The God of Jesters
Chapter 671 - 10.05.3 The Magic duo.

Chapter 671: 10.05.3 The Magic duo.

Fooling the world through perfect recreations, was an easy feat to uphold in Malidi’s eyes, so easy that he wanted to laugh, but he was incapable of such emotion, he just smiled, feeling the Baan on his perfect recreation stuck in time, admiring it and even fearing it.

"Such a perfect game, Your Excellency, but it would seem I had broken it," Malidi spoke, somewhat happy with the result and confident that now, there was nothing that could stop him. No one in this world can ever harm him on this material plane if even the Baan didn’t work.

How wonderful is this?

While Chalice, watching this with frustration, understood his game was over. Strength-wise, he obviously exceeded his opponent, but he had no means to harm him, but his opponent did even with all these clones as a backup.

Frustrating Chalice felt. Such an annoying enemy.

At least that Arrogant Heroth was easy to deal with. All one needs to do is kill him until his strength reaches a certain level, which is when Baan is used. But from the looks of it, the true Baan would be more appropriate to be used on Malidi. But Chalice understood one fact, none of God’s children would allow him to use it for such an enemy.

Malidi was not a rabid beast like the Immortal Serpent, he was a thoughtful man who barely caused any harm outside of specific situations. There is a reason even though he had been deemed a criminal, no one ever really tried to hunt him as badly.

What most people did was disturb them, including those who claim to maintain the stability of this world.

Because even in their eyes, Malidi was comparatively harmless compared to the horrors that existed in the world and needed more attention on their end.

"You will never set foot on Cynark ever again." This was not a warning or a threat; it was a fact that Chalice just chose to speak out about.

"Stop me if you will." With those words, the fight came to a climax, there was not as much destruction as one might have assumed, because Malidi lacked any true destructive spells, while his enemy was forced into the corner after his blood spells were starting to harm him and his clones.

Such was the case when fighting an "Immortal". The natural progression of an exorcist in Malidi’s eyes.

"This is the last one." With the last clone destroyed, leaving paradise less beautiful, Malidi felt pity, feeling that the fauna and flora lost in this battle were a travesty. But he didn’t speak much after it. He protected those who needed it, which meant he protected the Nymphs that carried the little Heroth.

Or Dragon.

"I apologize for bringing such harm to your home ladies." Malidi bowed down to apologize, causing the Nymphs to just giggle, unable to speak, but they still started to float around, cleaning the blood and debris around the area.

Though they were not alone, there were other fairies like the Sylph of the wind, the Pygmy of the earth, and the Salamander of the fire that crawled out of the holes bringing forth lava with it.

Soon, the Paradise started to show its true form, turning from a simple closed land to the heaven of Elemental spirits and once their cleaning was done, all of them after doing their job bowed the little baby in one of the Nymphs’ hands.

They bowed to their king, their future, and the one that was meant to lead them to glory.

They bowed to the successor of the #*F@((#@$).

"Jester oh Jester, what are you doing here?." Spoke Malidi, looking toward the small crawl space I was hiding in. "You dared to hide a clone of yours, even under such duress?" He looked at me with some curiosity before shaking his head.

"Inability to know your limits and the hunger for entertainment will bring you doom." He spoke, looking at the little rat that crawled out of the corner. There was no desire to harm me, no frustration of being watched. All he felt at the moment was disappointment.

"Longer life is boring without some entertainment... you will come to understand this one day." I replied, and that was the end.

End of me as my body was obliterated into oblivion, which followed to my true body."Cough."

******

*Cough.

"What happened?" Wajih asked, looking at me with some worry.

Currently in the form of a young boy with bandaged hands which was slowly burning under the fires of the Red Sun. I coughed some blood due to an entirely different reason.

"I am injured, it’s getting worse, nothing more," I replied, letting this father of mine understand that there was nothing odd going on without the bizarre forces acting in my body.

Though the problem inside would get worse outside. ’They will obviously come.’ When I descended on the material world, the arbiters of the world, the Church of Red Sun, had noticed my existence and left a mark on me. Which along with burning my body from the inside will also let them track me.

It’s how the original Lakram died, never able to escape his pursuers to the end of the earth even after he kept changing forms. While I, after being marked, would not fare any better from the looks of it.

However, that is only if things were as simple as back then. I am different, I am better, I am smarter but not overconfident.

And everything is close to perfection in my plan.

"As long as you can live till giving me what I want," Wajih spoke, still hoping to acquire the blood of a totem with shapeshifting powers. One can imagine the wonders it can bring forth for someone like Wajih who had been hoping to hunt his enemies but could never do so openly fearing direct retaliation.

But if he could obtain enough blood to create a mask using a shapeshifting totem’s blood. Imagine the potential. No one will be able to ever capture him, no one will be able to understand where he is coming from and where he will go.

Such a perfect tool for someone as vengeful as he.

Though I on the other hand was thinking of a different future.

A future with certain parties no longer exists in this world.

******

"Failure, even though we warned him." A figure in the dark spoke, his voice feeble and weak, barely comprehensible. And he was not alone to carry such a tone, as another figure spoke not too long after.

"He obtained what he wanted, success, the Wine God owes us now, we can make them do what we wish as the rules had ordained."

"The arrogant ones, they won’t harm the royals, the Duke still has no chance even with the leverage we have obtained."

"The Duke is a dangerous tool, he had convened with the Jester, and he carried the seed of doubt in him. Using him would be dangerous on our end."

"Duke is dangerous to everyone, but his heart follows the will of the people and with him in the lead, there will be less carnage. I say we support him."

"Don’t be such a staunch supporter of him. I fear there are certain things we don’t know about him, or his fate."

"... I do agree on that. His fate, although follows the will of the people, also remains shrouded in mystery, a heavenly sign of God’s interference, or an anomaly. He is not the latter like the Clown, so he can only be the former."

"A god is trying to mask away his fate from us... this is worrisome, perhaps they know something."

"They know our intentions."

"They wish to maintain power."

"Whatever the case, we support the Duke, send out an envoy to him, and tell him about The Corpse King’s descendant, both of them together will have great effect in the future."

"I agree."

"I agree."

"I disagree."

"I agree."

"I disagree."

"The three chose to go with the plan, so it will be implemented."

*****

Duke Wortham, the man the legend that everyone in Cynark fears. Now he remains in his castle while watching over his friend’s recovery, the very friend that was harmed by Dragon in Rudrain not too long ago. She was also the High priestess of the Church of Truthful Deceit.

"Things are getting chaotic." A small fairy spoke, after looking at the recent happening in the world that did make her a bit worried. She had been with Wortham since childhood, belonging to the same mage family as Wortham and now his assistant.

"They have always been chaotic, but the chaos is now reaching us," Wortham replied. He’s been a bit dark recently due to his little adventures. "Which is why we hide for now... the power that be, in Cynark won’t like people like us moving about." Wortham was dangerous, far more dangerous than anyone can ever fathom.

But he also knew his limits. He was not a Daemon, even if he exceeded the strength of all those Daemons in the Material plane, he couldn’t move around like them, nor could he have infinite endurance and even immortality like them.

He will get tired, but they won’t. And it was this limit that made Wortham go silent for the last few years. More so when Dragon showed up.

It was during this small conversation that a clicking sound came from the corner of the room, which signified the arrival of the guest. And it was not simple guests, it was the ones that Wortham had given priority rights to. Which merely amounted to only four individuals.

When matched with the date and position of most of those four individuals leads Wortham to know who it might be. "The little mages are here." Kassandra and Anna, the duo that had been hunting for Jester not too long ago and they had recently come back from their recent investigative trip.