The God of Jesters
Chapter 700 - 11.01.5 Mother

Chapter 700: 11.01.5 Mother

A tool to be used, he can see it clearly. The man that stood in front of him, was a good person, that Farhad knew, but if there was one flaw of this new Marshall of Cynark, then it was the fact that he was a puppet of his Grandfather, that is where the issue rises.

’A puppet, like me.’ Deimos, although there was never an interaction between him and the Grand General, it didn’t mean Farhad was not influenced by that old man. Most of his missions were driven by him, a pawn that killed as many as its king wanted. And Deimos was his king, using Farhad to the full extent to show Langfurt the difference in strength.

And these words of Farhad could cause some trouble, as the eyes of the grandmaster who had the job of protecting Fahna and Amir turned dark. Fearing the worst in their mind, but then came the cold voice of Fahna."Stop whatever you want to say Farhad, this is not the appropriate place for this, we can have this discussion later, in the morning. For now, leave us alone."

She didn’t give an excuse, she didn’t back down in front of the monster that showed his fangs for a little bit. Fahna still treated him like the boy she once knew. Looking down on him like always, Farhad, hearing those words, became motionless for a bit. Showing a hint of anger at the people around before his body disappeared from the room.

"Should we follow, sir?" Asked a grandmaster, looking at Amir, wondering what to do at this point. Who, after a thought, replied. "You will do no such things... I don’t think anyone can do much in front of him anymore." The vitality he felt in Farhad, was odd, for there was none, as if Farhad was a dead being, and that was obviously not the case here.

’It’s something different.’ Something so bizarre that Amir can’t make sense of it. A sign that Farhad might have already exceeded his realm. And that meant danger. ’He is a puppet of Jester.’

A bit similar to Farhad, Amir really did the same for him as Farhad did for him. ’What kind of trouble had you thrown me into Grandfather.’ There was some frustration before he ordered. "Leave for now, We will discuss the issues later," he ordered his men as bloody crows appeared in the room, patching up the holes one by one using their bodies.

And the window through which Farhad came in, all the magical defenses on it were broken, devoured even. But Amir spoke none of it and closed it all up. Before turning to his wife. "Guess, I looked down on your brother." He spoke, somewhat understanding why his wife didn’t wish to bring her brother back to their life.

"What are you talking about? He is still the same, barely able to stand up for himself before running to call for me." She spoke, her voice a bit emotional. It would be a wonder if she can sleep tonight.

"So, are you sure he is really your brother? And not one of those shapeshifters of his..."

"Are you asking for confirmation by making me repeat my words? He is the same old brother of mine, a coward who can’t say no to anyone. I thought he would have changed from the stories I heard of him... but I guess, stories can be exaggerated." Although it sounded like a disappointment, in truth there was a sense of relief in Fahna’s heart. Relief that her brother hadn’t lost himself to power, he hadn’t been corrupted by that monster.

The fact that he still maintained some humanity. Something she lacked herself very much. ’Mother would be happy.’ She knows one thing... she was not a good child herself, there was rarely anything normal about her since her birth. And her own cruelty made it sure that she would rarely get close to her mother who was, for all intent and purposes, a normal woman nature-wise. She was emotional and the chain that connected the whole family together, and for some reason, Farhad was pretty much the same.

A sensitive boy who should have been put through the things he went through. ’He was always her favorite.’ She was jealous of this fact, so jealous that she in her youth had thought of burning her brother countless times. But she had controlled such emotions, for those very emotions can be a weakness in the field.

’But how... how can he still maintain that level of sanity?’ She wondered, recalling the little bit of meeting she had with him. The brother of hers, although a bit creepy by entering her bedroom at night was still a lot more human than her. ’Whatever...’ And then, giving her husband one look, she went back to bed. Not worried in the slightest about anything else.

As for Amir, he remained quiet. This night was a bit eventful and not in a kind way. ’I need to make some changes.’ His original plan was to give Farhad an official post where he would never be forced on the field. That’s the best way to ensure that he remains in the system and is not exploited by others.

But that obviously can’t work if he retains so much strength, and those men who were here to protect his wife will obviously speak about it soon enough.

’It’s a headache.’

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It really was a headache, looked toward the small castle in Rudrain and then an adjacent castle not too far from it, the place where his mother lived. ’She is... old.’ She was merely a mortal woman, so no amount of drugs and magical potions would amount to much for her, though it was already a miracle for her to live to 80 at this point. And there were only a few more decades of life left in her life. Enough to let her grandchild ingrain her in their memories.

Which hurt Farhad. ’I ruined it...’ He can’t blame his father forever for the things he did, It was Farhad’s choice to abandon his old life. It was his choice to never see her again no matter how much it would hurt her. ’She does appear lonely.’ The meeting with the sister, he can set it aside for now, his mind had already thought up certain scenarios and methods to free himself of the burden and live the life as he wanted.

But his mother, she...’ Why did I even come here?’ His mind had really turned simpler in certain aspects. Before coming here, he thought nothing of his mother, but the moment he arrived, emotions came flooding him, rendering him weak and pathetic, just like he used to be all those years ago. ’Hah, I hate this.’

"Older, mature, somewhat like father." He recalled his father’s face, then his own face. And started to merge the two into an old figure, turning from a gloomy youth to a dashing middle-aged man. "I... it’s too much." Before he brought it down, suppressing the muscles and the hint of handsomeness and making it more plausible.

’Perfect.’ Although he couldn’t see his face, Farhad could feel each of his muscles and they did feel perfect enough at this point.

’Let’s go.’

His movements had spread some chaos across Rudrain, there were even figures on the ranks of Legends that eyed him the moment he was detected, but they didn’t move much, all they did was watch him slowly go toward the manor of his mother and knock on the door.

"Visitors are not allowed during late hours, go back and come tomorrow morning." The guard spoke, his eyes appearing simple, but Farhad knew that he was at least adept rank, not like it mattered much. "Please inform the Manor Owner, that her son is back, if she wishes for confirmation, call my sister." He didn’t force his way in, he didn’t even cause a commotion, Farhad just stood there, not intending to shock his mother or anything, intending to keep it all normal, all in an effort to not startle her.

’Old folks don’t take surprises too kindly.’

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Not too far in the distance, the manor of the BloodCrows, a figure looked toward Farhad, his eyes filled with envy. "Such a prized individual, our nation truly is blessed to have beings like these born at such an opportune time."

"The corpse king’s curse and the flames of Samadhi inside a single being. I want to split open that clown’s head and learn how he achieved it.’

Spoke a man, covered from head to toe in cuts.

"Stop with your dreaming Lakshya, that is not something we should touch... " Chalice spoke, still wide awake, not like he could sleep after all the injuries he incurred while fighting Malidi a decade ago.

"You have become a Coward, old friend, nothing but a little coward... One loss was all that it took." the man named Lakshya spoke in a condescending tone. "First it was that bitch from the Bright Lineage and now that scholar."