The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 69 - Weapons of Freesia II

Hm. I don't think that this child can be invited to work together.

Clara looked at the back of George, the man who loved emotions. He and George happened to be on a mission on the first day. No, at least it's not for him George.

Right now they're on a murder mission, actually just an execution mission. But this mission was crucial to seeing George's abilities. Was he not as brave as the Emperor had said.

They were heading to the execution room, where there should have been an executioner there. Unfortunately Clara remained exposed as well, perhaps this was King Willem's attempt to change his flawed weapon into a more immediate one.

In the execution room, there was only a man to be executed complete with a wide variety of weapons that would be used to kill him. Both of the man's hands were held in handcuffs, he was so limp that Clara knew the man was still conscious.

Gluey!

Wasn't it! That's not Clara.

Clara glanced at George who was now beside her. The problem is here apparently. The reason why Freesia is not as brutal as before. It turns out that the absence of Clara's self has a big influence on a region. Frederick Wayne was hated by Freesia in just one kidnapping.

Because Freesia was directly harmed.

The weapons they made new were also inefficient. George tends to turn out to be a coward when faced with all this. Either a target of murder or just a target of execution.

"Are you okay?" Ask Clara.

George refused to answer. That alone is enough to prove that he is lazy to serve questions that lower his self-esteem. Moreover, Clara is a woman no matter what weapon she is.

"You should focus on this execution mission if you want to get the King's attention." Clara said again, and she was given a sharp look by George.

Ah, the faint red thread.

Is George willing to be a weapon without any sense of being coerced because of King Willem?

That's questionable.

But at the moment Clara will focus on the execution mission. Honestly, he was actually terrified by killing others the first time he did so. But since it was an emergency, he casually unsheathed his sharp sword to every enemy.

And starting from there, Clara got used to killing people and saw that red viscous liquid. The nausea feeling of having to tear the enemy apart is still there to this day.

It was all because of the coercive circumstances, he was forced to raise his sword and get used to murder and the like. And execution is one of many types of murder.

Which weapon will we kill him with?

Clara surrounds the execution room to look for the whereabouts of the weapons to be used to execute. There are many weapons here, Clara does not know which one she should wear.

"Hey George, do you know where the weapons we're going to use?" Desperate for the choice, Clara decides to ask George.

With a flat face due to reluctance to communicate with Clara. George's index was raised only to point Clara at the hanging man, waiting to be executed.

"George, I'm asking that the gun isn't the target." Pissed Clara.

"Curtain! Watch carefully - good fool! I also pointed at the weapon!" George was also the most beautiful of his emotions.

It's been said that George is the quick-tempered type, and Clara now even pisses him off. Let's hope these two guns get along and Clara comes home soon to Hortensia.

Is this where I'm gonna get hot chocolate? This winter I prefer in Hortensia because I can get anything without overtime.

Clara once again looked at the target, this time more thoroughly. And sure enough, there was a great sword whose size exceeded that of his rose. Even his sword eyes were sharpened so well that they were still sharp.

Or is it that many people are executed until the sword is always sharpened?

"Ehehe, I don't see it." Clara said with a crisp laugh, rubbing her nape in embarrassment. He has been adamant and it turns out he was wrong, give applause to the alumni of this weapon.

George just scooped and snorted violently. Perhaps Clara's behavior made her stifled with body, heart, and mind. Plus last night his senior had been to his room and raved indistinctly.

"I always wanted to ask you this. But how do you know my name?" Ask George between their missions.

Clara who was already holding the sharp great sword stopped instantly. He felt stiff to answer, even more strange if he replied that he knew all about George from the Hortensian Emperor.

Goddamnit! What am I supposed to answer this! Uh! Or so it goes...

"The servants are talking about you, I just accidentally heard your name between their conversations."

Forgive me for scapegoating you!

"Sigh! They should have done more than gossip." George snorted faintly.

I-i'm sorry!

Clara tried to distract George, she began to raise the great sword high - high. "When are we going to execute him? Is there a time?"

"none. Just do as you please."

"All right."

Clara increasingly raised her sword high, she already knew exactly which place to cut for this man to die soon. Clara drew her sword towards the man's neck. The man's head rolled down, still with a horrifying expression due to the pain of the torture before his execution.

His head rolled until he approached George's feet. The young man looked deathly pale from being approached by the head of a corpse. It was a pretty complex matter for the size of a weapon.

George looked towards the good Clara - fine even after cutting off someone's neck. His expression was so flat, unaffected by the splashes of blood hitting him.

George unconsciously clenched his hand.

"I must be clean immediately when I return."

George's daydreams are dispersed when a person's voice reaches his hearing. Clara was busy patting her dress that had been soiled with blood, even around her footrest there was a pool of blood there. George felt even more nauseous just by looking at him.

Clara approached George, he kicked the head of the corpse that had rolled towards George with ease. I don't want George to look at Clara's horror.

Is this girl a girl? There is a possibility that the original guise is a sadistic old man, right? Or was he just a bloodthirsty young man like Emperor Hortensia?

Never mind. Stop the guessing session - guess this.

George covered his mouth with his hands, his face still as pale as before. Clara becomes concerned about George's bad condition.

"Have you become like this from seeing the execution just now?" Ask.

George quickly nodded. Where would he drop his pride in front of a girl who even still looks childish! When the apocalypse approaches, it will be realized.

Suddenly Clara was upset by George's dishonesty. Even if at least this man wants to be honest, then it is certain that Clara's mission will be smoother and they can escape tonight to Hortensia.

The establishment of a man so strong?

"Do we need to clean it too?" Clara slightly glanced at the execution victim just now.

"No need, I-I mean the King just gave the order to execute instead of simultaneously clearing the body as well." George replied with his hand stuck in his mouth.

"OK..." Clara responded somewhat doubtfully.

"We need to get back as soon as possible." Said George, get out of the execution room in a hurry.

Is he okay?

...❀...

"George, are you feeling better now?"

Clara's head poked out of George's bedroom door. Looks like George has a bad habit where he forgot to lock his own room. It didn't matter until Clara attacked anyway.

George was silent, serving Clara was tantamount to suicide. He did not want to get close - especially Clara seemed to just change clothes and had not immersed herself for hours in the bath pool.

The girl still had a thick smell of blood.

Because George did not call him, Clara this time chose to go into George's room even without permission. He noticed every move - a gesture from George that made absolutely no sense. Clara sniffed softly smelling a familiar scent on her nose.

"What's with this strong perfume?"

"It has nothing to do with you stupid. Get out of here and stop sneaking into my room!"

"But you yourself left your room unlocked. Whose fault is this?"

"Tch! I don't intend to lock my room, at least until you come and screw things up." George gave a faint peck.

"Maybe you hate people who sneak into your room?"

"Yes. Including you!"

"Next time I'll say excuse me."

"Curtain!"

"You clicked your tongue?"

This time George snorted in annoyance.

"What you do is so harsh even for a girl. I'm just a soft-hearted young girl, you know?"

"softly?" George Mumbled.

Her memory was thrown at the moment where Clara with her flat gaze cut the target's neck. His face also did not undergo any significant changes after he cut it off. Do not forget also about him who kicked the stump head casually.

Is the definition of a soft-hearted girl really that?

"Whatever it is hurry get out of here! You vandals! And stop touching my stuff!"

"Eh?!"

That's very rude, isn't it? For a gentle girl like me...?

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