The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 111 - The Future of Grey Nan

"Sister Rara..."

James glanced at Clara's trembling back. It is not easy to accept the passing of someone valuable in life. James had no idea why Clara was so saddened by Frederick Wayne's death, but all he could deduce was that the old man was considered valuable by Clara.

Since the rain had subsided, Clara and James had not moved from their positions. James remained standing behind Clara with a black umbrella. And Clara still faithfully persisted in embracing the empty wind, constantly weeping over her departure.

James is not flinching. He looked at King Willem who was lying not far from them, he was unconscious. If King Willem had lost like this, wouldn't that mean the war was over?

James hoped the war would end soon. He was reluctant to see the bloodshed out of revenge. Although he also knew, black magic became the biggest influence why war could break out.

James's views were turned back on Clara. The girl was trying to stand up by making her knees as a pedestal. His legs were shaking violently, he was still unable to stand. However, James was not moved to help Clara in the slightest.

James kept looking at Clara's movements, the girl limped towards the helpless body lying in blood. Since King Willem had not yet died, would Clara end this war by killing the main vanguard of the conflict?

Actually James felt a little guilty for leaving Valentina outside the Ranunculus border gate. He felt that it would be dangerous to bring Valentina here with him. Moreover, Vinca's combat troops were already on guard there.

James's real destination was the Palace or Wayne residence. At the very least, he needed to explore the current situation in Ranunculus in place of the Saw. For Ranunculus and Agapanthus themselves have done written cooperation with several agreements.

"What will Rara do?"

The fur of James's head immediately brushed. A black shadow could be seen through the tip of his eyes. Due to his swift movements, James only caught a glimpse of him.

Feeling the need to be vigilant, James placed his left hand on the sword hilt and shifted it slowly revealing a sword eye that did not come out completely. James's eyes moved wildly to and fro to find the black shadow.

"Where is he?"

At that time, the corner of James's eye managed to catch the shadow. He stood far away from her. He faced Clara, unfortunately Clara was not aware that there was another figure standing watching Willem.

"Sister Rara!"

Suddenly James shouted, he was afraid that the shadow would suddenly attack Clara. Because he had a feeling that the person behind the big robe was someone who should not be underestimated.

Clara flinched, she looked at James behind her with a questioning look.

The black shadow suddenly moved very quickly towards the two of them. Like the wind, he ran very fast then carried King Willem's sprawled body to his back. As fast as lightning, he disappeared without leaving a trace.

"Dam. He's ahead of us." Clara swears.

Clara lost her power to stand up. His body again staggered, this time fortunately there were both hands that focused his body so as not to fall to the ground.

James ran towards Clara who was turning pale. The girl's face really has no color now. In his heart he cursed himself. He thought, the war is not over because the shadow took King Willem before they could kill him.

James placed one of Clara's hands on her shoulder. Now Clara's weight point is centered on James entirely. It was a little risky for James to carry Clara on his back.

Actually, James was starting to be anxious to see Clara's condition was very bad. Starting from his left eye which was draining fresh blood, and slashing wounds all over his body. A miracle Clara can still breathe to this day.

Clara's left eye looked torn and wretched. There was no pain on his face. It was as if the girl had gotten used to getting those wounds. He only felt angry that Willem had managed to escape.

"Do you think that's his friend?"

James glanced at Clara. He himself did not know whether the shadow was in Willem's stronghold or not. But as far as he could see, he appeared to side with Freesia.

"Not knowing."

Clara exhaled violently. There was no significant sign of his mood changing, he was still holding back the bitter pill over Frederick Wayne's death. His face became sad. Clara did not know how to tell Eleanor about her husband's death. Maybe Clara will tell Hendrick. Clara is convinced that Hendrick will not go crazy after hearing the news of his father's death.

"How did you get past Vinca?"

"Ouh. There is Crown Prince Ranunculus there. And maybe Valentina is with him now. There's no way I'm bringing Valentina here, it's too dangerous."

Clara frowning. Feeling this was not a good thing when Hellen heard it. Soon Clara brushed off her bad thoughts. Right now, he had to rush to the Wayne residence or the Royal Palace to inform him that Willem had successfully retaken the other party.

"Where are we going now, Rara?"

"Take me to Wayne's. But if it is closer to the Royal Palace, it is better to go there. The red flag was raised. Maybe war will break out soon."

James nodded.

...❀...

"Has something happened in the palace?"

Hendrick looked at the messenger questioningly. Because, even though Vinca has closed access in and out, until now there has been no sign - a sign of war has been going on. Even Count Cheltics had gone to the Palace to deliver Rovers, maybe so.

"A white-robed man suddenly came and shouted the name of Mr. Frederick Wayne. The soldiers were already trying to drive the freak out. But. he was quite great and managed to evade the pursuit of the soldiers."

Hendrick rubbed his face violently. There was nothing else he wanted to do but shout the word 'tired' over and over again. Really, he was fed up with everything that happened today. Now it's getting late and everything is getting run down, amazing!

"And His Majesty the King asked me to come as my father's successor?" Ask Hendrick rhetorically.

The messenger nodded slowly, his gaze downward continuously. Feel reluctant to know how his boss is currently expressing. He knows Hendrick must have been furious half-dead. But he is here only as a messenger. There is nothing wrong with his presence.

"All right." Hendrick said with a riled face.

Hendrick took the royal robe and put it on. He stepped before the messenger to the Royal Palace. A dark horse was already in front of Wayne's residence with an aide to Frederick.

...❀...

"Hey, come on. meet me with that Ranunculus Sword Master that you all respect! That's all I want!"

