The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 68 - Weapon of Freesia I

"George?"

The door opened, revealing an ordinary room that was predominantly filled with silver-colored items. From the curtains to the mattresses, most of them have no other color than silver. The owner must have liked the color.

Clara was quite long fixated on the contents of the room when there was no special at all. It was a room that was commonly found anywhere, even the appearance of rooms in the inn was like this. So what made her so attractive to Clara?

"Who are you?"

The question came from a man who was probably younger than Clara. His mane and eyes were silver, not much different from this room. It seems Clara was right about the reason why this room was predominantly silver-colored. Influence of the owner.

Clara did not answer, she focused more on the owner of the room as well as the new weapon that has not yet killed this.

As per the information he got from the Emperor the other day. This George is a weapon that is not as powerful as himself or the Emperor in killing targets. Worse, this was the reason why King Willem exiled him. This weapon needs to adapt so that it can kill without feeling hearty.

King Willem felt that the 'relief' of his weapon was what made all his missions hampered. Unlike when Clara Scoleths six years ago that any given assassination mission could always solve.

George made every advance King Willem was supposed to make to be lost. George may not be able to this day, so King Willem has not removed him from this palace of exile.

And King Willem's goal was to place Clara in the same palace as this rudimentary weapon. It seems he was hoping for Clara to turn George into what he was.

Or worst of all, King Willem put him here so Clara could get rid of George slowly - land.

"I asked you again, who are you?!"

It seemed that George had run out of patience, the young man once again asked but this time in a high tone. Clara was aghast and her focus began to fade. He stared at his replacement weapon closely.

"My name is Clara Scoleths." Clara replied, subconsciously she also raised her voice.

George slowly responded, he gave a faint snort and noticed Clara who was still standing in the doorway. It had been a long time since the last time someone had visited her room.

"I'm not asking what is your name, what I'm asking is who are you!?"

Hey... does he get suspicious about my identity? What kind of conspiracy is this?!

"Um. I was a weapon before you. Do you have a problem with that?"

Clara still holds the doorknob. Take care if George starts throwing them out of annoyance, Clara will close the door again soon.

Because from Clara's first impression on this man, everything has been shown. This man seems still unstable and has poor emotional control. Maybe because she was young, Clara guessed that George was younger than her, she didn't really know.

As well as the fact that George is a substitute weapon with a bad reputation in the eyes of King Willem. Which makes him exiled and rarely get a murder mission or just execute criminals who have been arrested before.

If George had been a man who did not hesitate to kill, then he would not have been in this palace, which was located far from the main palace.

"Why are you back now? You want to make fun of me huh?!"

He is the type who always insists. I have to be extra patient if I want to make him run away from here with pleasure.

"No. I actually came here to get you out of here." Clara whispered half a whisper, avoiding the ears that could potentially hear her sensitive conversation with George.

"What are you hinting at? Escape from here? Don't be delirious even though it's night."

George walked away from the door, and came to his big bed. On his bed, there were many different types of books he read. His insights seemed broad, too bad his emotions were faster to walk than his logic.

"Do you like this place?" Clara asked, she still did not budge from the doorway.

"Of course, this is my house."

George sat on the bed, turned his back on Clara. He picked up one of the lying books and opened it sheet by sheet. Write a few words with a pen in the book.

Clara didn't dare to enter, right now let it get here. Maybe tomorrow he will make another progress. Slow down, the heart of a weapon is difficult to shake, but that does not mean it is difficult to change.

If Clara keeps pushing in, then the chances of George opening up to her will be even smaller. Or even nothing at all. Because it has been said by Clara, George has a volatile and easily emotional attitude. His bad memory of Clara must have been imprinted in his memory that George was a vengeful.

Let's leave this young man for now.

And continue the struggle to get her heart in the next time.

Because winter has just begun.

Clara closed George's door slowly. To be honest, something was still in his heart. Regarding the last sentence of George before Clara decided to go out and visit him the next day.

'Of course, this is my house'.

There's nothing wrong with that. Moreover, George is a weapon that was driven directly by King Willem from the beginning he was here. Certainly George was trained directly by King Willem after the Clara kidnapping incident masterminded by Frederick Wayne and Rovers' grandfather.

Clara thinks there was an element of 'forced' here when King Willem decided to make George Freesia's second weapon. But strangely enough, George accepted his new profession as a killing machine without feeling forced. And worse, the man considered the Palace of Freesia his home.

It's weird isn't it, when someone calls a place that's supposed to be called hell home? The problem is, the cruel old man makes it a weapon even though George is not able to kill a single human. Why did the weapon not rebel?

Clara continued to step between the hallways and not for 30 seconds. He reached his room immediately, of course quickly because his room was next to George's.

She's done dinner, and Clara's not here as a guest. But indirect prisoners who are still given freedom even though conditional.

Clara opened the door to her room.

A very simple room.

Not as good as the rooms in Ranunculus or Hortensia. But at least this room is worthy of human habitation.

It's more like a room in the inn.

Clara also realized that it seemed like the soldiers were not on guard inside the palace, they were just outside. There were only a few faithful servants inside and serving George and himself.

I need to get along with George as soon as possible. There is no guarantee that a month will last.

...❀...

Night changed to morning, the position of the moon has been replaced by the sun. Sunlight became useless at the beginning of this winter, because the cold was still piercing.

Clara had been sitting sweetly at the dinner table, there was no sign that George was going to have breakfast with her. Not only that, but George didn't eat dinner either. There might have been a waiter who brought his share straight to his room.

The dining room felt so quiet and quiet. Clara felt very lonely, as no Jean and Emperor would usually eat with her at the imperial palace of Hortensia. And when in Ranunculus there was also Avrim who accompanied him.

This place is very quiet.

Not long ago Clara devoured her breakfast, a soldier with a weapon in his hand approached Clara. Suddenly the salad held by Clara stuck in the middle.

"Miss gun, sorry to interrupt your breakfast."

Clara frowned, annoyed by the call. It's the second time since he's been here, first the waiter and now the soldier.

"My name is Clara, you can call me that."

Clara put the fork back onto the plate.

"Well Miss Clara."

"So, what's up?"

"His Majesty the King calls you and Lord George to face."

Huh uh? I've only been here for a day, it's not funny that I've been charged with a mission, right?

"Okay, I'll come with you. What about Mr George?"

Clara stood up, asking the soldier.

"Master George is already waiting in front of the silver palace."

"Oh..."

Clara walked out of the palace led by the soldier. And sure enough, George was already in front of the palace with his grim face. As Clara imagined about him, George always had a bad mood.

They finally went to the main palace, precisely to the hall where there was a throne that was always occupied by King Willem every day. Until before King Willem, the two of them took a kneeling position.

With the haughty King Willem raised his gaze even more. "I have a mission for you both."

Clara's body stiffened, with just one sentence from King Willem. That was enough to make Clara a bit unsteady. He glanced at George, Clara could not see his expression clearly.

Heh? My bad feeling.. It sucks!

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