The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 116 - The War in the Fog

"This thick fog shortens my distance of vision."

Hendrick snorted in annoyance as he slashed at the empty air, actually what he wanted to slash was the fog so as not to get in the way. Unfortunately it took some time until Hendrick realized what he was doing was in vain.

Not to mention the reappearance of King Lraight. Rovers seemed to have lost her soul, she herself could not bear to preach this to her father. Rovers still knows himself, now is not the time for reunions.

While Rovers watches Lraight. The man who had become a grandfather looked at the thousands of troops and their weapons that were so calm despite the thickening fog.

"Prince! Duke Wayne!"

Hendrick and Rovers turned to look at the sound. He was the Count Cheltics who came with Grand Duke Harold. The two nobles looked surprised to see the figure before them.

"Don't be surprised now, uncle. The situation is not supportive at all." Hendrick.

Count Cheltics flinched, he awakened himself from the reverie. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly and the figure remained the same.

"How can...? Is he alive again?" Grand Duke Harold shut his mouth in disbelief.

"From the beginning he didn't die. It seems my father had mistakenly seen and thought King Lraight had been killed by King Willem. King Lraight escaped from Freesia. I right?"

Lraight nodded in confirming. Although there are some things that are lacking, but Lraigt has no intention to complete it. Because in outline he has told it to the three young people.

"Sir, they're starting a movement."

Rovers is regained consciousness after Vester whispers to her. His eyes frowned, still feeling that everything that had just happened to him was impossible.

"The night that will not end is now shrouded in a thick fog. He prepared everything perfectly." Lraight said again.

Rovers looked back at the troops outside the palace who did not move in the slightest as if they were nothing but lifeless statues. Rovers believes that even if they are outnumbered, they will not be defeated that easily. For all the soldiers of Ranunculus had already memorized outside the head of the palace floor to the corner. This thick fog could not deter them.

"Duke Wayne?"

Hendrick was upset. Again - again he must plunge, maybe because he is a descendant of Wayne so have the same responsibility as his ancestors.

I don't know why I'm upset with those dead old people.

"...!"

Hendrick sped up his pace as the enemy soldiers began to move towards the corner of the palace. The white chrysanthemum he grasped had flown out of nowhere replaced by his sword.

"Damn, with shortened visibility. This is fucking right." Bail Hendrick.

Rovers' eyes widened when he found Hendrick who even intended to commit suicide. The man had already dove into the location where the enemy forces were gathered. Worse yet, Hendrick only brought a sword and three knives there.

"Didn't he rather underestimate the enemy?" Grumpy Rovers.

"You're wrong."

Rovers glanced at his grandfather who remained young. The man seriously looked into the distance where Hendrick was busy slashing the necks of his enemies.

"Because of his reduced visibility, he had to do close combat in order to be more effective. If he used archery, it would be difficult to find a moving target in the middle of the fog."

Lraight looked at Rovers full of ambition.

"Hey grandson, you must be more ingenious and critical of him if you want to lead this country."

...****...

"During your time, young lady."

Clara squinted her eyes in order to see a figure standing far enough away from her. It was this damn mist that had left him barely able to see anything remotely.

Is that the Crater Claire was talking about? No, no! He's been

Clara's breath suddenly choked as she moved her legs closer and closer to the figure. Now he could clearly see the figure who was calling him.

"Duke Nielsen?! How can you...!"

Clara growled in annoyance. It feels like a betrayal even though Clara doesn't yet know the reason why Duke Nielsen is here. Isn't it impossible when one of the higher-ups of the Hortensia becomes involved in a war at Ranunculus. Their own Emperor did not intervene.

"Why are you here? Your Majesty won't send anyone here before he's actually involved in it."

He relies more on himself. Because hoping in others will only cause disappointment at the end of his opinion.

Not answering all of Clara's questions, Duke Nielsen drew his sword and immediately ran to attack Clara. Clara clucked in annoyance, Duke Nielsen completely ignored her remark.

TRANGS

The sound of swords clashing filled the air. Clara excelled here because her opponent was only Duke Nielsen who was twice her age. In terms of stamina alone, Duke Nielsen had already lost a landslide.

But what makes Clara difficult to deal with is that Clara must refrain from killing him. Duke Nielsen was a Hortensia noble, moreover he had a daughter who was still under his watch. He still needs a father figure.

