The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 103 - The Hidden Revenge

"ARGHA!"

Clara ducked in pain, while holding her left eye that had a stab wound, the wound was so deep that the thick red liquid from her eye continued to flow. The sword he was holding had already fallen due to Clara's reflexes.

Clara continued to grimace withstanding the pain that had hit her eyes. From her right eye, Clara could see blood continuously dripping down on the surrounding ground.

"Is this not curable with black magic?" Frederick hissed in annoyance, looking intently at King Willem. He stood in front of Clara, alert when King Willem again gave a surprise attack.

"The black magic incised wounds, not healed them." Clara replied in annoyance, her left hand still holding the dam of blood that kept pouring out.

"Squeaky. Why would he attack my left eye when my right eye is closer to being attacked?"

This time Clara had begun to calm down, because at first she was hysterical because she had first been injured in the face. She tore off her lacy dress, tying a piece of cloth to her left eye so as not to bleed more severely.

"He's mocking you!"

Clara said, Frederick never knew where to throw his dark joke. At a time like this if Frederick dies it's his fault, because it's more play than trying to finish off the enemy.

"You forget if it's two against one. If we lose, it's your fault! It's embarrassing when we're rocking but we're also the losers." Sneaking Clara, his hand reached for the sword he had dropped.

"Do I want to move forward again?" Ask Clara cynically.

"Don't. How about you get scratched and my son get revenge on me too? That's enough people..." Frederick looked at King Willem who was throwing away a knife covered in blood.

Frederick was one step ahead of Clara. He drew his sword at King Willem who had cleaned Clara's blood from her armor and clothes.

"You didn't forget it was not that King Willem's abilities became rapid due to black magic? You can also be knocked down easily with black magic. So, don't let your guard down."

"I knew. I currently need another 'yourself' to kill him. Can you guys exchange?"

"I will try. Negotiating with him is not easy, he's quite a dissident."

Frederick smiled sinisterly, his ears itchy. "That means he's a great version of you. You're equally wild and dissident."

"H-H!"

Clara clucked, staring at Frederick's back who was getting further away. Clara had just wanted to protest with her ridicule, but Clara realized that now was not the right time for this stale joke.

Clara closed her eyes.

Claire's? Where are you, Claire?

[Why is the Master so intensely looking for me? I'm not a royal fugitive like Master. Because from the beginning I was just a parasite on a tree trunk.]

You're not a parasite, Claire! You are you! Never mind, there's something you need to do.

[What do I need to do? Is Master still difficult to adapt to the killing ability inherited by Clara Scoleths? You look more like Lyserith now.]

What's?! So you know that I, Clara and Lyserith are the same soul with different bodies?

[Of course. That's why I didn't protest too much when Master entered Clara Scoleths' body at will. If Clara Scoleths is the reincarnation of Lyserith. Thus the Master is the reincarnation of Clara Scoleths.]

No wait a minute! Aren't Clara and I the reincarnation of the White Rose Girl.

[It was a mistake Master. Clara Scoleths should have died after I drank the poison and reincarnated as Master. But the Master instead came to this time and changed the position of Clara Scoleths. This difference in time space can happen.]

Different timeline, yeah... What about the novel I read? Isn't that an original story in this world?

[That's right Master. But someone's already sabotaging the future. Master, that future is not just one. Every little event will have an effect on the future, what will happen. This is what is called the butterfly effect. The flapping of the wings of a fragile butterfly is not necessarily impossible to be a storm.]

Who would dare to do it?

[It was all Lavoisier.]

DEG

Clara's heartbeats raced faster after hearing Lavoisier's so-called. Clara recalls that someone said that she was the only surviving descendant of Lavoisier.

"Don't don't don't don't he..."

Why would he do that?

[For revenge. This person was trying to stop the grudges that continued to flow on the Herbras continent in various ways. Rampant black magic was the main reason. But I'm not entirely sure about the reason, because Emperor Sieg didn't tell me much more.].

Even Emperor Sieg knew?! What is this?! Lavoisier has messed things up. The messy grooves, the pent-up grudges, even the growing black magic.

Claire, please replace my consciousness.help me fight King Willem. At least help the old man, he wants me to pay for the six years I spent at Wayne's. You are also myself...

[Heard the Master pleading like that. I remember Clara Scoleths. He had also done the same thing as Master did now.six and a half years ago.].

