Chapter 3: CHAPTER 3 AARON JESTER

Who is Aaron Jester?

The only remaining Jester blood and the only survivor of Philip Jester Massacres. Age 17. He is said to be a lover of the arts and a pacifist person. It has been 2 years since he was in a comma. Barely at his 17s, Aaron is finally showing signs of waking up.

Just who really is Aaron Jester?

To answer this question, we have to go back in two years’ time when he was but a 15-year-old wee lad.

Aaron Jester is Philip Jester’s only son after his wife passed away.

As an introverted person, Aaron rarely comes out of his family’s manor, and instead spends most of his time reading novels, listening to music, and appreciating art.

One day, his father returns to the manor carrying an ominous smile on his face. “Son, where are you? Come here, I found a way for our clan to prosper…”

Aaron as meek as he was, complies with his father’s every wish as step by step, he was made an accomplice to his father’s outrageous acts. Finally, he can’t take it anymore. “Father, I can’t… Let’s stop this.”

A pacifist, that’s what Aaron was like, but more than that, he is an obedient son. That’s why he is having a difficult time as things occur at a fast pace.

Philip in his consternation of his son’s weak mind finally had it. “It’s okay, son… You can rest now.” Chaining his son with steel, Philip finalizes his preparation, and with the number of human sacrifices he has done, he then performs his magic.

Aaron feels like he is dying as chills soak his bones, heat compresses his blood, and dizziness makes chaos in his mind. Before he can take a hold of himself, an out-of-body experience abruptly occurs with his soul.

Rising high and higher in the air, Aaron sees the world below him. Sending himself to the void, his soul becomes like a shooting star in the night skies.

When Aaron opened his eyes, he was no longer in Clover Kingdom. Looking above him is a white ceiling, and below him is a comfy bed.

A man wearing a white lab coat alights from the door. “Good morning, mister [&%@*#], you fell from your terrace and had a concussion, I am here to check you up. How are you doing?”

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My head hurts a lot. I wake up only to meet the grey concrete ceiling above me. I look around, the sight of baroque decorativeness makes me happy somehow. “Was I saved?”

Feeling the strength in my legs, I stand up. I walk to a mirror to scrutinize myself. Dark hair, red eyes, and a scrawny prawn. Judging by my relative cleanliness, someone must be taking care of me. Where am I?

See to that I am wearing pajamas, I start sleuthing around the place. To my surprise, I find a Purple Orca robe in a cabinet. I don’t know why, but I sense fear rising in the back of my mind.

Alighting from the door, I see a purple-head female waving her hand to me. “Ey, Aaron, you awake now? Noice…”

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“Who are you?” Be wary of strangers, I tell myself.

Judging by the new arrival’s attire, she must be a Purple Orca mage, which is bad news to me as people from this squad are usually bad seeds.

The woman in front of me dramatically bows in my direction, and then introduces herself. “I am Sabrina Crook, Captain of Purple Orca, your father’s friend. You are going to join my squad.”

Sabrina Crook? Who is this no-name? But join Purple Orca? Are you kidding me? They are like the lamest squad in the Clover Kingdom… Seeing their captain before Gueldre Poizot, I can understand why…

I wet my lips, and carefully word out my thoughts. “Thank you for your kind gesture. Savior, I’ll make sure to pay my debts to you… For now, I shall take my leave.”

With hurried steps, I pass over Sabrina, so that I can get the hell out of there.

Sadly, that won’t be as easy as Sabrina grabs me by the shoulder. “Come on, don’t be like that. Let’s go, the Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony awaits.” She malevolently smiles at me.

I can almost taste it in my mouth, a bitter fate awaits me.

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Sabrina flies on her magical broom at incredible speeds.

I was dangling on her broom’s end the whole time, it was torture!

I watch the lands below me. It’s very primitive. I can no longer see the Royal Capital from the horizon, instead, all I can see is a wide expanse of thick green vegetation. “Hey, where are we going?”

Sabrina who is focusing on her flying barely hears my voice. “Grimoire Tower,” she tersely shouts back at me. “We have a place like that in the Royal Capital, but I’d rather you do it somewhere else. I don’t want to see some particular bastards there…” She adds.

I can’t take the flying anymore, with my shrimp arms, it’s a guarantee that I will fall. “Miss Sabrina, my hands, they are giving up!! Kuhuuu~”

Aaand… I give up! Losing my grip on it, I imagine myself falling in increasing velocity and with a splat, a gory death!

Tuk! Ouch, my butt hurts. Looking below, it’s already ground zero, none of my extremities exploding outside. I sigh a thankful relief. I kiss the earth lacking what remains of my noble decency. “Thank you, thank you!! I am alive!”

“What a wuss…” I hear Sabrina complaining, but I ignore it.

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