Reincarnated as a random race, of course I got goblin.

Chapter 63 - Divine Champion: Death

Solitary Confinement
"The Jester" POV

"You've got to be joking." I blurt out. "Me? The Champion of Death?" 

"I am not. As an Envoy, I am physically unable to tell lies." The man responds. He'd shown up in my cell, seemingly from nowhere. He wasn't there, I blinked, and there he was. That sudden. Claims he's the Divine Envoy of Death, Grim. 

"You are quite aware that I am a criminal? One working for the one man that has managed to defy your Divine?" I am having a hard time believing this. It is true that my Stats have risen quite drastically since that Duel with the strange woman, but to think it was because I was awakening as a Champion is absurd.

"I think it is for that reason Abyss has chosen you. The Stakes you set... regardless of the outcome, the people being fought over would be spared death. That sets you apart from others in your line of work." The Envoy adjusts his cloak. He seems particular about it covering his right arm. He then continues.

"Normally, you wouldn't even be a candidate. However, that Duel changed your Fate. If it had not been for that woman you dueled, you'd be dead by now." Grim stares me right in the eyes with his left eye. The other is covered by a thick curtain of hair. An icy, sinking feeling hits me as he procures a hand-mirror from somewhere.

"Hold this. It shows the intended Fate of the one who holds it." Handing me the silver mirror, he looks away, as if this is intended for my eyes only. As I grab it, a red thread manifests, connecting my wrist to a socket placed in the handle. I try yanking at the thread, but my hand passes through.

I glance nervously from the thread to Grim, who seems a touch impatient. Hesitantly, I look into the mirror. My face is reflected in it, but as I keep looking, my reflection distorts and warps. Once settled, I see myself facing Agathe, the Nail of the Index. 

Voices murmur from the mirror, it's hard to hear properly. I focus deeper, and before I know it, I stand behind myself within Agathe's study. The old woman, probably the oldest Aurellium member save for the Noble themselves, glares with hate-filled eyes at the second me.

"Foolish girl! Did you really think your little stunt would go unnoticed? Leveraging favors withing the organization to gather the necessary manpower for it, forgoing or ignoring protocol, and putting all involved in considerable danger?" She spits, her voice deep and grating, owing to her lifetime abuse of Mageleaf.

"I-" The second me begins, but is cut off by the sudden appearance of an Iron Spike, jutting out of the floor, barely grazing her nose as it does so. "Don't you dare. You should just be thankful there was nothing lost." Agathe hisses as she lowers her hand. Second me's hands shake. Oh, I know that feeling all too well. I can see where this ends...

"Don't you look down on me!" Second me shouts, sidestepping another Iron Spike. "Withered old hag, you wouldn't even be able to take advantage of an opportunity like that if Aurellium themselves told you to!" Reaching out a hand, it is pierced by a third Iron Spike, though the Spell goes off regardless.

A Wind Blade cleaves through the desk that was between her and Agathe, before severing the Nail's right arm. Second me laughs hysterically, completely lost in between the hatred of having her carefully laid plan be undone and the pain of being skewered on an Iron Spike.

Unable to move, she cannot avoid the Tendon that bursts into the room to assist Agathe, and is cut down by a Gravel Cannon ripping her body apart with its innumerable rocks hurled at great velocity. 

Just as the second me dies, I'm back in my cell. The red thread is gone, and the mirror just shows my reflection. It's pale, forehead beaded with sweat. I breathe heavily, hands shaking as I hand the mirror back to Grim. I can see now why he didn't want to watch.