Ahem… ahem.
"So… what do you think?"
He surprised them with a calm voice, a terrifying smile spreading across his small face.
Who would have thought a little child could become a man… and worse, that he'd spotted the clown's ghost beside him.
"What do you want?" Jester asked , raising his hand, his face serious.
"Hmm… hmm… don't you know… what do you expect? Being a bounty hunter in a room like this… isn't hunting the natural thing to do?"
Jester turned his back on Blue, thinking he could maneuver and take advantage of Blue's nonchalant persona. Cleverly, he tossed everything in his hand as a feint, trying to lower Blue's guard. Then, with a heel strike, he lunged at Blue's eggs— but Blue dodged as if he had anticipated it.
With a kick, Blue sent Jester flying into the air, then planted his right foot on his head and kicked the other two with his boot; the initial force staggered him. Then, violently, he drove his boot into Jester's mouth, causing blood to spill and making it hard to breathe.
Blue smiled mockingly:
"Look at yourself… Jester. If you liked shining shoes, at least you could've opened a shop!"
Then his voice turned cold:
"Do you think I don't hunt scum like you?"
Jester, despite the blood and blows, laughed hysterically — his voice mixing with blood and groans, as if he relished his own suffering. But that laughter was only a mask; Blue could see through it every weakness and every fake challenge.
Blue continued to beat him mercilessly; each move peeled away another fragile layer of Jester, with no mercy. Blood and wounds sprayed, the screech of boots on the floor filling the room with a terrifying sound.
A kick hit Jester's shoulder and knocked him down; he groaned but tried to grab anything to stop his fall. Blue stepped closer, raised his foot and kicked his thigh, then grabbed his arm and yanked him up violently.
Velmoro stood at a safe distance, his eyes burning red, watching motionless. He knew that if he intervened, Blue would show no mercy, and his own life wouldn't be guaranteed. The feeling of helplessness was killing him, but he forced himself to remain silent, watching a living nightmare unfold before him.
Jester, despite the pain, didn't stop laughing. His laughter was no longer mere glee but the echo of madness seeping from his core. Each of Blue's strikes exposed more layers of his fragile mind, making him bolder.
Blue whispered in a cold voice:
"Don't laugh… I've cast a spell that silences sounds around this place."
He sat in front of him steadily and murmured:
"All right… let's see how much you can take…"
At that moment, Velmoro felt something shift in the air, as if the scales were tipping and control was gradually passing from Jester to Blue.
Then Jester lifted his head, smiling, his eyes glittering with madness and control:
"Your presence here now… means only one thing… you want something from me, don't you?"
"You also didn't kill Velmoro , and he's still alive… so what do you want from me?" he said sharply.
Blue smiled coldly:
"I've been watching you since I entered the tavern… I could have killed you both easily… but I didn't. No — that means one thing… I want something from you."
He stepped so close that his face was almost inches from Jester's, his voice cold as ice:
"You… you have a keen mind for a clown. But don't confuse intelligence with survival… I want to see everything you have… all your tricks, all your performances… everything that drives you mad… you'll put your madness to work for me."
Jester laughed, despite the blood and pain:
"Ah… you want entertainment? Fine… I'll give you a show worth it!"
Blue turned his head, smiling slyly, and said clearly:
"The reason I didn't kill you is because I need you for my plan. You'll help me hunt Cardinal Ambrose Valerius."
Ambrose is a villain who creates copies of himself through rituals and spreads them across cities. There's a bounty of 250,000 gold coins on one of his copies. Each copy has a different name and appearance, but they all follow his blind orders.
"We'll go in; you'll create chaos and confuse people — he plays on their expectations. His headquarters will be surrounded by disorder and confusion. I'll assassinate him, and in return I'll let you both go. You have no choice but to accept."
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Reader's archive:
Dr.Blue(MoriartyRezk) — The Bounty Hunter of the Blue Phoenix Flame
Blue is a man with pitch-black hair and piercing blue eyes. He is the second protagonist of the story — calm in appearance, sharp in thought, and seemingly cold in emotion. Yet he is not devoid of feeling; he chooses to direct it toward a single goal: results. A master bounty hunter skilled in tracking treasures and impossible targets, he carries a reputation that inspires both fear and respect.
Power: Blue Phoenix Flame (mystery)
Medical Expertise: Elite Doctor:
Beyond his combat abilities, Blue is an elite-level doctor. His medical knowledge is extensive and unmatched — from advanced battlefield surgery to precise healing techniques, he can treat severe injuries, manage complex trauma, and even perform life-saving interventions under extreme conditions. This expertise makes him extraordinarily self-sufficient in dangerous situations and allows him to protect valuable allies, stabilize critical targets, or manipulate outcomes in ways most hunters cannot. His medical mastery also plays a strategic role in his operations, minimizing loss of life while maximizing mission success.
Moral Stance: Neither Good Nor Evil
Blue does not see himself as a conventional moral hero — he is neither good nor evil. His decisions are judged by effectiveness and outcome, not ideals. Sometimes he saves lives because it serves his plan; sometimes he kills without mercy because the cost is lower than letting a target continue. This ethical neutrality makes him enigmatic and terrifying to others: he does not believe in fate or mercy for their own sake, only in results.
Operational Summary
Blue is a practical, cold hunter: he combines precise, controlled flames, medical expertise for tactical flexibility, and a cool, calculated mind that measures every step by cost and benefit. His presence turns chaos into a tool, and every mission he undertakes is defined by one principle: accomplish the goal with minimal losses — no moral justification, just precise execution.