"It would be good for you if you stopped with your futile attempt to...Gugh" Before the clown could plete its sentence, the numerous eyes in the hall released blood red beams, disintegrating the latter, into a gory liquid.
"Hmph, a mere Jester-Jester dares look down on me?" Skarnyx spat, and with that, he got into eating human hearts again.
Jingle~ Jingle~...
The same sleigh bell and the same scene. A Jester-Jester jogged into the hall.
"Kekeke... Greetings to you, Lord of Maniacs, Skarnyx the Twelfth Heavenly King". The same face, the same figure, and the same dialogue.
"I e in good faith, Lord of Maniacs, stop with your futile attempt... Gugh".
Just like before, the Jester-Jester was disintegrated. However, something seemed to be very wrong. The Twelfth Heavenly King narrowed his eyes.
Jingle~ Jingle~ the same scene repeated once again.
"What kind of ridiculous power is this clown? What did you do?"
This time, he did not kill the other party immediately. His earlier attempts had taught him that this clown was definitely not your average Jester-Jester.
"Greetings to you... Eh? What do you mean? I was here before?" The latter seemed to have thought of something before nodding his head. "I see, so you killed all the previous me, huh? Scary~".
Staying true to its race, it acted goofy and silly.
"Kekeke... anyways, listen to me, Lord Skarnyx, there is a being in the capital that you cannot defeat. If you recklessly attempt to kill the Dark Knight, you would be the one to die instead".
Skarnyx carried his head and dropped down from the mountain of corpses. His full armor made clacking noises as they hit the solid surface of the floor.
"Tell me clown, who sent you here? Did they send your entire race to e here to warn me of this?"
There was no way this was the same Jester-Jester. He had killed the previous two bodies, so he knew they weren’t fakes. Which must mean that there were more than three of those clowns who looked just the same and probably even more.
"My master, huh? Kekeke... They are an individual who does not want to name themselves yet. However, they have sent me to you with well wishes. The Forces of Darkness do not have the additional forces to replace yet another one of the Heavenly Kings so soon, especially a Dullahan like you." The Jester-Jester pleted its sentence that it was unable to before.
"I see, if that is all you have to say, then die," Skarnyx spoke, his voice impassive.
The next second, his body disappeared and appeared behind the clown. SPLASH... a claw like hand dug through the body of the latter and came out of the other end.
"Gugh... L-Lord Skarnyx!!"
The Jester-Jester died. The Twelfth Heavenly King waited for some time. However, the Jester-Jester did not show up again.
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The next day, all the King and Queen of the seven great nations and the other smaller ones were invited to the royal palace to discuss the international policies and concerns.
Naturally, as the escort, Rienhardt was also present in the meeting hall. He and the other knights from the different kingdoms were all standing in attention behind the seats of their King and Queen.
Through some coincidence or divine bad luck, the ones seated next to Solaris had to be the King and Queen of Nocturnium, which meant that the knight standing next to Reinahrdt was none other than Erza.
An oppressive killing intent was released from the woman’s body continuously as she stood there straight like a sword. Her hatred was so strong and thoroughly controlled that, other than Reinhardt and Vaerion, who was grinning at him, none of the knights here were able to sense it.
Thankfully, the woman knew the place and time for everything. As such, she did not start a fight with him right in the hall.
The discussion of the king and queen went on for a long time. Finally, the time came to take a break. At this moment, Vaerion secretly signalled him something.
Reinhardt thought for a second before placing Marcus as his replacement. As a Holy Knight, no matter the situation, the latter would be able to hold on to any situation long enough for him to arrive.
Vaerion did the same and called for his vice mander, Kaelith. The two knights headed out. As it was a break, many of the royalty of the other kingdom were also moving out to get some fresh air. As such, their exit did not draw much attention.
Of course, there was a certain knight who was closely paying attention to them.
"So what is that you want to discuss with me?" Having arrived in front of a rather secluded area of the palace, Reinhard questioned.
"There is a situation I need your help with. A few days ago, one of my spies that I placed inside the Luminous church brought a man who was ordered to be disposed of. He reported to the upper echelons that he pleted the mission, while in actuality, the man was still alive"...
"As this person is a saint, I believe they possess quite a lot of information. However, they seemed to be under a powerful demonic spell, and breaking it is proving to be a difficult task. If I use any more of my power, his head might just explode. Since you use holy skills, I thought you could give us a hand. It shouldn’t be too difficult for you to break a demonic curse, right?"
Vaerion spoke; he was aware that the Divine Paladin had broken out of a powerful curse put on him by the Seventh Heavenly King.
Reinhardt nodded his head. If it had anything to do with dark or demonic energy, he was a specialist in it.
"Great, I’m sure that guy has a lot of information that can lead us closer to the true ring leader".
The Dark Knight then suddenly looked towards the distant roof of a building.
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