The God of Jesters
Chapter 554 - 9.01:1 Finally my old body.

Chapter 554: 9.01:1 Finally my old body.

With the country at war once again and losses increasing without end, Amir was forced to leave Cynark, not by his own will but by his grandfather, who had ordered him to do a particular job that only he had the right to do.

The man he tracked was a distant cousin of his, a monster with corrupted blood capable of immense evil. Due to the relationship between the bloodlines, the Royals can’t just send anyone. This matter concerned their blood, something only they had the right to handle; otherwise, who knows what others might use that blood for?

Because one shouldn’t forget what happened in the past, what this blood or the legacy it carries is capable of.

A legacy that sounded absurdly evil to some extent, but such evil was born out of the mistakes of the Royal family. Although Amir felt sad for the events that led to the creation of this bloodline and, in turn, Duke Wortham, in the present day, this blood is nothing more than evil incarnate, capable of much harm.

"Sir, are you sure about this?... Bringing such armor, we might just stand out." Hemant spoke, asking with some worry.

Currently, on a ship, they drove toward the distant horizon carrying with them a small armada of Mages as well as Knights, who each had their respective armor.

In the past, these armors were once called the Mage armors, but since the creation of armors made for Knights, as well as some soldier-grade armors, their name had to change, and the result they came up with was, Mechanized Armored Assault Suits, or MAAS in simpler terms.

And the ship they sailed on, there were a total of 10 of such armors hidden in compartments in case they found their target. However, this didn’t include the MAAS armor that Amir made for himself and Hemant, which exceeded the capabilities of mass-produced MAAS armor by miles away.

Though carrying them with him didn’t mean that Amir was going to use them, they were only for emergencies considering how these armor stood out from the rest. Which is what Amir told Hemant at such a question.

"From the reports we got, our target left with a Legendary being in tow, and there is a high chance that he survived. It would be foolish for us to track them without any level of insurance... and the one that grandpa gave me, I don’t trust him that much." Amir spoke, looking toward an old man who seemed to be enjoying the salty breeze of the ocean while only wearing small underwear.

An odd choice of clothing, but the old man said that he wanted to feel the salty wind on his skin, well the remaining skin considering this old man lacked any fleshly arms or legs.

It would have been harder for this man to stand on his own if not for the prosthetics that Amir made for him. Though it’s not like that was ever needed, considering this man was a powerful Legendary being that went by the name of Dearma.

"Sir, he might hear us."

"No, he already knows this, there is no reason to hide our dissatisfaction." Although he had met this man around a month ago. For some odd reason, Amir didn’t like Dearma that much, but it was due to his strength that he initially gave some respect to this old Legendary, since learning the amount of restriction this Legendary’s body carries, the little bit of respect in his heart disappeared.

Which was odd for Amir, considering how much he respected others and barely had the arrogance of a Royal.

But in front of this Legendary, there was a certain level of hatred in his heart that was harder to purge for some reason.

Though what Amir didn’t know, the reason was actually pretty simple and he will learn it later once the time comes. For now, though, he had his eyes on the horizon, ignoring this odd man as he looked for the target.

As for how he tracked him?

It was even easier than one might have expected.

"The legendary being dragged him to the Vercano Islands and then stopped." These were the reports that Amir had heard soon after getting the mission from his Grandfather.

Vercano islands were a somewhat forbidden area around the Northern Seas due to how hard it was to reach them.

Not for any other reason besides the active volcanos in the area which have had a very disastrous effect in the surrounding areas causing storms due to the changes in temperature.

Making it dangerous for one to venture closer to them.

It’s the very same reason that even though the land of the Vercano islands was fertile with the addition of high-quality minerals and materials, there was barely any settlement on the islands, as it would be suicidal to exist there without losing one’s life.

Of course, even with such stark conditions for survival, there were always some madmen as well as Pirates that made those islands their stronghold. Increasing the horror those islands possessed.

"Hopefully nothing bad happens."

******

On the port of a small island settlement, the sailors and soldiers on his ship went to the bar to enjoy some of their free time, while some others restocked the inventory of some food items, leaving Amir alone in his room along with Hemant.

"What are they doing on those islands?" Amir wondered.

Due to the strong movements of the Dragon, they were easier to track than one might assume. And considering the type of personality that those who survived battle with Dragon defined, he didn’t seem someone sane enough to move while hiding from the masses. He was as arrogant as he was cruel.

And as it is said, arrogance can be considered a certain kind of foolishness as well.

"For so long... is that place his home, or did they find something there?" Amir wondered, looking at the map. While Hemant on the other side remained quiet for a while, before saying. "Well, Lord Prince." Though his current identity was that of the Captain of the ship as well as A commander Rank officer from the Cynark military, leading an expedition force into the seas.

But when alone in their compartment, Hemant still went back to calling Amir with his true title.

"I was out for a bit, and I heard some interesting information on the islands," Hemant spoke, recalling some words he had recently heard from the inhabitant of this settlement. "Among the locals, the Vercano islands are considered cursed for their felled one of the Angels of God of the Kind seas. "

"The death of such a holy being brought immense sorrow to the seas, causing it to cry till the land cracked and a series of volcanos were born... which with time soon turned into the Vercano islands we know today." This story was not well known among the denizens of the mainland for one reason or another.

Though even if they did, they would only treat it as superstition, considering such kind of stories are made for actual forbidden zones that barely allow any survivor, so how could such islands that were home to pirates be considered that dangerous?

Not to mention, if such a Holy being did die, then there should be some signs there, but throughout the millennium, countless people have gone to explore the area, some of whom reaching the legendary ranks, but barely any of them found a thing in that place beside some special ores that were dragged into the surface from the heart of the earth through the volcanos.

"You will find such stories on all the islands you come across, the mortals lack the true understanding of danger, so they make up stories to make sense of the world around them." Amir pointed this simple fact out, before pausing. "And I don’t believe you understand this fact well enough... so tell me, what part of the story did you find interesting?’

Hemant paused at the scrutiny and felt a bit embarrassed. "Well Lord Prince, I just found the name of the fallen Angel a bit interesting." Hemant paused wondering how to say it, before finally speaking. "Dragon Lathvick, the Stormlord of the seas."

"Dragon?"

******

It’s been a bit of a struggle, but I changed my body a bit times, until coming across the Island I had been looking for all this while. "Finally." This was a dead Island, without any actual life besides some bird poo around the area.

Which funnily enough was harvested by humans on a regular basis for medicine making. Though at the moment, there were barely any humans here.

But I was neither for the bird poo or the Island itself.

Diving down into the body of the small fish, I soon found the item I had been looking for all this time. "Ho, hopefully it still works." there was a hole only big enough for a palm-sized fish to enter, aka me.

And I did enter, coming across a magical circle as well as a small doll kept on the side of the room.

’Ah, my old body.’ Feeling a bit nostalgic, I made the fish puke out my wooden Idol, which rolled on the floor before touching the puppet.

"It’s good to be back." Spoke the puppet, slowly lifting the idol and inserting it in the middle of its chest, making the puppet complete again after so long.

"Time to contact that old man now."