The God of Jesters
Chapter 540 - 8.12.3 Real identity.

Chapter 540: 8.12.3 Real identity.

Remira let Sheva leave; there was no way around it. Even though injured and retaining a little bit of her strength, taking out someone like Sheva would still take time. This much she could assess depending on the danger she felt from Sheva.

Which made it easier for Remira to choose, focus on the powerful curse causing havoc at the back as for Sheva? Her smell can be followed up later.

There were few things that could be hidden from her nose, and as long as Sheva remained in this city, eventually, she would leave a trace that Remira could track. And it was then that she would get her answers, including what happened to the woman that saved her.

So she rushed, arriving at the place which turned her mute for a second.

"Don’t do it, fight it off." She saw a bizarre scene, like some mortals, some Knights that retained sanity were holding their companions before they could harm each other. However, due to limited numbers, there were still casualties that would turn any organization blue.

Only five survivors left of the seven that followed Sheva. Among them, two retained part of their sanity while trying to hold three of their companions before they did something drastic.

"What is going on?" Sheva wondered, looking around the scene before one of the Knights of Deception shouted, "Radiant Knight, help us hold our companions back; we are slipping." Although the Radiant Knights were hated by many religions, their hate mostly amounted to annoyance and some level of incompatibility born on the operating principles of these organizations—nothing more.

One can even say, that the Radiant Knights were one of the Neutral parties that existed in the world, people that never cared about politics and focused on their job of eradicating the curses. And the Knights that have been able to maintain their sanity, it was easier for them to feel the curse energy covering their body. And if not for being Grand Knights most might have fell by now.

The only ones that did get affected by the curse, were the most injured and tired of the bunch, holding no actual defense against the sudden attack, which also included their Captain Bright Leaf, who was the first they took down after noticing the oddity, though it took them some effort.

And now they held him down, preventing him from killing himself.

Remira on the other hand didn’t delay the matters much, rushing towards them her hand flared up in white flames that covered the area, expunging the curse in the environment and giving the Knights a level of relief.

However, those already affected by the Curse won’t be healed so easily. Even using her flames of Devotion had a chance of her flames devouring more than just the curse of Knights. "I thank the Radiant Knight..." A woman spoke, using a rebar from a broken building to bind her companion while she had made sure that their joints had been broken.

"Just what is going on here?" This was much different than the Bizarre blood curse that covered the city as well as those mosquitoes. It was something else, a new curse at play by some third party.

Of course, the smell in the air spoke of a somewhat different story, as Remira felt that this smell was something she had smelled before, just like last time. ’This feeling?’ She had looked around the area before, there was nothing here besides the Knights who tried to kill themselves.

A scene that would have been very familiar to her. It’s not the first time she has come across some power. Though the first time she did, she was not very human, but an abomination born out of a mixture of two bloodlines, incapable of thought. Limiting her memory.

At that time, the victim of this curse was none other than Farhad’s father Varkus Maisel. Though it was treated more like an uncontrollable took that was thrown over Varkus’s body. Making the current situation much more confusing as there was a hint of unnaturalness in the way that the curse energy flowed in the air.

Meaning there was someone controlling it, obviously, the one carrying that familiar scent. But who is it? Remira wondered.

And the Knight who went by the name Jenna answered without hiding a thing in the simplest words possible. "We were pursuing the killer of our grand priestess before a bizarre man attacked us with blood abilities... we originally thought he was protecting our target so we faced him with all our might. But before the situation can escalate to a greater level, Our target ended up killing this man on her own, before running away." The woman explained the situation clearly while taking some time to rest and get her thoughts together.

The situation was far direr than anyone could imagine. The losses on their end had finally dragged these knights mired in vengeance, back to reality. Which made it easier for the surviving two to reevaluate their options.

In their eyes, Sheva or in their eyes, pea of the Golden Chains had long left their sight, it would be harder to track her. As for the weird man that cast such a potent curse? She didn’t know if he was dead or not, nor did she recall how this man looked, sounded, or if he was a man at all.

The most she recalled was a figure who died fighting, and now his curse had pushed them to their limits. If she stays here along with her friends, the losses might just keep increasing, something she can’t afford. So she directly requested help from Remira, in exchange for protection until she reached her temple, Remira would be rewarded generously.

Which of course was refused by Remira without a single issue. "I have a protection ward that can protect you from the curse for a while... take it and reach safety, I will deal with this curse user on my own."

Hearing the words blood ability user and curse, although the Knight of Deception didn’t notice the oddity, Remira did. She had reason to believe this accursed blood flower disease was spread by this individual. Meaning she had to ensure his end in order to save this district.

But for that to happen, she had to learn where he was hiding.

*****

It was a kind dream.

A small village with a big family with a bright-eyed boy who was virtually everyone in his family.

In the days he did something bad and got reprimanded by his mother, the boy would always run to the closest Banyan tree where his grandfather stayed and complain to him about it.

Truly a simple kind life, a life that anyone would be envious of.

A peace that came to an end when a bunch of monsters arrived. Covered in darkness and carrying with them all kinds of weapons, they raided the village, killing everyone on sight. With the biggest of the monsters capable of summoning fireballs in the sky and even turning the whole field of reeds into a sea of fire.

That monster that beast alone was the one to face his father as well as his other uncles, all of whom were burned to death in front of his fire. And when it came his turn, it was the old grandfather that came to the rescue.

But nothing changed, his grandfather fell as well.

"None of it is mine." Spoke Rosso, waking up from the dream while looking at the devastation as well as the monster that brought this devastation to his home.

"You speak of such words, do you recall the old you?" Then came another voice, followed by a faint figure that appeared human but for some reason, it didn’t feel human, Rosso couldn’t pinpoint where the oddity occurred as in focus everything matched that of a normal person, but when looking at the whole silhouette, it was definitely not human.

"Part of it, my creator did speak of such words. I will recover the memories in due time. But before I could, something new appeared, this alien memory that is not mine."Rosso spoke, walking toward the dead burning corpse of what once used to be his family. "And if it’s not mine, and you remain here as the only other entity I could speak to... is this yours?" A simple conclusion to come to. And partly Rosso was correct as the faint figure suddenly smiled in response.

"Correct... this is a memory of my past. Did you know, I only survived that night because my Grandfather begged this monster to spare my life?... he never actually fought heroically like my father or my uncles. This memory you see here, is just something I wish happened, but it’s not the complete truth." The figure spoke before coming to pause. "Of course, after that night, I barely lived. Moving from place to place like a dead corpse until joining a place that would show me salvation." The figure spoke in kind.

"Jester’s Church?"

"Not your creator’s, he did provide the curse that was housed in my body. But I was never part of his group. We just had a certain understanding." The figure reminisces the past for a bit, recalling the little interaction he had with Rosso’s creator.

"You were not part of Church?" Rosso wondered, before asking. "Why are you in my body? A remnant psyche born out of memories of who you used to be, or are you here in your true soul form?"

"Such questions, I have no answer to those. But if you are wondering why I exist here, then It’s to give you access to my blood, my talent in curses."