The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 37 - Thank You

"Av...rim...? Is that you?"

"Yes, this is me."

Bo..li lied! Didn't Rovers say that Avrim was taken by Vester to be healed. If it has been healed, why does it take so little time?

Clara saw the face of Rovers who was also as her own. Watch out if it's not the real Avrim, Rovers asked the man.

"I think Vester has brought you to be healed."

"Oh, that worried young man, huh? I left it at that place. He seemed surprised that my wound was covered so quickly."

Sure was!

"Yet, Miss, I am not lying at all. I am Avrim, Miss's servant at the Wayne residence."

"I'll give you some questions to convince me that you're Avrim." Challenge Clara.

"Alright, Miss, please ask me anything."

"What's my habit in the room?"

"Painting and writing literature."

"true." Clara was stunned, yet she could not believe that. So he asked again, "Why do I never go out during the day?"

"Miss' skin is very sensitive to heat, if Miss is exposed to the luckiest heat only a minor burn."

Eh?! Can he answer that one too? Don't don't be true Avrim.

Then Clara realized that Rovers was staring at her, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's just that I just found out your reason for always going out at night. So it's because of your skin..."

Clara ignored Rovers and just focused on asking Avrim. "How many times have I fought with Mr Hendrick?"

"Just once."

Whoa! He really is Avrim. But how could his wound heal so quickly?

Realizing that Rovers was again - again looking at him with a questionable gaze. "What else is it?"

"Haha, just surprised that you ever dueled the son of the Sword Master." Rovers laughed out loud.

"so."

Clara switched again focusing on Avrim. "So, what about the wounds? Where are all the wounds? Did you remove it or did it never exist?"

"Not so concept Miss. Miss saw for herself that I was injured, it's more like I have a very fast healing ability."

Hearing that Clara was getting confused. "Hm? But I still don't understand that."

Avrim let out a heavy sigh, Rovers was on standby as Avrim took something from behind her. And it was a small knife whose eyes were well sharpened.

"Avrim? .....Gyaa! Avrim.... What do you want to do?!" 

Clara became hysterical when the knife was used by Avrim to slash her own wrist. As a result, Avrim's slashed wrist released so much blood.

But only for a moment, no more than ten seconds. The wound closed itself until the incision disappeared. Even his wounds were clean from blood stains.

"Did? Whatisit? Magic?" Clara asked - asked.

Avrim immediately replied, "No Miss. Didn't I tell you that this is a very fast healing ability."

"Uh. huh..."

Two fingers oath...! I don't understand the concept in this world at all! I was thinking that Flower's Girl is a fantasy novel and clean of the word 'Magic'. Turns out I was wrong...

"You don't seem to understand that much, do you?" Rovers disperse Clara's daydream.

Without thinking about prestige, Clara simply nodded slowly as if she was the dumbest human in the continent.

"Then? What then? What does that have to do with Avrim having super-fast healing powers with the legend you're telling me?" Ask Clara.

"Well, just like I said earlier, the black magician spread his magic power all over the place on this Herbras continent as a legacy of his death. And there are only a few people that I don't know if they're called lucky or not. But certainly they get magic belonging to the witch, but with magic more diverse - kind of again shape. And maybe 'this magic' is closely related to the blood relation so that their descendants can have the same magic as them."

"They?"

"Yes, the first people to get the witch's magic."

Rovers looked at Avrim closely, then frowned in astonishment. "I think it's all just a legend or a story of nonsense. But because of your strange abilities, I kind of questioned the truth of the story..."

The atmosphere of silence then surrounded the place. But Avrim is a person who does not like to be leha in doing his job. He immediately approached Clara and Rovers.

"Miss, we don't have much time left before midnight. It seems they'll chase us wherever we go."

Rovers turned his sights towards the night moon. "There's no reason for them to stop there."

"Hurry up, use my horse and drive as fast as you can. When you get to another region, Ranunculus soldiers will think twice about breaking through, especially if your goal is not Agapanthus." Advice Rovers.

Before Rovers handed the reins to Avrim. There was the sound of another horse heading this way. And surprisingly, it was the horse that Avrim rode before. But because of the injury to Avrim, the horse ran away in surprise.

"Woahh! It's great he can come back..."

I'm sure this is a horse not a dog.

Clara stroked the horse's head. "Sorry prince, but it seems he's back to give you another ride."

Rovers just smiled.

"Then you guys go up quickly."

Just as fast as the blink of an eye, Avrim was already on the horse. While Clara who has difficulty riding ends assisted by Rovers. After fully riding on the horse, Clara stared at Rovers for a moment.

Since I escaped from Ranunculus. He has played a big part in my escape. Although he did it to stay connected with Hellen, but still...

"Thank you."

"Hng?" Rovers, who was also on his horse, heard a sentence before Avrim drove his horse.

It was Clara who said it, Rovers thought that if Clara's current expression was somewhat out of line with what was said to her, the girl had a very flat expression. But let it be, since the first time they met also their relationship is not as good.

"You don't have to thank me for this. I should've apologized for everything."

"That's not necessary either actually, your apology..."

"Haha, then we draw now. See you later, Miss Scoleths."

Then Avrim spurred his horse quickly, Rovers when it was only realized that their main goal was the western region looking from the path they took just now.

Does either of them have any connection to Hortensia.

Once Clara and Avrim are right - really not seen anymore. Rovers again looked at the night sky and exclaimed softly.

"They're not going to be that smooth."

TB

Wokeh, actually here the author has a little explanation for you.

Actually the definition of fantasy itself is a genre of fiction that contains delusion, wishful thinking or imagination of the maker. Well, the author admitted that magic and mythological creatures are usually the hallmark of this genre. But the coverage for 'fantasy' itself is wider than that.

In short, it can be written like this:

Fantasy is not related to magic but magic is certainly part of fantasy.

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