The God of Jesters
Chapter 96 - 2.26.5 Still living.

Chapter 96: 2.26.5 Still living.

Her flames flickered in and out, as the ice started to grow around her body. And before long, it went out along with Remira’s only defense.

The armor she wore suddenly started to feel heavy.

The little movements that she was capable of were turning rigid under the harsh cold. This was a one sided fight from the start and Remira lost the moment the mae had created distance from her.

"Yo...u will fail!!" Were Remira’s words to Dantalian, who was looking at her with a mocking gaze. Though, in Dantalian’s heart, there was only hate for this woman who tried to attack her.

"Cut her other hand, break her legs and rip out all her teeth." With those words, Dantalian took out a handkerchief and tried to wipe the spit from her face.

Though before she could do it, Remira, who had lost consciousness with her head down, suddenly smiled.

Which caused the blood in the spit to light up with fire.

"Fuc... " She screamed as the other members of Blue Lotus rushed to Dantalian to help her, which would become their biggest mistake as Dantalian, seeing that the flames were digging deeper into her flesh and eating away at her. She burst out with elemental powers, freezing everything around her, along with the flesh on her face.

Which caused two men that were closest to her to turn into ice sculptures, while Dantalian with a burnt face cursed in pain. "This bitch... I will enjoy killing you."

"Bishop?" Even though their own companions died in front of them, more so due to their own leader’s oversight. There was no anger or feeling of betrayal in the hearts of these cultists. Death was never eternal.

With death came rebirth and in their next life, who knows, they might just get luckier than they were in this one.

Though, it might only get good if they succeed in reviving their god, only then would they have the chance for true freedom.

And for that plan, the existence of their Bishop was more important than them. It was why they didn’t care if some of them were dead.

"Don’t come close, I am very angry!!" Dantalian said before tapping her face, creating an ice mask over it, which helped to hide her face.

But it didn’t affect her anger in the least.

Moving toward Remira and snatching the sword that Remira kept in her cold right hand, Dantalian slapped her. "Wake up!!"

Her coldness had reached Remira’s head and one can say, if not for Dantlian holding back her anger, she might have just frozen Remira to death on the spot.

But a death like that was too kind, not for what Remira did to her and not to mention that cruel Wraith that so wanted to protect Remira before. So she is going to kill Remira in front of that wraith. Let him see the woman he tried to protect die in front of him.

Of course, cutting a few limbs here and there before that happens won’t be much of an issue.

And there are still a few hours before it starts anyways. Meaning, she had a lot fo time to enjoy Remira.

As for the contract that stops her from doing such things?

That came undone the moment the moons rose in the sky.

"Let’s start with your other hand!!"

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I stayed away from what happened inside that safehouse, for I was barred from looking inside. But if I had to expect what happened from far, I knew for certain that Remira might have fallen.

Which was a bit disappointing. But this was to be expected considering who her opponent was.

Though, enough about Remira.

For my eyes were focused in some place else, a man that covered his face with a dark mask, appearing inside a small chamber, which can be considered the central hub for the sewer in a zone.

The man carried a depressive atmosphere around him, while he kept looking around in fear of someone’s approach. His body movements saying enough of his paranoia.

Of course, his eyes were still too weak to detect my sense.

Nor were his flames able to detect my presence, for I was not there to begin with.

And yes, you thought it right. This rat-like human was none other than Varkus Maisel, also called Marshall Maisel. A man whose heart had been broken by the curse. Now, he is blindly following the orders of his enemies in search of respite.

I would assume that even in his delirious state, this man was able to know the true nature of the curse. He understood that his death would not make things better, hence the reason he stood in the place surrounded by filth, waiting to meet the ones that cursed him.

"You have turned weak, Varkus." My words attracted his eyes. But my voice made him call out. "Farhad?" Like a blind man, unable to completely comprehend the situation, he continued. "Stay away, or you might die!!"

There were no questions asked about what happened or how his son was back. He didn’t even consider that it might be a trap by the enemy. No, he had long fallen into the trap and now his mind had been muddled by the curse that forced him to wish death again and again.

The guilt of his crimes and the mistake of ignoring his family had burdened his soul for too long and now, he was broken.

"Varkus, what words!! But sad to say, I am long into the radius of your curse." I say, walking closer and closer to Maisel, who finally turned to look at me. As for what emotions he experienced? I couldn’t tell due to the mask.

But if I have to assume from his voice and body movements, it was a sense of relief as well as fear.

Though from his hunched back, the guilt was also apparent. And it might be due to this guilt that finally opened Maisel’s mind and made him understand the situation. "You are not dead?... no you were already dead."

"My son is dead... so you can’t be him."

The mutterings were grating, but it was to be expected from someone like this. As for his words?

Of course I didn’t try to correct him here. Some things are better if you keep them for later.

As for now, I can finally meet with the man that was such a nuisance at a time. "You are right I am not your son. And the man behind me is not someone young." I say, pointing toward Kairut, who gave me a worried look. Which looked cute.

But this was not the time to admire the old man who only appeared young and strong now.

"You are not him... then you are the one that stole his body." Confused and bothered, Maisel asked. Before shaking his head as flames appeared on his back. "But you remained alive this close to me... meaning, you know the rules."

Hearing those words and seeing the water around Maisel to boil under the aura that he exuded from his body. I understood how serious he was. Which was why I nodded. "Ofcourse I know of it. But whether to tell it to you, I am not so sure about it."

"No, you will tell me. Or I would cremate you, cremate my son’s body and the body of that man behind you."

"My son has already suffered enough, giving him peace in death is the least I can do." He was a tired father, who had experienced the fate of outliving his own child. His heart was broken further when he learned how his son’s body disappeared from the mortuary.

But his job and responsibilities had forced him to be strict with himself. Never giving away his true emotions. Never letting others see the kind of man he truly is.

And as it was his fate, none of that mattered now. He was a walking plague that would only cause death to others. A man with no place to live, not even on a battlefield.

"Chill man! Chill. I am not here to fight. I am a guest, just like you."

Even though the mental capability of Maisel had dropped, it doesn’t mean he would fall for my words easily. I can see that he was not joking when he had threatened me earlier. It was why I finally answered. "But if you have to know... your curse is that of Isolation, those with good intent or no intent toward you will always die, it doesn’t matter if they know you or not."

"While people like us, meaning your enemies, we can meet you, hug you and even have dinner with you without fear."

"Though, I am not sure about the real owner of this body, would he live, or would he die?"

Hearing my answer, the fire around Maisel seemed to have died down for a while, before it strengthened again, as if the words "real owner" awakened something in his mind as he remembered that the body that stood in front of him was of none other than that of Farhad.

"Thank you for the answer..." Maisel said, as the fireball increased in size above his head. "But as a father, I still have to fulfill my duty."

"Don’t worry Farhad, your father will free your body."

I can see this man was crazy and not thinking clearly. But that was not his fault. He was a victim of circumstances and a pawn that had been developed for years by my hands.

"Are you sure about that, Varkus?" I asked, as a bright smile stretched over my face. A face that I was still struggling to control, so my smile came out a bit weird. Though, i was being nitpicky.

"Would you really burn the body of your son?"

"That is just a body, my son is dead."

"But that is the thing, old enemy. Your son is not really dead." Finally, I can say it.

Finally, I can speak of what actually happened.