Chapter 635: New Arrival [Edited]
When Jester reappeared, he was already in the woods outside Brightgate City. Pine and tree leaves swayed in the wind.
Jester exhaled slowly, his form stabilizing as faint green light faded from his eyes. "Good," he muttered. "No civilians here."
Not that he cared for others to be honest. His master’s commands just limited him to some actions.
The silence in the woods lasted only a heartbeat.
From above, three streaks of light tore through the canopy—blue, crimson, and green. The sky lit up with mana flares, followed by a series of concussive bursts.
Blades of compressed air and radiant spears rained down, smashing through trees and rock alike.
Jester’s eyes widened slightly. "They started already?"
He had the two controlled knights by his side hurriedly protect him.
For a moment, he was genuinely surprised. He hadn’t expected them to strike without hesitation, especially while their two comrades were still alive—though under his control.
Branches burned. Craters formed. The forest smelled of ozone and splintered bark.
He frowned, feeling mild irritation tug at the edge of his calm. "So they’ve already written them off as dead?"
Recalling his master’s earlier orders, Jester had not killed the first two. He had only fractured their consciousness—suppressed the thinking mind and taken command of the subconscious. They could still breathe, their hearts still beat, and with rest they could even recover. The control wasn’t permanent; it was a delicate balance that avoided permanent damage.