Fortune Turns

Jester Karture felt that someone must have cast a curse on him. He had been far too unlucky lately.

Unfortunately, those skilled in purification magecraft were all from the Holy Church. He would probably get beaten the moment they met.

Besides, as a Dead Apostle, even brushing against purification magecraft would likely feel terrible. Otherwise, he would have gone to a church to receive a purification baptism.

Jester Karture had also been caught up in that battle within the dream barrier, except he had fought alone.

After finally waiting for the barrier to be lifted and seeing the Pale Rider being driven away, Jester Karture felt that his chance had come.

Dragging his injured body along, he found the Pale Rider that had lost its Master and tried to form a contract with it, only to be rejected.

The tone of its refusal was like saying, "I am the Pale Rider, a calamity from Revelation. What the hell are you, thinking you can contract with me?"

"My Master can only be Tsubaki Kuruoka. What level are you even at, trying to latch onto me?"

Unfortunately, Jester Karture's bacterial babble was not advanced enough for him to understand what it meant.

Along the way, he had also run into the priest Hansa Cervantes. Already severely wounded, he had lost another life to the man.

What angered him most was that bastard had actually used him as a prop in a competition.

Jester Karture would never forget those words: "Taking out one life means you're one behind that little Assassin girl. Take out two more and you'll overtake her."

He was a noble Dead Apostle, yet he had been treated like a competition prop. This was utterly intolerable.

Jester Karture continued tailing the Pale Rider. No matter what it did, it could