The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 15 - Duke Wayne's Request

Like yesterday. Clara's lodged in Hendrick's study again. He reads and fills out documents like he filled out TTS. Many times he was too happy because he could finish it on his own without Hendrick's help.

Seeing Clara's action, Hendrick was also used to it. Until he finally decided to ask.

"Clara Scoleths."

"Hm?" Clara look. His mouth and nose flank the pen.

"What's your reason for staying away from Hellen? You used to stay away from me, why do you now put your distance to Hellen?"

He must be talking about the real Clara Scoleths, not me. Anyway, if it's true we were friends. Why is Hellen moving away from me? He even looks so hate me.

Clara herself was surprised because in her novel, the distance between Clara and Hellen only occurred after the news of Hellen and Rovers' engagement. Then Clara shunned Hellen out of annoyance at being betrayed. However, things now look as if Hellen was the first to stay away from Clara.

"I don't put distance with him." Clara nodded slowly. "Didn't Miss Hellen stay away from me?"

"really? I thought it was you." Hendrick again remembered Clara's history since he had just set foot here.

"Ah, I remember three years ago you suddenly"

Hendrick's sentence was cut off when someone knocked on the door of his study. Supposedly coming is important because it will feel annoying if not.

"Open the door." Hendrick's orders to Clara.

"Well?!"

Clara kept the door open despite grumbling. Because it's useless if he protests, it won't be heard by that person either.

"Who?"

"It's me."

Gah, it turns out the old man! Suddenly I wanted to throw myself into the deep ocean so as not to see this fucking face.

"I want you to do something." Duke Wayne said as he entered Hendrick's office.

"Do what, Dad?" Hendrick approached and sat down on the sofa in front of his desk.

Duke Wayne stared at Hendrick. This child may know that this will come sooner or later. So, he would speed things up in order to finish these pleasantries soon.

"You guys, duel 'lah."

"Huh?"

Huhh?!

...****...

Her night.

Because of Duke Wayne's sudden request. Clara volunteered to commit suicide and borrowed the rope from Hendrick.

Dueling. It was a bit strange because a few days ago Hendrick also proposed the same thing to him, but was rejected directly by Clara because there was no order from Duke Wayne.

But now, inevitably Clara felt suspicious of her dueling opponent this time. At the training ground, Clara was picking out the sword she was going to wear. Hendrick was next to him, and Clara was approaching.

"What's wrong?"

"Casual, donk. Did Mr Hendrick propose that this match take place?" Clara.

Hendrick was confused. "I did ask for a fight with you, but honestly, Dad's request really had nothing to do with me. Maybe Dad thought about this, he must have thought that I would doubt you. As a result, this is what Dad did."

"So it was Duke himself who made this match."

"Well." yeah."

"Yourf..."

"What's wrong? You want to cancel it?" Hendrick asked, looking at Clara who looked tired.

Clara shook her head quickly, she refused to cancel her duel because Duke Wayne would definitely ask for the same thing again and again until Clara decided to agree to it.

After a long time of choosing, finally Clara's choice fell on a very thin-bodied sword. To the extent that when checking the sharpness of the sword, it will only look like a thread.

Duke Wayne walked up to Clara. Then he realized what kind of sword the girl had chosen. Duke Wayne smiled faintly, a rare scene to see a weapon wielding a weapon.

"I think because you're a weapon, you don't need equipment like this." Chirp Duke Wayne.

But Clara did not reply to his words directly and only looked at the person who spoke flatly without emotion.

This is the worst dark jokes I've ever gotten from this old man. After all, if she saved Clara Scoleths she should have known it wasn't that Clara had her own sword

Uh, that rose-carved sword, where did the Duke keep it? She must know about that? Given that she's also the one who freed Clara Scoleths from the prison of hell.

I realized Clara's questioning gaze. Duke Wayne again raised his face up high, and arrogantly said,

"If you ask about your great sword, I confiscate it. I'll give you the prize for losing you can win Hendrick."

"Big sword? It's even just as tall as my waist."

"I mean, you're gonna have it since you were so early. You weren't this tall before. So I said that it was a 'big sword'. I haven't measured that sword for sure at your age."

"You must've seized it when I just got here." Clara said in a quip.

"By the way, the sword is pretty good. There's your favorite flower there. It's just fine that you won't let go that easily when a massacre happens."

Clara's gaze sharpened. "You're talking about another massacre, I don't even remember what happened that day."

"Well, you're forgetting things, Clara Scoleths. Even about your own friendship 'you forgot about it too. Is your brain so small in capacity that it jettisons those useless memories?"

Clara turned her eyes to the field that would be used as a dueling ground. "I'm sorry if I offended you about the current issue. But that's also because you always look back."

"You know? The killer won't have a future."

"...."

For a moment Clara glanced at her palm that had already taken the lives of thousands of others. It wasn't him, but the body he was wearing in this novel's world was the culprit.

"Sigh. I don't think that you're a murderer could be offended like that."

"I still have a heart, Duke. I can also say the same to you because you have a history that is not much different from mine."

"But, do you still feel that darkness is swallowing you more and more?"

Clara pecked, she was quite silent for quite a long time. "You'll know for yourself the events in the Royal Palace. I don't want to repeat it again."

"You're in the palace and when I just brought you from Freesia it's quite a difference. As Hellen said, your attitude changes so easily. Is there something you're hiding?"

Shit, they're all starting to suspect my identity. Am I really different from the real Clara Scoleths? My acting is good, I guess.

Their conversation stopped. Clara, without any protection and only using her thin sword, advanced to the field that was filled by a man there.

"You're kidding, aren't you? Just by wearing clothes like that? Without any protection." Hendrick looked at Clara confused.

Clara poked her sword at Hendrick. "You don't need to talk much, just because I'm a girl. Let's see who's better."

Hendrick also did the same, removing the sword from its sheath and pointing it at Clara.

"If I win, what will you do?"

"We determine the prize after knowing who the winner is. To be more cheating." Clara smiled cunningly.

"Heh, you're not a fair man."

Duke Wayne mediates them both.

"Alright, start!"

TB

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