The God of Jesters

Chapter 29: 2.06.1 A little family.

It wasn't hard for Farhad's father to obtain a warrant after he pushed the mayor somewhat in his meeting. As even if Kairut Lucian might hold heavy prestige in the City of Durum. At the end of the day, he still remained a headmaster of an academy. And nothing more than that.

The prestige of an archemage was long forgotten by many in the sorcerer circle, now all they waited for was his death. And why should they give respect to the wishes of a dying old man when there was a hero requesting something.

So even if it was a bit problematic for the old man, he still accepted the request of Marshall Maisel and reinstated the freedom of Radiant society by handing them a warrant.

Freedom that Maxim was waiting for.

"Remira, I am glad you are back. I have some good news." Forgotten about the sour words he had told her before. Maxim handed her the warrant and then said. "We got what we wished for, now we can proceed without any delay."

With this warrant, it would not be hard for Remira to enter the campus of the academy and even if the old archemage tried something like before, she would have full right to retaliate, unlike before.

One must not think of Remira as weak just because of her age. She was teamed up with someone as experienced as Maxim which told one enough about her capabilities.

The only reason she was befuddled before was due to the sudden awakening of her bloodline, something that might have caused some accidents in the public. It was why she backed off. But now, there was no need for her to act like a kitten anymore.

"At last." She said, snatching the note from the hands of an old man and then with a giant smile on her face. She handed the old man something special.

"Well, I also have something for you," Remira said before handing Maxim the details about the potions boy she met before.

"He is an apprentice enchanter, whoever the enemy is, they might have not predicted this at least."

She was right, I never predicted this. But still doesn't change the fact that it won't have much impact on me.

Or so I think, but I am looking forward to any other unpredictable moments like the one with Farhad's father.

"Good idea, but there is a chance his master might turn into a problem for us," Maxim said, before calling for Pierta.

"Pierta, would you check the background of this boy? He might turn out to be our new temporary companion, so be thorough."

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After Pierta left for her job. Remira answered. "Don't be such a worry wart. Unlike before, we are attentive and know that someone is targeting us. Those things won't happen again."

"Before coming here, I even went to the boy's room and checked each piece of his furniture to see if he is also not tagged."

Hearing these words, his confidence in Remira increased a bit from before, and then he nodded his head in appreciation. "We just need to see to it that no more people die due to us. One death is just too many for us."

It was a rookie mistake from before. But who would have expected a trap like this?

At least, I wouldn't have thought the same if I was in their place.

But such a perfect trap was ruined in such a pathetic way, leaving sourness in my mouth.

I underestimated the intelligence of the boy's father. Though it was not my fault, this is how the boy saw his father and made me make a misjudgment of that man's personality.

There is no way to salvage spilled milk and there was no way to salvage this situation as well.

*****

"Ah, my milk!" A child cried as he used his hands to drag the milk back into the glass. But it was already too late. The milk was ruined.

And when all else failed, the boy tried to lick it from the table.

"Stop it, it's dirty." Said the boy's mother who pinched her son's ears and dragged him from the table. "Do you wish to get ill?" She asked, then cursed her son a bit, before forcefully washing his mouth.

"Don't be so harsh, Little Ilwis is on the cusp of crying."

"Just stop, it's due to your pampering that he has turned this way."

A kind bickering family of three, a wonderful sight that was played out in many parts of the world all the time.

To these creatures, it doesn't matter if the world comes to an end for them. They live their lives ignorant of all the horror the world has to offer them. Hiding within the city walls, while only caring about eating, drinking, and procreating.

Such a simple and sad life.

So boring.

It's why I find them so disgusting.

These are the kind of people that are impeding the growth of this world. They never wish to grow, achieve something greater and reach higher heights in their life.

They are satisfied with this sad existence of theirs.

It is why I was here.

*****

"Hmm, it's that night huh?" After Remira left on her usual freedom walk. Maxim walked out of the balcony of the library and enjoyed the silvery moonlight on his face.

Even without his eyes, he can feel the shower of silver light hitting his body.

"Magistar, doesn't it hurt? You should get back in." From his back, the voice of Pierta came, causing Maxim to turn toward her, Exposing the hollow eyes that had started to bleed a while ago.

"Don't worry, this much bleeding won't be that problematic, I have gone through worse." The old man said, intent on basking in the glory of this moonlight. Much to Pierta's dismay.

But after he had denied her suggestion one time, she didn't speak again. Though she didn't leave the place as well. For she feared for Maxim's health.

And there were some other things in her mind as well.

"The silence is killing me, Just talk if you wish." Maxim was already aware that she was facing some trouble speaking her mind for a while now.

"Why are you ignoring the warnings of Remira? If it's the price of help that concerns you, the HQ will pay that for us."

"It's not because of that, if we get distracted due to them, something worse might happen."

"You are young, you might not have faced any failures. And if we focus on that, then I believe our failure would be a solid fact."

I was surprised that Maxim knew this. Even though somewhat unexpectedly, they fail 10/10 times if they had gone on that tangent and divided their focus.

At least with Maxim's way, his chances to succeed are 1/10, not much. But a chance was still a chance.

And I would say that was already too much.

This group of people was able to rival my 20 years of preparation in just a few months.

"Then don't focus on that, give that job to the Marshall. Let him deal with it. For we can't afford any more deaths."

Hearing these words, Maxim turned toward her and said. "You believe that bastard is our friend?"

Maxim asked, much to the confusion of Pierta.

"Don't be fooled by him. Nor should you depend on him. Lifting off our restrictions and the Warrant was already enough. Asking for more would just mess us up." Maxim warned, much to Pierta's surprise.

Wasn't he just a soldier?

A soldier that only moved under the General's order?

So why would he act like this?

There was no answer to these questions, not the kind that Maxi can divulge easily.

But his understanding of Farhad's father seemed somewhat similar to the one Farhad had for him.

So I guess I complain for nothing.

It's just that his father was a bit smarter than expected and he caught on to the bait.

But if it's like this. Then it might turn a bit problematic.

*****

"I am here again." The boy said, feeling a lightness in his body that he had never before. His memories of the past that he had long forgotten also start to flood his mind, making him recall his family and his past.

Then in front of him, there was a small village with familiar faces lining up, beckoning him to join them. And the boy who seemed to have gotten younger wished to do so. He truly wished to just run toward his family and sister and live the peaceful life that he had so desired.

But that life was too far from him. For this was not the real world, but just a dream.

And when he made up his mind to cut the love in his heart for his family. The illusion in front of his eyes disappeared, along with his heart. Leaving a fist size hole in his chest.

But the boy didn't die, he just remained standing, the memories from his past slowly leaving his body from that hole, and then the boy reverted to his stoic mood.

With only a single drop of tear flowing down his eyes.

"Wonderful." A voice echoed in his ear, dragging him out of his dream and back into the underground dwelling.

He found that currently, he was the only one standing, the rest of his group had collapsed on the floor, falling into a deep sleep.

"I knew that it would be you." A woman in a crow mask complimented the boy, before throwing a dagger at him.

"Put the rest out of misery, it's the least you can do for your batch mates." The woman left the hall after saying these words.