The God of Jesters
Chapter 296 - 5.08.1 Trauma.

Chapter 296: 5.08.1 Trauma.

The most common rule among transcendence is never to tell your secrets to even your friends or families more so if it concerns your bloodline. A fact that is learned even for the commonly spread bloodline like the Iron Body or the Flamekins from the church of Red Sun.

This is the way of life. For the more your enemies know about you, the lesser chance of your survival once they use that knowledge to deal with you. And Henry, no matter how good of a friend he was, might not be the same in the future, for no one knows what the future holds for them.

And considering my position, Henry was going to be an enemy of mine, if he remained involved with Rashid. Chances of which are high, even if he had suffered in Professor’s house.

Taking all of this into account, I spoke a partial truth.

"Does the Taurus have such ability?" He wondered, before putting me down on the ground.

We are far from the city center and due to being a small city, there were a lot of dirt roads which were mostly frequented by either a cycle or on foot, with rare chance of a four-wheeler appearing.

The same kind of roads that turn muddy during rain, making it the perfect place for me.

"I don’t... know... My foster father shared his blood with me before he turned into... well paraplegic."

A little small talk started between the two of us, I neither asked him to speak of what might have transpired, nor did he wish to speak about anything that happened today, including the fight.

His focus was on my injury while showing some envy over my bloodline, a common emotion that can be found in anyone considering I had supernatural powers while being in the apprentice stage, and not just one, but multiple from what Henry could see.

But how can I tell him, the nature of my powers was not as special as he might assume? It’s the circumstances that made my blood so special.

Wait, in a way, considering I am the only one with this bloodline in the world, whose totem doesn’t even exist anymore. Wouldn’t that make me a chosen one as well?

I knew it, I was special.

I smiled and Henry also made a pathetic smile. We waited there, and talked a lot while none of us dared to open our eyes at all.

And it was not until around dawn, that a window opened and an old woman threw a bucket of water on us, shouting. "Can’t you guys shut up for one minute... don’t you have a home to go to?"

Embarrassed, we left.

With the sun around the distant horizon, the people were waking up. Some went for their usual work and some resumed hiding contrabands and extra liquidated money they hid in their home, fearing that the soldiers might take it.

Here came the morning but nothing actually ended up happening. Even the train carrying the soldiers just left the station and the search was postponed with a high chance of it being canceled altogether.

Many had wondered if the sound of fighting from last night signified that the spies had been captured or killed. Which would explain why the search was canceled. For most business owners, this was a godsend news, where they can do business as usual.

On the other hand, hearing such news, Henry helped me to the home. I can see it, the curiosity in his eyes over my foster father. "Want to go in and meet him?" I asked, but Henry shook his head. "My parents will be worried, so next time."

After making sure that I was alright, he left while the ’Maid’ opened the door and let me in, acting in surprise over my injuries and then suddenly turning mute the moment the door closed. "Didn’t expect you to come back here? Are you ready for your punishment?"

"What sort of punishment? I just did as was asked of me."

"Keep your excuses for when you face him, my job is just to let you know of your offense." The maid was obviously a companion under the same boss with me being a level above her own. But now, this old woman who used to carry immense respect in her eyes for me showed a hint of deprecation.

She looked down on me, a mere maid who didn’t even hold any special strength, a failure of a knight who dared to speak to me in such a tone.

What was going on in this world, do they hold no respect for each other as sentient beings?

A hint of kindness would be so appreciated by her. But considering I didn’t even bother learning her name, I guess, we were equal.

*****

The School was canceled for the whole week, and Rashid had disappeared from the face of the earth for a while now.

This caused some confusion among the students who tried to get together due to the sudden vacations, but after learning that he left the city out of the instability, most understood.

While for Henry. He tried to keep on acting normal, wishing to forget his past and his experience of that accursed night. But that was not the issue for him, as for some reason, every night before going to sleep, he would form some urge to meet that woman again.

An unlikely desire to imprint her face on his heart so that he never forgets her ever again.

A bizarre emotion that he dreaded and wished to forget. So he came together with his friends, and tried to hold the normal conversations he usually did, but he could barely keep up with it, because all of a sudden he found everything useless.

None of his conversation held any value and it was a waste. He lost his mojo and even forgot about his girlfriend whose name I don’t bother to recall, who had stormed his horse on the third day of vacation to see what he was doing.

And although he had tried to hold a basic level of conversation with her, he couldn’t help but say. "I am sorry, there is too much going on at the moment. Can you give me a week?" He asked, which sounded more like pleading.

His request was also not anything special and the girl nodded to him, agreeing to his request and leaving him alone, but she didn’t leave before speaking to Henry’s mother and father about it. Letting them know that something odd was going on with him.

When added to the fact that Henry had disappeared for the night of dissonance, it was easily assumed by his parents that he might have seen some things he shouldn’t.

"I had heard some of the spies were killed on site, I didn’t expect you to see them." His father spoke, but Henry didn’t know how to respond to this sentence. And how could he?

He is the kind of Son who never lied to his parents, he has told them all his secrets, and his embarrassments. But this? This was too much for them to handle.

He didn’t even know for how long he could maintain his calm when the man who claimed to work for the intelligence sent people to his door.

And let me tell you, he would never do it. Not after the warning of Blue Rose not too long ago.

A warning that this young boy was not aware of, causing his mind to be consumed by worry and fear as time goes by.

So much to think and worry about. The amount of brain that Henry used in these last three days was more than the combined brainpower he used during his studies.

"You are scared and it’s understandable, I had also seen some things during the time of our Father of this Nation’s death. There were corpses all over the fields, as long as I could see... and I was nothing more than a woodcutter, dragged to war to handle the cleanup."

He spoke his stories, how he a woodcutter working in a shipyard alongside his father was forced into cutting some other things.

Letting his son become aware that his simple-looking father also had a dark past, the kind of which he was not privy of nor did he ever speak about it to anyone else in his life.

And after hearing such a gruesome tale, Henry had asked. "Did you tell mom about this?"

"You know your mother, it’s best if we keep this talk to ourselves."

It was a trauma for his father, a trauma he had buried deep down in his heart. But for his son, to let him know that you can move past such trauma, he spoke about that past to him, letting his son know that he was not alone.

"I... I can’t." But in the end, he just couldn’t do it.

His father could never relate to the things Henry actually experienced.

The blood, the battle, and the friends who came close to death were actually nothing.

It was the woman that scared him, the corpse puppet that creeped him. Things he couldn’t explain.

Trauma that needs to be treated as a false memory, he needs to forget this and hope that the corpse of Rashid’s servant, the one called Jester also does the same. He forgets, like he had done for the past three days.

*****

But I was not the one to forget.

"From what I hear from the master, although his mind is empty, he might hold the key to this whole mission given by the Daemon of Incarnation. Your job remains the same, but the target this time is Henry."

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