The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 115 - Herbras Vibration

"Valen?"

Valentina still does not budge despite Clara or James many times mentioning her name. The girl remained lulled in her thoughts, lamenting every single thing that had just happened.

He felt the bitterness of his heart.

Sorry, that won't be enough for now. That's why Edmond regretted all the sweet words he ever said to Valentina.

"Why should I love...? Is this not just a wasted feeling? It's a waste of my time..."

Valentina's voice sounded great. She clutched her dress. A single tear had slid down every corner of his face. He hated this same situation repeated.

"Love is not a waste."

James gently clenched his cousin from behind. Really, he could accept the heartbreak if it happened to him. But not for Valentina. At least not for the second time. This girl is not that strong, she is very fragile even just to touch.

"If someone you love cries for you, smiles for you, is angry for you and happy because of you. Then you should be thankful that you love her..."

Clara's stunned. He had not expected the cool words to come out of the mouth of a man even younger than him. If it was her, Clara would have said something that calmed her down.

Our ways are different, anyway...

Valentina fell silent, touching James's perfectly round hands around his neck. Valentina then shed her tears there, no matter how ugly she is right now. All he did was cry and keep crying.

"You know? Love is like the ocean. Very deep and unpredictable. The more you're immersed in love, the more you'll know the wider world than you've ever seen."

Hearing him, made Clara smile bitterly.

Thas right. If you drown in the ocean too deep, you will get lost and choose despair.

...****...

"Have you felt better?"

Valentina nodded softly as Clara asked him. The white girl gave him water to calm down. Valentina's situation was concerning just now, who could not bear to see it.

"I'll check the situation outside the forest. May no enemy stand by."

Clara steps away leaving James to look after Valentina. It's a little risky to keep going without knowing the situation in every corner of the forest. Since they had just passed Edmond, it meant that there was a possibility that they were guarding around the forest.

James sat next to Valentina, staring at the silhouette of Clara getting into the dark forest.

"Sister Rara is a brave girl. A little different from you and Allen." Chirps James.

Valentina was annoyed, the name Hellen still sensitive to his ears. Moreover, the end of this girl also became his rival as a friend of Clara Scoleths. It felt the frustration of Valentina who had muffled, backfired.

"I heard he's a Freesian weapon."

DEG!

Valentina was aghast, she stared intently at James as if in disbelief. But James even showed a relaxed face as if he did not see Valentina's hindering expression now.

"Are you lying?" Ask Valentina sharply.

"If it's a lie. Then I'd rather find out the truth first before discussing it with you."

James leaned his body against the tree trunk. Today he was a bit tired, now it was too late. His body began to collapse and lost a lot of stamina. Unfortunately, since coming to Ranunculus he has not eaten anything.

Valentina silenced. His mouth was perfectly closed. James couldn't lie to himself. On the Goat alone did not dare, let alone on this female cousin.

"How did you know that?"

James was silent for a moment, recalling the figure full of charisma that passed him as he rode a horse to Ranunculus. James couldn't possibly forget it, because the man was a 'big guy' from neutral territory.

"There's someone, you don't need to know."

Valentina grunts faintly. As time went on, James became more and more good at hiding things from him. Even when James likes Hellen. He was too adept at covering it up so Valentina noticed too late. Different from the conscious Ra from the beginning.

"Do I know him?"

Valentina is still trying to extract information from James.

"You don't know him. But you know who he is."

"Is he a good brother?" Ask Valentina.

"Hm?"

"Clara Scoleths."

Valentina looked at the place without the moonlight that Clara had just passed. James also stared at her as Valentina started talking about Clara. The deadly beauty.

"He's not my brother." James chuckles.

Valentina glanced at James for a moment.

"However, when he asked you to call him Sister Rara, you followed him without protest. And until now you haven't changed your call to her."

James' laughter stopped. That's right Valentina said. Clara only asked for it once while they were gathering. And somehow he even kept calling her that until now.

"...I like to call him that. Nor did he protest how I called him." James replied after a pause in his sentence.

"So"

The ground they were poking suddenly shook violently. James immediately propped up Valentina so the girl wouldn't fall and hit the tree next to her.

