Mark of the Fool

Chapter 646: The Alchemist and the Fool

Professor Jules looked at Alex like the only thing she wanted more than a strong drink was to simply crawl away.

I take it this is urgent, Mr. Roth? she said reluctantly.

A part of the young wizard wanted to scream that it wasnt and scurry away. That part wanted to present her with a long string of excuses and stall the conversation so he could hide for just a bit longer.

It desperately wanted things to remain the same: for his secret to stay with only his family, his close friends, and Baelin.

But he knew it was too late for that.

His secret was out.

It was time to face it.

Yes, its urgent, Alex said.

Professor Jules sighed, then nodded to the others. Alright, clear out and get some rest. Mr. Roth and I need to chat.

Those closest to Alex gave him a long look before saying their goodbyes and moving toward the door, leaving him alone with the professor. Most looked dead on their feet; theyd earned their rest. Theresa reached out, squeezing his hand, and giving him a small smile and a nod of encouragement.

The smile he returned was weak as she turned to go, shutting the door behind herself and Brutus.

Professor Jules eyes lingered on the door for a while before looking at Alex, her face barely hiding a frown. Forgive me, Mr. Roth, she said. But I am a little overloaded on bad news. Youll have to excuse me if I seem hesitant. Its been a long few weeks.

I get it, Alex leaned forward in his chair. His elbows rested on his thighs and he cupped his chin in his hands. Im pretty through with bad news myself. Butthis news iswell, its still badish. Its actually more complicated than bad, really.

Oh good. Because morecomplicated is exactly what we need, Professor Jules groaned. So what is it? Mr. Roth? What do you have to tell me?

Alex sighed, slowly unlacing his shirt.

Professor Jules eyes bulged. Mr. Roth, dont tell me you have some terrible injury you hid from the others.

No, its something else, he admitted, pulling back his shirt, revealing his right shoulder. Listen, just let me show this to you first. Process it. Then Ill answer any questions you have. I think youll probably have a lot.

Alright, she said, peering at him, her expression a mixture of curiosity, confusion, and dread.

Inhaling like he was taking his last breath, Alex dismissed the illusion on his shoulder.

The golden glow of the Mark of the Fool began to shine; first the jesters floppy hat appeared, then his wide grin, and finally, his pointy chin. In less than a second, the Mark of the Fool was there, grinning in his full glory, revealed to Professor Jules, no longer a secret.

For a while, she squinted at it with tired eyes. A tattoo? Why on earth

She trailed off.

Her eyes narrowed further, then bulged as she gasped: You is that what I think it is?

Alex slowly nodded. Yes.

By the gods! she cried, gripping her temples. I swear, life wont be satisfied until I have a stroke today! You are the Fool of Thameland? The missing Fool of Thameland?

Never missing. Alex shook his head. Just hidden.

And this Mark She frowned, searching her memories. You cannot fight, perform spellcraft or divinity, but it enhances learning in all other fields, if I remember correctly?

Yes.

She shook her head. This explains so much. Professor Ram was driving himself to distraction trying to reach you: he thought you were simply unengaged with his subject! Ive had professors who train battle mages wonder why you never took one of their courses, instead, you took Baelins insane curriculum! And your skill in alchemy!

Professor Jules slapped her forehead. Of course! You absorbed knowledge and techniques like you were born to them, but yet you showed deficiencies in your spellcraft! By all the deities in the world! Its soobvious!

Alex winced, praying she wouldnt consider his gifts cheating. Professor

She held up a hand, stopping his words. No. You said you would let me process, and then I could ask questions. Well, it is time I begin asking questions. I do not want to hear another word from you until you answer them. Is that understood?

Yes!

Good!

Professor Jules stared at him for a long moment before moving on. First, how do you cast spells? Then I want you to tell me who else knows. Then tell me everything about your journey to Generasi. I have the feeling that I am missing some key information in those departments.

Yes, professor.

Once again, Alex started talking, telling her everything.

By now, he could recite his story without thought, detailing his journey to the Rhinean Empire and Generasi, how he coped with the Mark as well as he did, why he chose the courses he had, his love of alchemy, and who else knew.

As he went on, Professor Jules expression grew darker and darker, like a thundercloud brewing on the horizon.

And when he finally finished, she looked ready to spring from her chair and strangle someone with her bare hands.

Alex thought his time had come.

And that is all of it? she asked.

Yes, he lied. Hed purposely left out the part where hed used her lab equipment behind her back. That was something he never, ever wanted to tell her, possibly even under penalty of death. Thats all of it.

Professor Jules let out a low growl like a wounded beast. Mr. Roth, I am absolutely livid.

Professor, Im sorry

For what?

Well, because youre angry with me

No, Im not.

What?

I am not angry with you, she insisted. I would be very immature if I were.

Alexs jaw dropped. I, I dont understand.

Mr. Roth, look at me. She met his gaze. What is the primary thing that I teach in all of my alchemy courses? The very first thing I teach to any new alchemist?

Safety? he offered.

Exactly. Because I do not believe that the barbaric practices of oldwhich have claimed countless livesshould be allowed to claim any more. I believe in safety standards, Mr. Roth. I believe in peer review. I believe in letting peopleespecially young peopleonly handle dangerous situations when they are equipped with knowledge and gear that will ensure their lives are not needlessly lost to accidents and carelessness.

