speak, and it won’t be long before we see some result." At the mention of such words, Orvillia’s eyes turned a bit dark, causing the temperature of the room to drop by some degree. "I hope you are joking Lord."

"Ho, this emotion of yours is a bit unexpected, I had considered a sense of betrayal at most. But never this level of anger." Lord Emotion spoke with interest, surprised at Orvillia’s sudden change.

"He is still one of my prized subjects, it would be a lie to say that I don’t find your action a bit offensive." Orvillia didn’t like Jester, but it didn’t mean she considered him incompetent in any case.

No, it would be apt to say Jester was a bit too competent for his own good, but he did make Yethel a powerful player on the international level.

Without him, they would still be defenseless as before, surviving only by sacrificing the lives of their soldiers. And the countless damage he had caused to the country of Cynark from the dark, one can’t imagine it.

There is a reason why Cynark could never push forward into the lands of Yethel’s last war. "I never said that I will steal him, I am saying that I will put a leash on him. Because you never know."

Orvillia didn’t know if she should believe this weird god, who appeared more like a slippery thug in her eyes.

It might just be the vessel that was the cause of it all. A vessel that was very much in control while the God of Emotions’ true will was still sleeping.

But no matter what the reason was, this being called Lord Emotion still held immense power and was the only thing that could rival the sleeping demigods as well as the gods of the Cynark Empire.

So he was needed, no matter what happens.

"This was never about any negotiations, the Lord just came here to inform me of his will." Orvillia also understood that she had no say in this. Nor could she defend Jester in any way or form. "Don’t treat me like a bully, I am doing all of this for your own good. For the goodness of the people of this land of yours."

*****

At the end of the discussion, the body of Lord Emotion disappeared from Orvillia’s seat and appeared in the house of Kairut, who still maintained his identity as a professor of Krogal’s old school.

"Lord, I believe the meeting went fine?"

"Better than I had expected, she is not that much of a fool as I had expected her to be." Lord Emotion laughed, enjoying the little fish curry on his table.

"Lord means to say, Lady Orvillia has long been aware of Jester’s plans?"

"Not one bit, she is ignorant as an owl, too many responsibilities make a person blind to the reality that might be in front of them. They are too busy and lost in their own world to notice things that don’t concern them."

"And he took advantage of this, taking over the whole intelligence network, putting eyes all over the place, putting his men right beside her."

"Ho, it’s still funny considering that the little girl still believes she has any control in this country." Lord Emotion was really fascinated by this present as well as the existence of Jester who always appeared like a sniveling rat to others, but he understood his true nature the day he had set foot in Yethel.

"All the information the girl gets is filtered by him, in a way, one can say that he had controlled all the information that reaches the little girl, letting her think she is in control, but the truth is far from him, she just does what he wants, but she doesn’t know it yet."

At the mention of such words, Kairut sweated a bit, he knows this feeling very well, how Jester controls people’s lives without them ever knowing.

And in this specific case, someone of Orvillia’s stature was not safe from this. "Scared are we?" Lord Emotion asked Kairut, who nodded a bit in agreement. "That little wraith is way scarier than anyone ever thinks."

"So many lies interconnected to weave a perfect scene for himself. He even fooled me..." Lord Emotion smiled, thinking of this new friend of his. "Which is why I love this little rat... I always wondered if I had him during the good old days, my true self wouldn’t have fallen to such a low level."

A hint of hatred appeared on Lord Emotion’s face, which he soon brought under control. An anger that confused Kairut on the side, but as a proper Butler, he never asked what this anger was about, he just maintained some boundaries.

"Then I hope for the Lord’s success." Kairut bowed to Lord’s emotion, recalling the little request he had made to Jester.

A request which really seemed odd and hard to accomplish. But his Lord had asked him to make this request to Jester. As for why, he didn’t know.

Nor did he care if his family’s legacy, Lucien’s Abode was used as a sacrifice to achieve it. He just did as asked and was properly gifted for it.

Like his current strength, which was close to reaching the realm of legends.

And mind you, there were no legends in the country of Yethel at all. So if he becomes one, he will be the first of his kind on this land.

Making him know that his choices from before were never wrong.

*****

"Just what happened here?" Currently naked after the grueling battle and barely surviving after his head decapitation, Farhad found himself in a crater with countless burning bodies of ghouls around him.

"??" It took him more than a day to crawl himself out. And with no protection from his clothes, he easily sizzled under the sun.

But he never cared about it at the moment. "There are humans mixed in." With the amount of flesh it had consumed till now, Farhad knew that a disaster had happened while he was busy crawling out of the tunnel.

"Fuck!" It was unlike him to curse like this, but he still did know that part of the responsibility for this disaster fell on him. "War, its war... They would eventually die anyway... Don’t let it affect my mind." He spoke to himself before his burning skin turned dark then secreted a white substance that changed the pigment of his skin back to normal.

It’s a mixture of abilities he copied from the ghouls, making him immune to the sun while still appearing like a human.

"Clothes." He searched around, and after a bit of struggle, he was to piece together a couple of pieces of clothware from the different corpses he found. "I... I should keep moving."