Unlike Clara who does not even know who her father is in this world. In the previous world, he felt he was unwilling to be born from their kind of parents. Sympathetic alone, Clara still takes care of them until her soul enters Clara Scoleths' body.

Due to the close distance of their faces, Clara saw something extraordinary. Duke Nielsen's two eyes looked pitch-black, just like when he used black magic to create his eyes for a moment.

For a moment Clara questioned where Duke Nielsen could get all that black magic. But in a second he could answer it himself. There are many blue rose gardens, the meaning of black magic contained in the land of Hortensia is more than expected.

Claire's? Can you still survive? Just a little more...

[Master joking? But, okay.]

Thank you very much!

[After all, Master has given me a good and beautiful name. Unlike me who is dark and dark, Claire means bright and clear, right? From the beginning Master had been terrible at naming. Our names are basically the same.].

"Huh?"

Clara was pensive, almost forgetting that she was now in a fight. Although it was only Duke Nielsen, Clara still could not underestimate him.

She doesn't understand why Claire calls Clara and Claire the same. Maybe they have the same meaning, so Claire said so. However, Clara had said it many times.

You are you, I am me. Only the meaning of our names is the same.

...****...

BRUK!

Clara breathed a sigh of relief. He could get rid of the black magic in Duke Nielsen's body without killing her, just like he did King Willem.

Clara avoided killing him. Since Duke Nielsen was nothing like him, he still had Cattleya as his family. The reason why he had survived to this day.

"Cattleya is lucky to have a father like you. The father who was always there for her. Give praise, advice and sanctions for each action of his son."

Clara looked at Duke Nielsen. He wishes he had a father like him. But well, God is fair to every creature. Everything Clara has right now, she's grateful for everything. Although he still likes to feel annoyed at the misfortune that continues and continues to disturb his life.

"Quiet is not in my dictionary. Well, if the storm is it."

Clara stretched her body while looking at the surroundings. Only tall trees could he see. It took him a long time to get back to where he left James and Valentina. If they decide to wait for him. Because James is not a fool who will wait for his arrival even if it kills him.

Feeling too quiet, Clara continued to chatter about herself. He was also thinking about how to send Duke Nielsen back to the Hortensia region. If with black magic, Clara does not know how to use black magic for teleportation.

"But if Duke Nielsen alone could be here in no time. Isn't there some disguised way?"

Without Clara noticing, the white fog that was in every corner was long - over time it changed its color to black. Clara was surprised not to play, this made it even more difficult if there was an enemy. Especially if the enemy is under the control of black magic.

Claire, you mean that 'back to the owner' was just now... Is he still alive today?

[Once Master. Maybe he's still alive. He may have been reincarnated as well. If not reincarnated, he transfers his memories to the person who benefits him.]

BURSTS!

"Ughhh!"

Clara slashed the black magic that was shaped like a snake. Because the snake that approached the body lay Duke Nielsen. Though he did not know how to teleport with black magic. Plus the visibility is getting decreased because the white fog turns black.

"I can't stay here long."

DEG!

Damnit damnit! At a time like this, why now?

Clara tightly gripped her suddenly clenched chest. That means his body is in an effort to absorb black magic without being channeled again towards Claire, his own body will store all the black magic.

Clara's body fell and lay not far from Duke Nielsen. The girl continued to slice in pain while breathing deep oxygen so as not to feel suffocated anymore. Too bad Clara is one of the creatures who shunned luck, his efforts to breathe oxygen instead failed. Black fog is what replaces oxygen.

"It..it hurts!"

Clara started to sweat coldly. In an instant there was an outstretched hand hugging him from behind and touching his two hands that were still clutching his chest. It feels warm and so soothing.

"Just calm down..."

"Ugh...!"

"For ever, I will continue to be next to Miss."

Hearing that soft voice, the intense tightness and pain Clara suffered gradually diminished. Both of his eyes looked yellow - a firefly.

The wounds he received from the fight with King Willem were getting worse from being untreated. Even his left eye that was torn apart could not be felt anymore. Although her blood had dried, Clara was sure that one hundred percent of her wounds would be infected because they were not covered.

Before his right eye was perfectly closed, he muttered someone's name.

"Thank you... Avrim..."

TB

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