Published at 15th of April 2026 12:09 am

Chapter 122. Jester's advice

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Ophelia felt like she was on a school trip all over again, and this time, she got to sit with the cool kids, as the back of the bus was taken up by Sam, the cat, and their friends, with some interesting people around. She was pretty sure that the two women sitting in the second-to-last row were mermaids, judging by the melodic voices that seemed to lull her into a trance. There was also the old cat lady who took care of QShar. She arrived separately last night.

She could also see a few more mycanoids, a dark elf, a regular elf, and a few warlocks, one of whom was covered in tattoos similar to the ones that sometimes showed on Sams hands, but those were either permanent or purposefully on display.

Most of the gathered people wore ceremonial clothes. Sam was wearing a black wizards robe with many silver details and his family crest on the arm. QShar was sporting some strange headwear, made from small golden chains with a few earrings to match, one of which also had the Alhazred crest. The vampire wore a long, Victorian-looking, blood-red dress, while William looked like an aristocrat from a British drama.

Another detail she noticed was that everyone was armed. When asked, Sam explained that most were deadly with their hands anyway, so everyone was allowed to bring weapons in. She herself was given an elegant dress with the Alhazred sigil on the arm and a decorated sheath for her rapier.

Now, the most interesting clothing was worn by the cat lady. She had an elegant dress on with Egyptian themes. The dress, however, had one wide sleeve made from a completely different materialmuch thicker and plusher, reminiscent of a carpet, and not fitting the dress at all. The sleeve also had a strip of material going farther down into a large loop. Ophelia didnt understand what it was.

She listened to conversations all around hermost about magic, magic research, and fighting. The atmosphere made her feel strangely at peace, like she was supposed to sit there and talk to a massive mushroom about her rapier technique rather than have small talk with a colleague at work.

They drove for some time, and she could see the Vatican through the tinted one-way windows.

Finally, they arrived in a multi-level parking lot, not entering the Vatican but close to the massive religious complex. They drove into an underground parking lot, then onto a lower floor guarded by a security guard. He looked like a normal policeman on the surface, but she could see what looked like a sword handle sticking out of the booth for easy grabbing.

They were then led into the lowest level of the parking complex, where more guards were gathered. Once all the buses arrivedand there were many of themthe guards approached one of the walls. After some movement of mana, large enough for Ophelia to feel it from a distance, the wall opened, revealing a large, dark corridor sloping slightly downward.

The buses made their way deeper underground. The corridor was really long, and Ophelia noticed they must have crossed the border and were under the Vatican.

After five more minutes of driving, the bland cement slowly gave way to white marble. The material was cracked and damaged, but as they drove on, the cracks and chipped walls disappeared, giving way to pristine marble, then to carvings and paintings.

Soon they arrived in a hall, which was a large circular room with a high dome overhead. Once there, the vehicles came to a stop and they left the buses.

She looked around curiously. There were many carvings here, most depicting battles. Ophelia followed them with her eyes, from one side of a massive two-winged door to the other, and she realised they were telling a war story. At first, they depicted small battles and a few people giving speeches. Then the scale of the battles grew larger and more brutal, the carvings becoming more unnerving. She could see faces twisted in pain and despair, and bodies missing parts, the brutality realistically captured in the white stone.

They then transformed into more religious iconography. To her surprise, she recognised some of it. The middle part looked like the Way of the Cross she saw in normal churchesbut changed, different. It then transformed into a large carving, but that one was partially destroyed. Not necessarily intentionally, with most of it chipped and cracked as if neglected.

The battle it depicted was unreadable. But she could see the upper part, and even with all the damage, she was pretty sure she recognised

Ophelia! A shout brought her out of her thoughts as she looked to Sam with a start. Move, the buses need space, Sam said and dragged her to the side.

Only now did she notice that the massive double doors were open, revealing a brightly lit banquet hall inside with many long tables covered with different food and drink. Looking to the side, she noticed that the cat was now being carried by the old cat lady, with Bakari the tiger walking as part of the protection detail. She realised the long sleeve of the strange dress was made to hold the animal comfortably, with the large loop going around the womans neck like a sling for a broken arm, so that she wouldnt get tired of carrying the cat. Most of the higher-ups in the cat faction travelled like that, carried by elegantly dressed older women. They were clearly trained to pretend they didnt exist, acting like mobility scooters for the animals.

Ugh. The opening banquet, groaned Sam.

I wont have to dance, right? Ophelia asked, going slightly pale the moment she heard a classical orchestra start playing. The place looked suspiciously like a Renaissance banquet, only missing the pairs moving to a classical waltz.

No. This is just a small part for everyone to mingle and eat something before the morning talks, Sam said.

