The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 17 - Hortensian Memory I
"Rome! Rara! Are you awake?" Hellen knocked on the door in the room on the top floor.
CLUTCH
The door opened, strangely Clara was paired with a set of robes that covered her entire body by a young servant. Not forgetting Clara held something in her arms.
"I've woken up Miss Hellen, take it easy."
Hellen's face looked annoyed.
"What?"
"Are you asking? My name! Just call me Allen, okay? I've called you Rara."
"Sure, Allen."
Hellen expanded his smile to the widest. "Well, so. Then we'll look like friends."
"Friends..." Clara murmured faintly.
Hellen clasped Clara's hand tightly - tightly. This was the first time he had a friend, so there was still a sense of awkwardness within him. But as soon as she saw Clara's smile, she felt better.
"By the way, Rara, what are you carrying?" Hellen asked as they were already in his room.
Clara realized the item she had brought and immediately gave it to Hellen. "It's a gift of friendship, Allen said that we're friends. This is the most special thing for you."
"Whoahh...!" Hellen hid his pleasure. But all the lies are gone when he receives Clara's gift with the most beautiful smile. "Thank you."
He opened the rope and looked at it with sparkling eyes. "This is a hortensia flower book marker?" Hellen asked.
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"FORTENSIANS!!!" Clara shouted when she heard Hendrick say the name of the flower from the largest region on the Herbras continent.
Hendrick directly scratched his ear which almost lost its function. He looked at Clara with annoyance for cutting her story.
"Ba..how could I have the flower if I had never gone there?" Clara Mumbled.
What about this drastic change? How could I who grew up in Freesia have Hortensia flowers?
Could I have been there? Why not tell it in the novel?
"Will it continue or not?"
"Certain on!"
...****...
"true." Clara nodded slowly. "I got it straight from the West."
"Woaahhh...!" Hellen heard it. "I'll keep it well."
"Allen can keep it as you like."
They spend time together, then the day ends quickly. Clara returned to her room to rest.
While Hellen was still looking happily at the gift that this morning was given by his first friend. "Ah, I have to keep this in a special box. I don't want to use it to mark books."
Hellen ran to Hendeick's room and knocked on his door hard.
"What?" Hendrick's head poked out from behind the door.
"Huh? Which one?"
"Ihh, which was carved by a famous engraver, whose pattern of roses was. Hellen will leave it to Brother because Hellen's closet is filled with dolls - dolls given by Dad. There's no way that brother would throw it away..." Tears were already visible in the corner of Hellen's eyes.
"Oh. That one, for a minute, Brother will take." Hendrick returned to his room and after some time he approached Hellen again with the box still wrapped neatly.
"It." Hendrick gave the box to Hellen.
"Thank you, Brother!"
Hellen immediately grabbed the box in Hendrick's hand and tore off the package. He opened the lid and placed the marker of Clara's hand-delivered book carefully into the box.
Hendrick who saw his sister's activities then became confused. His eyes stared fixedly at something neatly put into his gift box.
Hortensia flowers?
"Hellen, where'd you get that?"
"Hmm?" Still busy with his activities, Hellen looked up at Hendrick, then at the book marker in his hand. "This is a gift from Hellen's first friend!"
"You mean that girl named Clara Scoleths?"
Hellen nodded his head enthusiastically.
How could he have flowers from the Western region? Does he have any connection with them or is this girl from there?
"Alright, Hellen went back to the room first, Brother." Hellen turned his body and walked towards his room downstairs. While carrying the box containing the hortensia book marker, Hellen hummed cheerfully.
Meanwhile, Hendrick looked at his younger brother's back intently. "Is he really from the West?"
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Hendrick gulped down a cup of tea in it. Storytelling turned out to be tiring, if he knew, Hendrick would have refused to fulfill Clara's request on this one.
"Why stop? Continue the story again!" Clara whines incoherently.
"I'm thirsty, don't force a dying person to tell a story that doesn't matter."
"It's important to me!"
"Can't you just tell yourself?"
"That's..."
"Suell up." Hendrick sighed with contempt. "Side the key, when you arrive - become a different person and stay away from something worldly. As if you were preparing for your death."
Clara hugged her own body. "It feels kind of horror."
"You're overreacting. Listen to the middle of nowhere, I'll only tell you once. So, put your ears on properly."
Clara grunts. "Yeah..."
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