The God of Jesters
Chapter 552 - 8.14.4 Foolish anger.

Chapter 552: 8.14.4 Foolish anger.

Amir walked among the ruins of what used to be the Southern District while being surrounded by an entourage of Master ranked Knights, with a hidden Grandmaster in between.

Though it’s not like Amir needed protection, he was strong, far stronger than anyone could ever fathom. Although still in the Ranks of Master, his strength matched that of a capable Grandmaster due to his utilization of Aura alone. When his bloodline came into the equation, his strength turned him into the cream of the crop among the Grandmasters. So one can imagine what he was capable of once he ascended to that rank.

Making it virtually impossible for anyone to harm him, unless it’s someone of the Legendary rank. And it’s not like even that would trouble him. Since the incident, the security of the whole city had been brought up a level, with some of the old Legendary awakening and sitting upon the void zones without any protection, all in an attempt to quell the chaos and shut down any miscreants like the Cult of Jester.

Or the rebels that were jumping around like donkeys. Many of them did face sentencing or certain death the moment they dared to show their head. As they were mostly composed of Mortals, they were unaware of the existence of legends that had suddenly propped up all over the city.

Which Amir knew was nothing more than a facade put up to scare away any real troublesome fellows.

Of course, this had failed from what he heard, Langfurt had already started to make some movements and Amir wouldn’t be surprised that a war hadn’t already broken between Cynark and Langfurt at this moment.

As for why he was not so sure? It was to suppress any further panic among the citizens as well as Nobles who had lost trust in the Royal Family.

Whose effects Amir had seen firsthand.

Although he came here under the identity of a government official overseeing the operations. There were some bad looks thrown his way, suspicious ones from the mortals working in the rubble, dragging out some rotten corpses, as well as officers who had a hollow look in their eyes.

Amir had heard clearly what happened in this city, where the damages mainly lay. And although the world only treated it lightly, saying that some nobles died or disappeared. For the people of this place, it was the people they knew.

Their friends, their family, and sometimes their lovers.

Even the Four Auspicious Families of the Church of Truthful Deceit suffered the same level of injuries, none were spared during this whole ordeal, and to a certain level, the damage they suffered exceeded some small families on the single account that they had more transcendent in their family that ended up attracting more of those flower undead born of Flower Fiends curses.

"Hmm?" While walking in the streets, Amir came across a tall old man, overseeing the some odd bodies that had been recovered from the rubble. Though it was not his age or build that made him stand out, it was how he alone was the one without any protective clothing while being so close to the infected.

As for this old Man’s identity? It was someone that Amir knew full well, ’Grandfather?’ He wondered, finding it odd that instead of being on the border where a War might be going on, his Grandfather was in this place, overseeing the aftermath of a disaster.

Which further showed how much priority he gave to this scene.

"Grandfather?" Amir came and bowed, never speaking a single peep about his grandfather’s identity by being informal at the moment. "This is not a place where you should be," Amir spoke, looking at the odd body below him, which he had seen multiple times at this point.

He specialized in engineering and had little knowledge of biology besides the knowledge that was required for him to optimize his creations.

To him, these creatures were nothing more than an alien existence who held zero interest in researching. Though if he had to say something, he did wish to learn how they were made and if there was a way to prevent the infection from spreading.

Of course, considering he was not good at the subject, he would request the aid of an expert, while waiting for the results.

But there was nothing to worry about it at the moment, as there was his grandfather, directly overlooking the situation.

"I will say the same to you Amir. You know your identity is different than before, coming here was a mistake on your end." Deimos spoke, before looking at the area. "But now that you are here, there are some things we should talk about."

Hearing these words, Amir turned silent.

He feels that the only reason his Grandfather came to this place was to meet him, otherwise, why would Deimos the Grand General bother with this instead of focusing on protecting this country?

Something was definitely odd, and well. It was.

In a room not far from where they met, without the intrusion of a Legendary being, nor the protection of the Grandmaster’s, Deimos and Amir sat face to face, while on their side was a dissected body of an infected, whose flesh still twitched from time to time.

"It still lives?" Amir spoke, finding that twitch of the flesh a bit heavy on his head for a moment.

"Don’t look toward it, this is just a start." Explained Deimos with a heavy face before sighing and asking. "How much do you know of what transpired here?"

"Not much, the details I was given were surface level, as you can expect."

"Good, then it will be far easier." Deimos then took out a small book in his hand and pushed it to Amir. "This is our family tree, it denotes all the branches and the mutant bloodlines that have appeared in our family through the millennia."

Hearing these words, Amir’s hand shook for a bit, he didn’t touch this book, nor did he let his curiosity get the best of him. "Aren’t Lineage Records only available to the Elders?"

"What Elders? Just Two of us exist at this point, me and the Emperor, and I believe that he won’t be much of a bother to show it to a talented descendant of his." There were many secrets in the Royal family.

Secrets are not for anyone besides the head of the family, and this book was one of them.

Although appearing simple on the surface, this book, as Amir had heard was capable of keeping track of all descendants of the Bloodcrow family, including the branches and mutations among the branches.

But that’s all there was to it, it never told who was alive or where the descendants actually were, it was not so absurd. Though it still was a powerful book capable of keeping track of all descendants all at once.

"Don’t think too deeply, open the 178th page among the Branch Bloodlines," Deimos ordered his Grandson.

And Amir, though finding this whole situation a bit odd considering his Grandfather refused to explain what it was all about, did as was told and turned to the page with the name Bloodheart at the top.

"Blood heart: Mutant Bloodline, they have developed a talent to integrate filthy things into their blood through the belief of Heart encompasses it all." There was a short description of the bloodline ability followed by a small family tree. Although Amir can read the names of virtually everyone in this book, including the faint silhouette of their faces, which were enough to give you ideas on how one looked, but not clear enough to make you sure of their looks.

What he couldn’t see was the face of the creator of this branch bloodline.

"This bloodline... Grandfather, does this blood have something to do with the disaster that struck this city?" Amir was no fool, with the description he read and the infection that spread in the city with blood at the core, it was easy to see some connection. "Soros Bloodheart, the last Descendant of this family. He was considered dead till this point. But not anymore."

At the mention of the name, Amir’s eyes fell to the end of the small tree, a young figure that looked barely ten years old. "He is still a child?" Although the face was hard to make out, the figure was obviously that of a young child, though from the age of his birth, this boy should be around his middle thirties. ’Dwarfism?...’

"If alive, his current age should be thirty-seven, he is no child as we already saw what he is capable of."

At this realization, Amir turned numb for a bit. Wondering what happened, how can it be someone from the Royal family doing such a thing?

Why did this happen? Why would he do such a thing?

He wanted an answer to these questions.

He wanted the Grandfather to tell him the reason, he wanted to know why he hadn’t heard of this Branch family as of yet, and why the name and face of the creator of this Branch family were erased.

And he did get his answer. "Emilia Wortham, she was the foster sister of the Duke, a woman of commoner origins that got the chance to be blessed with our blood."