They went in, ate, and drank, talking with different people. The conversations didnt catch Ophelias attentionmost of them were relatively normaland those that werent, mainly the cats, were clearly in code and filled with double meanings she couldnt catch. The only thing she picked up was that the elves had some big meeting recently, most likely about a corporation from the mortal world.

It was all going well until Sam saw someone in the hall. To Ophelias surprise, he looked pretty excited to see the person. This contrasted with the cat, whose tail flopped down.

Oh no, groaned QShar.

Ophelia followed his gaze and noticed something strange. Among all the people dressed in elegant, magical attire, there was a group in ordinary clothes. The man now heading their way wore blue jeans and an I want to believe T-shirt featuring a UFO flying over a forest. He also looked slightly unkempt, with dark hair falling almost to his shoulders and a short, messy beard to match.

If they start talking about giraffes, we are out of here, hissed QShar next to her.

Samuel! shouted the man.

Mark, Sam replied. How's your work? he asked immediately.

With the recent shit show? We are eating goooood, the man answered jovially.

I can imagine. So tell me, which ones were yours? I couldnt catch up on much.

Oh my God. Did you hear about the Bay Harbor wendigo?

Oh yes, my broker went to deal with that one, Sam answered eagerly.

Okay, get this UFO.

Nice.

The wendigo didnt leave any bodies, so it was easyone UFO expert, some flashing lights. And then we hit them with the shaky footage.

Oooh, good one.

Hell yeah, shaky footage seals the deal, I tell you.

Ophelia slowly turned to QShar, confusion written all over her face.

Oh, sorry, I didnt introduce you, Sam said, remembering the other people around. This is Mark. He is responsible for one of the most important jobs in the arcane worldfor some time at leastand that is the cover-ups, or at least the interesting par. And Mark, this is Ophelia, my apprentice.

Hello, he greeted.

You should tell her about your job, Sam said, to which QShar groaned. They are really underappreciated if you ask me.

Oh, so you arent aware of the work we are doing? the strange man asked, and continued excitedly before she could say anything. You see, we are the very people responsible for the entire magical world staying a secret. You think that, oh, the guys doing all the science cover-ups are the best ones, huh? he said, and then continued in a mocking voice. Oh, we created the entire paleontological history of cats on Earth. Oh, look at us, we are sooo smart. He finished and looked her in the eyes. No. Wrong. Bullshit. Its our division that keeps the world a secret.

Ophelia looked at Sam, who was listening to the whole thing as if it were the gospel.

Do you think normal people are hard to lie to? Huh? They are the easiest possible. Someone digs up a dragons bonesoh, it was a dinosaurbullshitsaurusand they eat that up. But do you know who the real hard-to-deal-with people are? Huh?

She thought it was another hypothetical question and that the man would continue with his short speech, but after a few awkward seconds of being stared at, she realised he was actually waiting for an answer.

Scientists?

Egh! He made a strange noise meant to mimic a wrong button being pressed in a TV show. Wrong. All you need is believable data, and they buy anything. Oh, look at that, they built pyramids with wood and boats. Its totally believable. Noits the conspiracy theorists. You see, they are the toughest to cheat. Once, only once, some cunt managed to get footage of a Bigfoot, and its a pain to this day. Every time something strange happens, they start digging, and oh, trust me, they will buy magic, gods, and demons as an explanation. Can you imagine how hard it is to get them off track?

Once again, the man paused, as Ophelia realised he was waiting for an answer.

Ummm very?

Yes! Goodvery hard. So WE work to disorient them. Videos with yellow subtitles, flat earth, History Channel after midnight. Thats all uswe are the masters of misdirection! the man said with pride, to which Sam slowly nodded as if in deep respect.

So um, you tell people that pyramids were built by aliens so that they dont figure out they were built by cats? Ophelia slowly asked, feeling her brain cells protest the sheer stupidity of the sentence she just spoke.

Yes! Exactly. AliensGod, they are useful. Massive magic circle in the field? Aliens. Mexican pyramids? Aliens. Stonehenge? Aliens. God, I love aliensalmost as useful as giants. And who do you think came up with the zoo initiative, huh? Us! Any cryptid without obvious magical abilities gets shipped to zoos. We freed up so many hidden valleys and forests that you cant count them. And they buy it, thats the best part. Photograph them every day, and even the conspiracy morons dont know anything! Our best work.

Youre behind zoos?

The pet initiative is also ours. Did you not notice? His voice grew louder and more passionate as Ophelia first looked to Sam, then, seeing his sagely nods, turned to QShar for help getting out of there. Capybaras, colugos, ghost sharks, jabirus, kakapos, manatees, maned wolves, platypuses, potoos, and narwhals. They actually believe those are animals. Do you think borzois are dogs? Huh? All this castle of glass would crumble to the ground the day giraffes once again breathe fire. And

Okay, we need to go, QShar interrupted, using a claw to drag Ophelia out. We need to talk with my ummm associates. Sorry, said the cat as they left in a hurry.

