The God of Jesters
Chapter 628 - 9.17.1 How to kill him?

Chapter 628: 9.17.1 How to kill him?

Being young and ignorant is never a crime. But the harm the combination of the two can do is not something to gawk at.

Remira in her guilt at the moment might take some wrong steps. She might do things that are not right due to her own personal morals. And Alabasta would have allowed her to make such mistakes as he had countless times in history before. But there are mistakes that can be ignored as well as learned from, and then there are those whose consequences are not so hard to ignore.

In Alabasta’s eyes, Farhad’s existence is so dangerous.

’The Wraith is charismatic.’ His interactions with the wraith had been minuscule. After years of pursuing that monster that kept growing right in front of his eyes, Alabasta knows the odd habit of Jester always finding some help from the side. There are always people out there willing to follow him, learn from him, and serve him with their lives on the line.

Some great people had fallen for this odd charm of his, most of whom did fall under his burning blade, but it went to show how much impact the wraith was capable of having on a person’s psyche.

So what of Jester’s creation itself? This boy named Farhad Maisel?

The answer was obvious from the very fact this Farhad came to rescue Jester.

"I should say this beforehand, but once Farhad dies, the flames will be returned to us, you can bring his body back if you wish for it," Alabasta spoke showing the Priestess of cold corpses a deep look.

Although the flames of Samadhi were the creation of the First Knight, and even if the details were obfuscated to the majority of the world, Alabasta knew that the Church of Red Sun had someone to do with its birth, as for what? He didn’t know nor did the Priestess that stood in front of him.

It didn’t mean that the desire the Church of Red Sun held for these flames was a hidden matter. There were even rumors among historians that there was a connection between the flames of Samadhi and the Flames of Purification that the Church of Red Sun uses.

But it would seem the priestess was not even thinking about it. "I hold no interest in it. All I wish to do is prevent a great evil from being born, nothing else." She spoke cleaning her hands of this matter altogether.

The flames of Samadhi might appear simple on paper, but its origin is far from what one might expect. And if the situations were different, then she might have attempted to take it from Alabasta, but for now, it’s better to not make an enemy out of his man, for she had heard his tales before.

’The Red Flame Inquisitor, the Knight without lies." There were many names given to this man due to his unique flames and talents, though all of them pointed to one thing. ’Never lie in front of him.’

"It’s good that we came to this understanding." Alabasta nodded, before removing forward with the priestess in tow.

"Little guy, it would be hard to deal with your teacher, isn’t it?" She looked to the boy who might not have been introduced to her by Alabasta as of yet, and even if he did, she forgot. But from the interaction between the two and how paranoid Alabasta is, one can imagine that this boy is his disciple.

"No please, his eccentricities might be hard to handle sometimes, but he never means any harm," Vance replied, defending his teacher, who truth be told had become far more energetic than before since the rejuvenation when he entered the ranks of legends.

And these words really made her reconsider her evaluation of both the teacher and student somewhat. ’Both are crazy then... this might have suppressed his craziness, but I bet he is the same as his teacher.’ She never believed that Alabasta would ever have a normal student by his side. And she didn’t believe one bit that Vance was who he showed himself as on the surface.

Unless someone is actually insane, no one would speak such kind words for Alabasta ever in their life.

That’s how horrible of a person he is.

’Now that horrible person is on my side...’ Though this alliance might only be considered a temporary one, considering what she had in mind.

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It didn’t take long before Remira somewhat adapted to this new place. Well, not like there was much to adapt to, considering she was surrounded by the things that were heavy on her soul.

Funnily enough, as it turns out, the safest place for her to be was to act as a houseplant in the ditch that was made on her arrival.

Fate can be funny like this sometimes.

But Remira didn’t feel embarrassed by it, she knew her limits, she was not like Jasper, her spirituality might be strong for someone in her realm, but she still couldn’t compare to the true Spiritualist like Jasper or Malidi.

It’s not something you can train, one has to be born with a strong soul to even hope to walk such a path. No amount of techniques, bloodline, or even heavenly endowment from gods can help you with this.

Being a Spiritualist is the path that requires the highest talents. Even then, most spiritualists don’t even possess any self-defense measures and hence are always required to be guarded by someone. Which Remira did in her time with magistar Maxim, sadly those days won’t come again.

So she stayed in her place, letting her mind run, thinking of scenarios she experienced as well as the past. And not long before, she even recalled what she had to do.

But in between of such thoughts in her small hole, a sound came to her. A sound that felt familiar. "Huh?" She looked toward the source of the sound. There he was, Malidi still sitting on the table, though there was no book in front of him.

"What?" She wondered for a bit, before standing up from her meditation and looking toward Malidi and the source of the sound that turned out to be the table.

"Awake now are we?... Come, it’s my break time, come... enjoy this." Malidi spoke his broken language while drinking what appeared to be tea of some sort. However, that was not the most interesting part of it all.

As Remira came closer, she saw the faces she had seen not too long ago. There he was Farhad in the lead followed by a young man that Remira found hateable, and then the Dwarves not too far from them. "You can look into the scenarios through this?" Remira asked, looking at Malidi.

"Fascinating. The true owner must have loved watching her kids play in this." Malidi spoke with some fascination, though Remira was not happy with the facts about the original creator. She even forgot the fact that Malidi mentioned "her", a specific gender as if he knew what this place was.

For her mind had been occupied by the scenes in the table. "The rat... the rat in their hand." She spoke, looking at the rat that was on Rosso’s shoulder.

"A vestige of an old friend... sadly dying. Even if the fake self was sourced from the past self, the weakening and death will continue. New memories of the fake even cause chaos with the true self..." Malidi’s words didn’t make sense one bit, besides him agreeing that this was who she thought it was and that it was dying.

’Dying on his own?’ Wasn’t it good news? She wondered.

But then again, Jester did ask for Malidi’s rescue for a reason. What if that reason was him dying? So wouldn’t Malidi being stuck here for a bit longer be good?

These were the thoughts that came to her mind, finding an easy way out where she even thought of Killing Malidi. God knows how much damage this old scholar had done to the world due to his curiosity. If not for him, there is a high chance that Jester wouldn’t have turned into the monster he is today.

Before Remira shook her bad thoughts away. ’I am falling back to old habits.’ She said, looking at the old guy who seemed to have changed the scene, bringing forward the face of Alabasta as well as Vance. But Remira had seen all she wanted here, instead seeing how this might be a tea break for this old man, with some apprehension, she thought for a bit before asking. "Professor, can you tell me how to kill Jester?"

These words were simple and direct, there was no reasoning given on her end, nor any tone of pleading. She asked this question as a student would ask their teacher, which did earn some interest on Malidi’s end, who looked at her and said. "Nightmares can’t be harmed through mortal means... You can’t do it, no one can in this age of ignorance."

"And you shouldn’t look for a way... the night died fighting the beasts of the mind, you shouldn’t touch one of its spawn."