Clara knew that, surely Clara Scoleths begged Claire when Frederick and King Lraight kidnapped her. But their intentions were discovered, and there was a clash between King Willem and the Freesians against Frederick and King Lraight.

Clara Scoleths was unable to help people who wanted to pull her out of the golden cage. Feeling that her life would be better if she joined them, Clara Scoleths begged for her consciousness to be replaced with Claire's.

Claire is reluctant at first to help because it is not the time that Clara Scoleths' consciousness turns to her. But Clara Scoleths was getting more urgent after seeing King Lraight stabbed by King Willem.

Claire then agrees, and the end of the kidnapping incident is a massacre committed by Claire. Not long ago Frederick also knew that the perpetrator of the massacre six years ago was a person in Clara, Claire.

[I will help you, Master.]

Clara smiled happily, but her head was suddenly attacked by dizziness. Clara's consciousness slowly - the land vanished.

The wind was getting louder, a sign that it was getting late. However, the battle between the weapons and Frederick against King Willem was not over. No one wants to lose, everyone is fighting hard to be able to drop each one.

Clara's closed eyes are now open. His sapphire eyes turned into a lapis lazuli color, darkening even more as the black magic continued to be absorbed unknowingly by his body. Now Claire has taken over Clara's consciousness, her master.

How shocking, Claire was flabbergasted by the sight before her. Just now he had a discussion with his master, spending minutes as the topics between them were always finding new branches.

Claire shut her mouth in disbelief. His eyes widened, feeling that he was now too late. Claire's hand clasped tightly onto the handle of her sword.

BRACKET

A body drenched in blood fell far in front of Claire. There was a large wound extending from his chest to his digestive organs. Even so, Claire saw that the body could still make small movements. The blood continuously flowing from his body made a small puddle of deep red, extremely viscous with a fishy smell.

"I... late?"

...❀...

When Clara was still negotiating with her inner person. Frederick was busy buying time for Clara. He continuously rained down on King Willem with his attacks. But Frederick was now embarrassed by the title of Sword Master he had.

King Willem was always able to fend off his attacks. Frederick's stamina continued to drain, very different from King Willem who looked fresh. It was as if he could serve Frederick until dawn. But his opponent cannot be like that.

Is it black magic? Why did magic become so troublesome?! I hate that black magic... Teachers too, right?

Frederick prepared to withstand another sword attack from King Willem. Because they've only been buying and selling attacks. Frederick arranged his horses so that he could survive.

SRETT!

Wh-what-?!

In one blink, King Willem pulled the collar of Frederick's clothes and pulled it closer. King Willem's left hand continued to grip Frederick's collar so firmly that Frederick felt suffocated by it.

STAB

"Guah...!"

King Willem's sword easily pierced through Frederick's digestive organs, the man wanted to scream in pain but his voice felt stifled. King Willem pulled his sword up so Frederick got a cut extending to his chest.

A drop of blood came out of Frederick's mouth as he coughed. Frederick's eyes were wide open, like an undead. But Frederick still felt his body, he wasn't numb. Damn himself, even though Clara is still in place and there are no signs of transitioning consciousness.

Frederick swerved sharply at King Willem. The sword in Frederick's grasp came loose, he took King Willem's collar back and banged his forehead on King Willem's forehead. So hard it made King Willem's flat expression disappear, blood flowed from the brow of the two of them then filled the face.

"Rescious Willem! You've been blinded by the grudge in your heart! The black magic is increasingly swallowing itself into the darkness..." Frederick said his sentence with great emphasis.

"Speaking what nonsense am I?! The kidnapper." King Willem's cold voice finally sounded back. He was really like the demon's possessed when fighting just now because of the grudge in his heart.

King Willem retracted his sword and threw it in any direction. Now he gripped Frederick's collar with both hands. From the look of his eyes it could be concluded that he had really fallen into his grudge too deeply.

King Willem kicked Frederick's limp and paled. As his power was running out, Frederick could only accept King Willem's kick. Frederick's body fell to the ground, his body began to numb.

Frederick felt his consciousness being wrenched. His eyes began to shut, he was reluctant to close his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy. Faintly Frederick could hear the voice of a woman screaming.

Lea...

Frederick's eyes closed slowly - the ground. While a young girl with a snow-white mane and an iris lapis lazuli ran towards herself lying limp.

"SIR FREDERICK!!!"

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