The God of Jesters
Chapter 545 - 8.13.4 Mistakes were made.

Chapter 545: 8.13.4 Mistakes were made.

Certain death, that’s what Rosso felt at this moment. And it’s not a death where his soul might escape from.

This man, this thing that lived inside Heroth, was much different than Rosso had anticipated, somewhat unpredictable in how he did things. It was even more surprising that this thing had been aware of what happened to Heroth after his little stunt during the last visit to his shop.

Sadly, if Rosso had the same skills as Jester, he might have learned what Heroth warned Sheva about and why she was focused on escaping from the area. Sadly, Rosso was not Jester; he couldn’t move his mind all over the city at once, even during his out-of-body experience.

Even the current false face he carried didn’t help. Till now, he had thought his new face and aura might fool people, but it would seem all of that was redundant. This beast, this monster likes to play with his food, giving them hope before killing them.

’How?’ Rosso had wondered over how to manage this situation, and then he recalled a certain point.

Letting Remira’s body fall to the ground, he stood still and looked at the man, this Dragon with confidence, before saying. "I am looking For Riktor Malidi, It’s why I came here." These words were simple and slow, and any wrong move would mean Rosso’s death.

But at this moment, he had no way out kind of game would work considering his identity was out anyway, meaning that the mask had lost its usage. And with no way out of the current situation and facing an end worse than the two from before. He directly asked the question for which he came to this city.

Where was Malidi and how to find him?

"Malidi? Are you one of his?" And hearing the name Malidi, this Dragon fella seemed to have some weight in his voice, while he asked this question. Though this didn’t mean that the bloodlust from before had disappeared, it still remained there, only slightly suppressed.

"I am one of the Dream Wraith’s people," Rosso spoke, taking a sigh of relief at the fact that this Dragon at least understood what or who he was speaking about. And if that was the case, then that would mean a dialog was possible.

And it would seem that Rosso was spot on, after explaining his identity, the pressure on his body disappeared along with the floating Aura Arms that were ready to rip him apart. "Should have said it earlier." Dragon laughed, patting Rosso’s shoulders as he spoke. "Let’s leave for now, this place is too gloomy to my liking, and others are approaching which will cause me more annoyance."

Rosso didn’t know what he said that caused such a change, nor did he expect such a direct 180 of emotions in the face of Dragon. However he was happy with such a change as it meant his survival,

A term that he wouldn’t have considered before, but after learning some truth about himself as well as the other suicidal guy inside of him. Rosso came to learn how much he might have been influenced by that destitute soul that wished for death most of his life. ’Though that doesn’t seem to be the case.’

Rosso didn’t struggle over what happened next, he felt his body accelerate at a pace that caused the friction with the air causing severe injuries, but he didn’t cry about it at all.

Such a speed that even a Grand Master Knight’s body can’t handle was something to behold, but he also had a higher healing factor due to his bloodline abilities, making these injuries that he could heal with some effort. Hence, the lack of pain or panic on his face.

As long as he can retain this body, nothing else would matter.

******

The two monsters leave the scene, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake due to Dragon’s momentum, in which Remira was caught, causing her to fly in the air and become part of the rubble that caused more destruction. Through which she had been awake the whole time, but too weak to respond as her blood had stagnated in front of such powerful bloodlust.

It was humiliating and horrifying for her. The longer she lives and the more she experiences, the more she comes to understand how powerless she is in this world. ’That monster.’ The face that Dragon wore, she knew him.

The pathetic man cowered in the city, seeking peace from Radiant Knight’s pursuit. He was the only lead towards Malidi.

She had thought of him as powerless. A man who used tricks up his sleeves to escape from his pursuers, instead of someone who used direct force.

And now, that very same man turned into a monster. The strongest monster she had ever seen in her life.

’I had been a fool.’ She recalled Heroth’s face, his fears, his frustrations over her actions. He truly just sought peace, a fact that she knew full well since long ago. But due to the circumstances that were partly in her control, she forced her way into things she shouldn’t have touched.

Awakened something that shouldn’t be awakened.

And now, stuck in the rubble with some other corpses of mortals by her side, the reality set in further. ’This happened again.’ Her mind started to struggle again, she recalled the past, the accident in Durum, and how her actions brought further misery.

Though at that time, she had deluded herself into believing Jester was speaking a lie to cause her mental anguish.

But then, a similar scene was repeated once again in Yethel, where her actions only brought further misery.

’Is this really the correct path?’ Finding herself under so much rubble and corpses, Remira couldn’t help but wonder if she was the bringer of misfortune. Whether she had been dragging others to their death with her obsession.

’I...’ She really didn’t know what to do at this point. She didn’t know how to fix this.

She didn’t know if she could ever hope to atone for all of this.

"I..." In anguish, she lost her consciousness as she was unable to face the reality in front of her.

She finally had a realization, that her actions have consequences, and not good ones.

******

Sheva on the other hand easily made her escape. There was no reason for her to make such a choice. With her goal accomplished and further damages caused by Rosso, who she hopes hasn’t fallen during the battle. Though considering what she witnessed at the end before her departure, he might not have died.

This might not be good news for her as well, considering she had harmed him, putting his life at risk after her powers attacked Rosso.

But escape was necessary on her end, and Rosso was not even the reason why she made such a choice.

The monsters that were fighting above, although far from the ground, both them carried immense resentment and dark Karma that far exceeded the ones that Rosso or anyone she had in her life held.

And if they were to come close to her even one bit, her powers might go berserk once more.

Then there was Heroth’s warning, he had straight up said that the guy inside hates her. And with that guy now outside, it wouldn’t be long before she faced death if she remained in the city.

Though if ignoring the mass casualties among the commoners where their home was used as a battleground, there were no losses among Team Two. She had long asked most of her team to leave the District after Rosso’s warning. Which seemed to have been an accidental good decision on her end, even if Rosso’s didn’t end up going full mass murderer.

The ones he mostly harmed were Knights.

Which again reminded her of Rosso, or what the boy she saw half a decade ago became. ’That face... is it the one I gave him? Or the fact that he had with him since the start?’

*****

The rescue efforts have begun and the Plague Knights ignoring the weird undead that were born out of this disease, they focused their entire efforts on dealing with the disease itself, by cordoning off the areas with the infected, while they looked for the cure for the disease.

"Its lethality is going down, along with its infection... just like last time. A burst in spread at the beginning before the infectious nature of it dies down.’ One of the Plague Doctors spoke to his assistant, who kept taking notes with her face hidden with a bird mask.

What happened in the city had shaken most people, or at least those that remained.

The early estimates of deaths have far exceeded Durum. Reaching the death of hundreds of thousands.

Most of them do not die from the disease itself but from the aftermath of the fighting between monstrous individuals.

But for propaganda, certain things were hidden and virtually all the deaths were blamed on the disease as well as the Terrorists that brought this disease on to them.

Though none of this was of concern to the Plague Doctor’s assistant, she noted down what she saw, before disappearing from the city a week later.

"The little boy had done some wondrous things." Spoke to Gazelle, taking off her mask and exposing her fresh and kind face.

"He ought to be capable of at least that much, otherwise all the effort of Jester’s would have gone to waste." Spoke Scart, his hands itching like usual while rubbing the report on the table.

"That is besides, his capability was never in question, what was in question was his loyalty to Jester, and this is the proof we needed." Gazelle chimed in. Stopping the direction of the conversation from going off-topic.