The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory

Chapter 114 - Symbol of Death

"Wahaha! They seem to be on standby, huh? I'm not surprised, Freesia won't waste it."

Hendrick glared, the mysterious figure in the white robe was already behind him and Rovers. He did not know the whereabouts of the Count Cheltics and King Ranunculus right now, perhaps they were preparing for the formation as well to face the enemy.

"It's nearing the end, isn't it?"

Rovers turned his head when he saw the silhouette of Vester running towards him. The two men seemed to be exchanging information, Hendrick himself did not care about their chat.

The white chrysanthemum in his hand grew firmer, until the petal was broken and completely shapeless. In his heart he kept calling - calling the names of the father and the woman he loved. Ask them if they are alive to this day.

"If Miss Scoleths comes upon me at Ranunculus. Surely he'll slap me for making him worry, because I ran away without giving him a message." The mysterious man muttered again.

Now Hendrick's gaze was shifted to him when he heard Clara's name called, "Do you know that?"

"certain. Because I was once the chef for him and the ruler of that greatest region."

The man smiled behind the hood of his robe. Both of his hands moved to reveal the hood that had kept most of his face closed since then. The eyes of Rovers and Hendrick were perfectly rounded, they knew who the person before them was now.

"YOUR MAJESTY THE LRAIGHT KING?!"

...❀...

"Ohatsyuu!"

James looked anxiously at Clara who had been sneezing. They don't care if Edmond and Valentina find out where they're hiding. Even though the man was in the other side.

"Is Rara sick?"

"It looks so." Clara rubbed her nose which drained the slimy liquid.

"Weather like this does allow Kak Rara to get sick, anyway. Wanna use my cape?" Rose James.

Clara shook her head, "Let's you get cold. It's okay, I also have my own cloak."

SRETT

Clara's heart was pounding with anxiety, a sword almost slicing her neck. James stared cross-eyed at the culprit and prepared to also pull out his sword.

"Stop James. This man is just doing his job as Vinca's heir." Clara calmed James down and glanced at the cynical perpetrator. "I'm right, right, Edmond Southbayern?"

"Maybe we'll be different from here."

Edmond sighed softly, feeling disinclined to slash the beautiful neck of this crazy killer. She won't forget that this girl is the hardest-to-touch antique in all of Hortensia. It was not allowed for him to kill Clara Scoleths.

"You're right."

Clara spoke formally. Standing up then cleaned her dress that was exposed to dust and soil.

"So, please stay away from Valen from now on. Well, at least until this conflict subsides." Cynical Clara.

Somehow he started not being able to speak in a friendly tone to Edmond. It was as if all the events that happened in Agapanthus were just a past wind. Cool language, yesterday friend today opponent.

Edmond gasped, as did Valentina. The girl is falling more and more into grief, will the love of the two fail like when she fell in love with Prince Ranunculus?

"You're not wrong..."

After a moment of silence, Edmond finally spoke. He just confirmed what Clara had proposed. Because indeed from the beginning of his pursuit of love for Valentina is wrong. He should have realized, they were kicking guns at each other.

"Don't go..." Lirih Valentina's.

With a face full of tears, Valentina looked at Edmond who looked full of regret.

"No, don't do that. Don't walk away from me..."

Valentina's voice is getting harder to hear. Edmond looked at her with tenderness, giving the girl he loved a smile of happiness. For the girl to know, that this farewell must not leave its mark.

"Goodbye, Miss Love."

...❀...

"I thought he was dead."

Hendrick snorted when he found out his eyes were not looking wrong. The problem was strange when he saw someone who had been announced dead standing in front of him with a healthy body, even he looked youthful.

"He's your grandfather, and he's alive. It turns out my eyes have no problem at all."

Different from Hendrick who admits his eyes are healthy - healthy only. On Rovers' side, the man was still frozen in disbelief. If his father was here, his reaction would not be much different from Rovers.

"How is His Majesty still alive?"

Lraight chuckled, "Because I didn't die in the first place."

Hendrick.

"Oh? You still don't understand? Let me explain."

The man with the rank of Duke twitched in annoyance as Lraight instead casually sat on the floor. No matter the circumstances outside, where there are a lot of soldiers ready to attack them. So Hendrick won't get too dissolved in Lraight's explanation or he'll die on the spot.

"Actually, I was the one who made Clara Scoleths bought by Freesia. Hehehe~ Freesia did not initially know if there was a weapon that stored Hortensia. And because I needed to, I leaked this matter to Freesia and they showed interest. You two can guess what happened after that. Yep! Freesia had a long discussion with Hortensia until they got the crazy weapon." Papar Lraight's.

Hearing Lraigt's dizzying explanation, Rovers found it increasingly difficult to say anything. He felt dizzy not because he did not know, but too much information he got during this day. Even the day was not over and his head was forced to be crammed with other info.

"That's what I did so I could kidnap Clara Scoleths so easily. I don't want to deal directly with Hortensia, it's too horrible. Ah, and lucky I got help from Frederick back then."

Hendrick frowned, "Didn't my father really want Clara Scoleths and His Majesty to help him?"

"Ho. Basically what we want is the same, that's why the cooperation between us can be established. I salute him. He's a young man who keeps his promise." Lraight nodded - nodding her head.

"Promise?"

"Your! He had a teacher executed. The teacher was dead before leaving a message to Frederick. And when she was married to Eleanor, she carried out her teacher's last message."

"What kind of message is that?"

Lraight smiled mysteriously, looking at Hendrick who had a look so similar to Frederick. Perhaps his similarity to Eleanor was almost nonexistent.

"Give freedom to the weapon."

TB

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