"Why is there an earthquake?!"

In his heart, James continued to curse in annoyance. Clara hasn't returned and now there's an earthquake. This is no better than being blindly attacked by an enemy.

"Hey, James."

"What?!" Ask James. His tone sounded annoyed, he hated the continuous misfortune that befell him.

"Is it just my feeling or is it foggy tonight?"

"Dam."

...****...

"Claire? Can you still survive?"

[It's a bit difficult, Master. The man was hoarding so much black magic. I'm very burdened here.]

Clara's eyebrows melted in confusion. After successfully absorbing King Willem's grudge, he knew that his body was now in the worst condition. Plus Claire doesn't seem to be able to withstand all that black magic for much longer.

"Omong - by the way, what will happen when you detonate the black magic you've absorbed?"

Clara cut the grass around her with her beloved rose sword. Honestly, he felt it was a pity to use it just to slash the weeds. But the sword he used just now could not cut anything because it was rusty.

[I will die and the Master will replace me to sustain him.]

Clara suddenly stopped.

[If the Master is also unable to withstand it or cultivate it. Then the black magic will explode and return to its owner.]

Owner?! You mean the male witch of the past that Jean told you about?

"Ugh..."

Clara was about to step back, but her body suddenly faltered as the ground began to tremble. Clara lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"What's? The earthquake..." Clara said worriedly.

The problem was that he left James and Valentina far behind him just so he could check the enemy's position. He did not take into account this natural disaster. Clara so please be anxious about the two of them.

Clara was about to run back down the road she had just walked. But in his view, the path disappeared and all he could see now was a smog.

"Why is there a sudden fog here?!" Pissed Clara.

Goody. Now how do I catch up with the two of them?

[Master, this is bad.]

"Why?"

[Looks like he's back.]

"Who do you mean?!"

[Crater de'Lavoisier.]

Whose name is that? I've read that name, but where?

...****...

"Urgh...!"

A silver unraveling youth groaned in pain, his eyes opened slowly only to stare at the thick white mist that enveloped the entire corner.

He woke up in a state of shock, palpating around him where there was a thick liquid in the corner of the floor. George frowned, he endured the nausea from inhaling the smell of rancid where - mana.

"Oh yeah, Clara?!"

"I hope he's okay - napa."

As far as he could remember, he found a body thrown from inside the palace. Then he met someone familiar and foreign to him. Because George gets in his way, they end up in a fight. George bet, he suffered a defeat from that guy.

George jerked. He squinted his eyes, hoping to see more clearly even though the thick fog blocked him. Looking for the point where he found his body lying.

"Jean?!"

George exclaimed as his hand grabbed a man in his butler outfit. A bodyguard as well as a servant of the great emperor.

When George intends to touch her cold body, Jean's eyelids move to open. George squealed happily, he felt there was still hope for Jean to survive.

"No, Mr. George."

"Huh?" George looked at Jean in wonder.

"This is my end. I'm happy to see Avrim soon." Jean said in a loud voice.

"Speak what are you?! You're special to Clara too. You should have held on for him much longer. Don't make him feel lost, then miss you..." George's volume shrank.

"When I was about to leave too, you held me back."

Jean was silent, she closed her eyes slowly. "Where is His Majesty now?"

"Let's go. I don't know."

"Maybe Your Majesty is catching up with Miss right now. Your Highness the guy's worried about Miss, that's so sweet." Jean breathed a heavy breath. "Unfortunately, they haven't been together yet..."

"It's that easy?"

"Hehe. many want Miss, anyway."

George felt that Jean's body was gradually becoming transparent. It appeared that he was starting to turn into purple tulip petals. Fly with the night wind and disappear disguised fog.

George looked up at the night sky. Again, he found a fomalhout alone in the night sky. It seems that fomalhout is mocking him because George is also lonely, alone without anyone accompanying him.

A single eyelid of a purple tulip was caught by the corner of his eye. George's eyes squinted, his eyebrows fused together. He was mourning, but he wasn't crying.

"Even at the end of the day, you're loyal to him."

TB

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