King Ranunculus stared flatly at a man who whined asking to be reunited with Frederick Wayne. For whatever sake, he was eager to kick this man out of his palace. But what power, desire can not be realized because of the ability of the man who can not be underestimated.

"How many times have I told you! Frederick Wayne's on the border with Count Cheltics." The king answered, holding back the anger that was stirring within him.

Just now the white-robed man was willing to respond to the King's words. He jumped quite far from his current standing position when a sword was directed at him from behind.

Behind his hood, the man smiled after knowing someone who dared to point his sword at a time when not a single soldier was able to touch his strands of hair.

Count Cheltics frowned dislike. Why is it that when they speak of Frederick, his name is always dragged. It's not like he and Frederick are true friends so it's always juxtaposed.

Behind Count Cheltics, Rovers looked at her father. Because the existence of this mysterious man in white robes is really surprising. He was worried that the man would be sent by Freesia as a diversion as the enemy prepared for the next attack. Though they themselves are still not ready, waiting for the arrival of the troops of Agapanthus.

"Even though we're close, that doesn't mean you can think of us as familiar." Count Cheltics said sharply.

"Wow. The way you speak is becoming more like him. And you're still dodging your friendship that's been going on for a dozen years?" The man mocked Count Cheltics.

Rovers furrowed his brows. Although his voice was not really similar, but it felt like the voice sounded familiar in his ears. He had heard of it, but no matter where and when.

"Ho. the young man's face looked like Frederick." The man interrupted.

With the King, Rovers and Count Cheltics' gaze fixed on the newly arrived Hendrick with a royal robe attached to his body. His face looks tangled, it is certain that he actually refused to come here.

"I am his son." Hendrick replied briefly. Suddenly he felt amused himself for declaring himself the son of Frederick. Honestly, this was the first time he had said something like this.

"He~ Looks like time has gone by so fast. Until the cynical boy had a child. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm a grandfather now."

The man began to rummage indistinctly. Rovers' suspicions grew. I don't know, it's impossible for that guy to have grandchildren. Although not completely visible, this man does not seem to be that old.

"Quite base - the base. I'm here to replace my father. Just tell her what you want to say, let me tell her." Hendrick.

The man smelled his smile. "Are you really able to convey it?"

"Huh?" Hendrick frowned not understanding.

The man slowly walked over to Hendrick. He stood beside Hendrick and whispered to him. Because of his movements, Count Cheltics and Rovers positioned themselves when the man attacked.

"Are you sure your father will come back?" His whisper.

Hendrick's eyes widened. It's true what he said.

Will his father come back?

But, weren't his father and his enemy currently brothers-in-law? Can Hendrick hope the two of them come back without the slightest scuff? Is his hope impossible to grant?

You're coming back, aren't you?

...❀...

A starless night sky enveloped every region of the Herbras continent. His premonition is very bad now. George couldn't even close his eyes for a minute. Finally George decided to calm down by looking at the stars, unfortunately the stars did not appear tonight. The clouds blocked their beautiful rays.

"The war between Ranunculus and Freesia will soon break out. Is it impossible to stop?" George asked - asked.

A second later he realized something. The real thing played a big part in this war. Of course it was black magic that had run rampant throughout the continent. Even Hortensia is quite thick with black magic. George didn't know, his mouth was designed not to say much. He even has a hidden talent, which is to pretend not to know.

Ever since the incident of him being transformed into a weapon completely, George opened his eyes. He expanded it to become wider about the world. His narrow mind became more open. The world is not as simple as it seems.

Even something called destiny.

He can give, bring and take from you. Destiny is a mysterious theory. Even when people are asked about the definition of destiny, their answers will be different, even they do not know what destiny is.

BRUK!

George surprised. Suddenly he heard a voice falling around him. His gaze scanned around to find the source of the sound. George was a bit shocked when he saw a man fall with a bloodbath.

George approached him immediately. Since he was still a little traumatized by the blood and wounds, George kept his distance with the man. His hand moved slowly reversing the face of the man who was face down.

"You...!"

George screamed stifled. He retracted his hand after seeing the face of the man who had lost his life. In an instant, a large amount of black fog shot out from the man's body and moved towards the inner palace of the empire.

George's eyes swept around, following the direction of the black fog that was moving in one direction. He knows exactly what it is. The fog is black magic.

It was not too surprising for George to know that the amount of black magic in the man was more than that of a human in general. That indicates he is special. He may have been the heir to the powers of a cursed male witch in the past. Or, someone who was the heir actually gave him that power.

George stood back to the victim. His eyes stared intently at the person who was leisurely walking among the corpses of the soldiers. His demonic smile was the most frightening.

George was slightly unmoved, the terrifying aura that the person released was extremely disturbing to him. Awkward. Bizarrely. Not real. That's what George could tell him.

George was surprised when he saw clearly the face of the man. His teeth chattered, enduring the fear and anger that mixed into one. A feeling that makes him nauseous. Really, George doesn't want to deal with this anymore.

Yet...

"I almost ate my human side. This is why I hate interacting with others. Gradually I will be influenced by their good side and forget my mission in this life."

The man's voice sounded. George took a half-step back, the pressure he got from the man weighed heavily on him. It was as if a huge rock had been lifted but he was forced to stand still.

"How could you betray him..." Garrumphed Goerge.

The man smiled as sweetly as he could at George. But it only lasted for a moment, her sweet smile turned into a smile of a million meanings. Only he knew what that smile meant.

"I did not betray. From the beginning we were not on the same side. The young lady trusted me too much... I'm not feeling good."

George cringing. "Young Miss...?"

"Enough introductions. Think of my way, weapon." He said full of emphasis.

Does this guy have anything to do with the war that's about to happen? Why do I feel like he has something to do with all this?

"I'm not letting that happen!"

TB

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