Ophelia turned around just to see Sam deep in conversation with the strange man.

What was that about? she asked.

Uffff. Leave madmen to their talk." The cat sighed deeply. "That was the conspiracy department, a... wierder part of our world. They do some good work. Ability to paint anyone believing in magic as crazy was really useful, but people working there... Yeah, last time I got roped into a half-hour speech about giraffes being their best work. Not repeating that.

Riiiiiight. Ophelia continued after the cat, trying to wrap her head around the strange conversation.

She spent the next hour walking around the banquet with the cat and sometimes Sams friends, meeting people.

It was a pleasant experience, and despite the strange atmosphere and a few stink eyes she got from apparently opposing factions, it helped her relax.

After most of the food was eaten and the conversations had started to die down, they were all brought into another room.

And as she walked in, Ophelia was stunned. It was a massive, brightly lit auditorium. It was all carved from milk-white marble, with a high ceiling held up by massive columns. The whole place was lit by glowing orbs held in the hands of various sculpted figures of angels and saints, circling the walls and the giant columns. The ceiling had a massive fresco depicting something akin to the Creation of Adam, but instead, there were more people behind Adam, and God was handing them an enormous book.

The room had half-circular seating along one side, made of wood and stone, lifted slightly off the ground by more marble.

On the other side was what looked like a complex speaking area. It was raised a few meters above the floor, supported by solid carved stone, as if placed atop a very wide half-circle column. One could reach the top by the stairs to the side, or by double-winged door in the wall at the top, directly opposite the centre of the audience seats. The space had a railing carved to look like it was held by cherubs, with a small silver speaking podium in the centre, opposite the seats. The raised floor had three additional speaking areas, each with its own podium, set on carved balconies between the top and ground. One balcony to the right, second from the top, and two more slightly lower, one in the centre under the top podium and one to the left at the same level. Each balcony had stairs coming down to it from the top.

As they approached the seats, she noticed they were arranged for specific families, with names carved into the wood and family crests beside them. The audience was clearly divided into three sections, with empty seats in between and few areas for unaffiliated people. She noticed that the Alhazred clan was placed in the middle of the third section, right up to the very front.

Ophelia turned around and saw that most of the demihumans, outsiders, and more eccentric-looking people sat behind them. She also noticed a large balcony behind the seating area. It was entirely covered in black fabric, and when her eyes met it, she could hear the sounds around her grow muted and distant.

Feeling uncomfortable, she brought her eyes back to the room. In the middle was what she assumed was the religious faction, with many different priests gathered in larger groups. The one closest to the massive door they had walked in through was the noble faction, with more elegantly dressed people sitting in small groups.

She also saw the last few arrivals join them, apparently skipping the banquet. Sam waved at a blind woman who walked in with a group dressed in a strange mix of elegant clothing and animal skins. It was a group Ophelia felt strangely familiar with, but she couldnt piece it together from a distance.

Once everyone was seated, she heard a clear sound of a massive bell ringing somewhere. She didnt see the bell, and the sound seemed to come from all around her. The bell rang nine times, and while the last ring still vibrated in the air, the double-winged door a top the massive speaking platform opened, and a manto Ophelias surprisein jesters clothing walked in.

She furrowed her brow as he did flips, each movement accompanied by the jingling of the many bells on his clothing. He was dressed in all red with a strange at in the shape of a star, a small bell on each of the stars arms that rang with every movement. The man danced and jumped his way to the highest silver speaking platform. He looked at it as if he'd never seen anything like it before, then did a flip and landed on the railing in front of the platform. He put his hands on his hips and smiled, relaxed, despite the significant drop in front of him.

Heheheh, his laughter rang clear in the room. My lords and ladies, gathered in this hall, so many crownsbut watch out! Theyre prone to fall, he said with a smile after bringing his cupped hand to his mouth as if telling a secret.

You steer the world, mortals you elude. I? I tell truths, like a drunkard should. Remember this, before your war, theres no VIP list at the deaths door. So when you cry, The world will bow to thee! the graveyard coughs, Just leave your bones to me.

He then lowered himself, still balancing on the railing, his voice now more serious, no longer loud and jovial. This world now trembles, balanced on a blade. One law you sign decides whats built or flayed. Be brave enough to doubt your favourite schemes, and wise enough to feed the poor, not just your dreams. For Im the fool, and yet Ill say it plain: a leaders first and greatest trick is easing others pain.

He straightened himself, bringing the happy smile back on his face. Now start your talks. Ive jingled all I can. Just try, for once, to be wiser than this one man, he finished, pointing at himself, his last word ringing with an ominous tone.

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