The God of Jesters
Chapter 535 - 8.11.3 Alive?

Chapter 535: 8.11.3 Alive?

The reality of the situation was far from what Remira might have expected.

In Dearma’s grasp, it was harder for Rosso to move at all, but being a being of soul, it wasn’t that hard for him to escape, the gateways, as in the sleeping people were all around the city, with little bit of focus, he can enter their dreams, just like his creator used to do. But Rosso didn’t intend to do it, seeing that the annoying Knight that had caused countless trouble to his Creator had fallen, incapable of fighting back at all. He smiled before looking toward Dearma.

"I wonder why you haven’t killed me yet?" Rosso asked, curious about the endgame of this wonderful Legendary being that had all the capability to take him down, but he didn’t.

There should be something, as from the start, Rosso never actually felt any threat from this man, more like, this man was welcoming him from a distance. And Rosso had chosen to take this man on the offer. "The same reason why you came to me on your own. You... you hate that family, don’t you?"

A curious sentence, which might mean something to this Legendary being, but Rosso remained ignorant of what family he was speaking of, and in his spiritual self, it was harder to notice the expressions that Rosso was making. "Then I believe our enemy is the same." But he still lied even in his ignorance.

The tone of a person says enough of what they think about a certain subject. A simple "Thank you" in different tones can either to taken genuinely with sarcasm, or out of pure hatred. The tone brings life to words, and from what Rosso understood, there was hatred for this family in this man’s eyes.

It’s why Rosso gave such a vague answer, never expounding on his end who they were speaking about. "Then it’s good, wonderful even." And Dearma fell for it, he let Rosso go before saying. "Bound by the laws, I am to capture you, but I believe they are not after your soul, so unless you are to give me the location of your body, your soul holds no value for me." Dearma used a simple bug in his contract and let Rosso’s soul go.

Which let Rosso understand who he was speaking of.

As there was only one organization in the whole Brihma continent that could impose Contractual laws on a Legendary being, and it was none other than the Royals of Cynark, the Bloodcrows. ’He was speaking of royal?’

The man whose name Rosso didn’t know about had his own story to tell, and from the looks of it, this story had obvious villains, which were none other than the Royals.

"I appreciate you letting me go." Rosso bowed to show some respect before intending to leave, but before he could, there were a few more words from Dearma. "Those three at the center might not move, but someone else just might... Wortham is here. So little one, beware of him." Dearma warned, before resuming his job of looking for the body of Rosso, leaving Rosso for much to think about.

There is a difference between a legendary being and Duke Wortham.

One is a mortal compared to Wortham, the monster. Unlike the three at the center who would never move as they had to protect the center of Rudrain all the time, the same is not true for Wortham, who should not be here.

’This is troublesome.’ Even his creator had spoken a lot about Duke Wortham. A monster in the truest sense.

And the most bizarre part about Duke Wortham is not his absurd strength, it’s how he still remains a Legendary being while possessing strength Rivaling totems.

’He can end me at once... so why hasn’t he moved?’ Rosso thought, before finding a sleeping body and then using the dreamworld as a highway to reach his true body.

Leaving no trace of his movements in reality even for those who could sense him through the cover of his eye of Melancholy and protection from the Curse of Isolation. Which grew at a rapid pace at this very moment.

This small meeting lasted for only a minute at most, while there were already some odd movements in the skies of South District as some figures in white cloths appeared wearing Vulture armor on their body, covered with feathers.

"The devastation, the General was right."

"Still late, we were late."

"And compared to our delayed response, the smell in the air is clearer than I would have expected. The spread is not as strong."

"Good, it’s not infectious from the looks of it... the earlier reports were correct." The man sighed, seeing the situation hadn’t devolved into chaos as he had feared before.

This odd disease, this blood flower disease, was odd in the eyes of the Plague Knights. With the little time they had with the samples, they were only able to ascertain a few things at most, with the most important of them being infectious, leaving them still in the dark.

This leaves them with incomplete information and makes them worry about how severe the damage can be if this curse breaks out in the community.

But The fears were unfounded it seemed.

The smell of blood in the air was not so pronounced."

"Remember our orders, we are to deal with the issue cleanly without ever trying to analyze what’s in the blood, don’t."

"For now, we are to move toward the Church of Liars, their safety is the priority, and the rest can be handled later."

"Yes." They were having such thoughts before their eyes fell on something odd down below. "A few odd ones, undead? Are they living and or controlled by puppetry?" They spoke with intrigue before noticing that this beast suddenly disappeared out of their sight. "Don’t go down, I feel that the ground is not safe." The leader of the group spoke. Who was the only Grandmaster, while the rest two were at Master rank, and were here to protect the other two individuals that came with them.

Titled the Plague Doctors, they were the Mystics of the Plague Church and great healers.

As for the capability of flight, even while never reaching the ranks of Grand Master, it was simply become of their bloodline.

Their primary totem is that of a Vulture, the corpse-eating bird, whose essence flows through the bodies of the majority of Plague Knights.

"Move, don’t step on the ground unless we come across a Knight’s group."

They flew through the air under the curious eyes of Dearma, who did notice some oddity with one of the Plague Doctors, but he didn’t speak much.

*****

With Sheva’s escape, the remaining ones in the church went completely ballistic, and ignoring the weaker nobles who didn’t dare go out when the disaster first struck, they followed her out, coming across the kind of carnage that caused them to pause for a bit.

Of course, the focus was never on them. "You bastard... your friend might have escaped, but you will die here today." There were some who ignored Sheva, focusing their entirety on Heroth, the old man whose eyes would shine from time to time but be suppressed again and again.

"Save her? Destroy us? You old thing dares to go against the church? Here, in this court, everyone is equal." The Knight was not a fool, he knew this old guy was strong, strong enough to suppress a Legendary being in an instant, or so they had heard before.

But so what? This court suppresses all those who are evil.

Of course, the knight won’t speak about how Sheva had been able to ignore the suppression or how she did it. But she might be the only exception, this old man, he was obviously under the effect of the Curse.

"Amzad, back off. Don’t forget our goal here." And then came an almost unexpected voice, that shook the body of the Knight named Amzad, as well as most of the nobles, who found a pale-faced woman with blood covered her face slowly walked over with some Knights and Priests on her back.

"Grand Priestess." Amzad Bowed before backing off with a relieved expression on his face.

Of course, this left Heroth to also confirm whether what he heard from the Knight’s words was true or not. And to his surprise, it was. "This...haaaa... haaaaa.... I. This is like those worms that don’t die easily.’ Upon seeing her face, something did break in Heroth’s head at this moment.

"Crude words for someone in your situation." She spoke, finding Heroth’s words a bit vulgar for her ears.

But why should he care, a part of his vein had already burst in frustration."Says the woman that died not too long ago..."

"That indeed was an unexpected attack. Never in years, I would have expected such a powerful pistol to exist among the Red Suns... though, during the time I was dead, something that I didn’t understand before finally made sense."

"She is not from the Church is she?" With how advanced that gun was, usually one would think of Pulgasiri. But in recent decades, a country had come with an entirely odd direction of progress, bringing with it odd kinds of weapons.

Weapons whose strength exceeded the conventional means.

"You might never get an answer to that, you all are dead anyways... including all these coward bastards." Heroth cursed more and more, looking around at the nobles who betrayed him in the hearing not too long ago.