She looked out the window. Its your church that angers me andto a lesser degreeyour god. Why would either of them think that its a good idea to send unprepared eighteen year olds into battle to face death with an entire kingdoms responsibilities on their shoulders. You are all so young. The lot of you.

Who? Alex asked.

You Heroes. It might be easy to forget that Hart is not even twenty yet, but the poor boy lived his childhood on battlefields from what I understand. If that wouldnt age someone beyond their years, I dont know what would. Look at Merzhin: I only met him today, but it hurt to look at him, Mr. Roth.

Alex winced. Because of his grief? He took Careys death even harder than the rest of us.

She shook her head. Because he looks even younger than the rest of you, except for his eyes. He has the face of a child, Mr. Roth, but the eyes of a tired, broken old man. Its terrible. And your situation is even worse: the church would have sent you into battle defenceless. Its monstrous! I know my thinking might be considered naive by those who take to war either by choice or need, but I do think we should do better for the next generation. And thats why I blame your church even more than your god.

Again, she growled. Uldar was an ancient being, by all standards. Of course his ways would be barbaric to us. But your church has existed for millenia: theyve had time to learn and be better. Your priests are scholars, and yet they gladly send defenceless children to their deaths every hundred years. Its no better than frightened kings sending their second and third progeny to be devoured by dragons. Its a terrible thing to do to children.

It is, Alex agreed, sighing with relief. Its cold-blooded, thats why I want to see these damn cycles end.

The professor sat in silence, quietly shaking her head.

Of course you do, Mr. Roth, but I must say something. I am rather hurt by your secrecy.

He flinched. Really?

Disappointed actually: it seems you trusted your cabal and Baelin, yet you thought you couldnt trust me with this? she asked. Am I really so untrustworthy a mentor? perhaps I am.

Tears welled up in her eyes. What kind of mentor am I? Amir gives aid to a demon-summoning monster. Miss London dies under my care. Then I find you did not trust me with your life-altering secret. Perhaps I need a sabbatical. Or retirement. I seem to be failing my pupils in crucial ways lately.

Listen, please dont think that for a moment, professor, Alex said. Im sorry I didnt tell you, but I just wanted as few people to know as possible. I had no idea when or how my secret might affect my friends and loved ones, so I only told people I had to. Butyou were always watching out for me and I should have let you know. Youve done a lot for me, and I wouldnt be here without you, he said, feeling a stab of guilt. I really just wanted to keep the number of people who knew as small as possible, but you had my life in your hands during the expedition. Youve only helped and tried to keep me safe and I didnt give you all the information you needed. And for that, Im sorry.

Indeed, she said. And Mr. Roth, answer truthfully: do you believe the attacks on the Research Castle and Miss London had anything to do with your secret?

No, he said confidently. Controlling dungeon cores seems to be what triggered those attacks against us.

I see. She nodded. I believe that makes sense since Miss London had no such Mark and was not only attacked, but ultimately kidnapped. But, I will tell you this, Mr. Roth; you should be thanking every deity you pray to that these tragedies didnt stem from you keeping that secret. If they did, we would be having an entirely different conversation. In the endas far as it seemsyour secret hurt no one. And

The alchemist pointed at his shoulder. telling others about that could have hurt you, your family, and your other loved ones. I dont think you were right to keep it from me, but I can see why you would want to keep such a secret from most.

Again, Im sorry, professor, Alex said, even as his his mind focused on her words:

And telling others about that could have hurt you, your family and your other loved ones.

What exactly would be gained by him confessing that hed used her equipment behind her back. In a way, he might gain a clearer conscience by unburdening himself. He could absolve himself if he told her everything right now.

But would that help, or hurt.

it would hurt her and her trust in him, while complicating things for the expedition. They needed to be a team going forward. He wasnt sure if holding back was the ethical thing to do, but hed have to live with his decision, and once again, he resolved hed be keeping that secret to the grave.

Now, I suppose you told me this because your secrets been exposed? Professor Jules asked.

Yes, Alex said. Both the strikeforce and the hidden church know. Its only a matter of time before someone in the church or nobility finds out.

And Baelins not here. Damn that old goat. Professor Jules muttered. Of course he has to be away at such a crucial time! Ofcourse he does! The board has been leading the university, but we need him back. Dead gods and ancient legacies are his strengths, not mine.

I know, Alex said. I wish he was here too. But, I understand he has to do what he has to do.

Yes, but he should have left a way for us to contact him! That damned old goat! she cursed Baelin again. Traipsing off to who knows where. Only the stars can reach him now!

Yeah, I Alex paused, studying Jules carefully.

Only the stars can reach him now.

Why those words?

Why those words?

Alex decided to take a gamble.

Yeah, he said. Who knows what world hes on now.

Of course! she moaned. Whichever world it the professor trailed off, looking shocked. Wait. Mr. Roth, do you mean to tell me that you know

She was choosing her words carefully.

He decided to finish her sentence for her. that there are other worlds populated like ours is? Ya, Ive been to a couple. Have you?

Yes, she admitted. Does Baelin know you know?

Yesdoes Baelin know you know?

...yes, she said slowly.

So we both knowand Baelin knows we know. But he didnt tell either of us that the other one knows, he reasoned out.

Jules was silent for a very long time. Then she stood up and went toward a cabinet. I need a drink. How about you, Mr. Roth?

Just give me the whole damn bottle.

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