The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 100 - Discussion of Death

SRETT

Count Cheltics glanced at Frederick who was ready to release his arrows. Although just a cheat, but maybe Frederick will hit one of the soldiers at the border to make it easier for allies to enter Ranunculus.

"Those are just three. But you've already ignited the war. Willem hates you." Said the Cynical Count Cheltics. "Eleanor's problem, Hendrick already knows, right? What about Hellen?"

Frederick who was focused instead was annoyed with babble that should not be talked about at this time. "Hendrick would have known. If Hellen. I don't know, I'm not sure."

"God! But he knows that you're the root of all the problems."

"Hey, Frederick's stupid." Call Count Cheltics. There was no tone of ridicule there, just a serious expression. "I knew that at the court meeting that time, you wanted to tell me something."

DEG

Frederick's eyes widened. The same question was asked by different people. He thought that only King Ranunculus would realize that. But his past rivals also know a lot, too much.

Frederick sighed, pulling back the arrow that had loosened. Right what he was thinking, now was not the time for him and the Count Cheltics to gossip, these people were in a crisis of war.

"Huft.. I actually intend to introduce the girl to all of you nobles." Frederick answered, a tone of resignation came from his mouth. He knew that the Count Cheltics were harder to lie than King Ranunculus.

"That girl?" Count Cheltics frowned.

"Yes, the girl in the rumor."

"Eh?"

SRET STAB'S!

Frederick opened fire on one of the soldiers. Suddenly it became a trigger for the Vinca reinforcements to increase their vigilance. The soldiers around the victim began to hold their swords and find out the origin of the arrows.

"Why?" Ask Count Cheltics.

"It was because he was a weapon that Freesia was proud of. I intend to take him to the Ranunculus fortress. But I still doubt. I let my guard down and suddenly spread rumors like that."

"You mean that rumor is just bullshit?"

"true." Frederick pulled out his sword, smashing it into the empty air. Prepare to attack the Vinca defense forces. "My real Lraight assassin was King Willem."

Frederick broke through the silence of the night, running towards Vinca's troops who were preparing for his attack. Perhaps they had already been told that the old man they were fighting was the Sword Master of the Ranunculus.

Tskc. Must be that Willem. What kind of an inmate is he!

The Count Cheltics who had prepared with the sword in his hand suddenly fell silent. Frederick's words before he plunged into the battlefield were still ringing in his head.

Count Cheltics stared at Frederick.

"So, King Ranunculus died in Freesia? ...What kind of story is behind all this?"

...❀...

"They looked rambunctious..."

Clara squinted her eyes, through the thickets that became her hiding place Clara could see troops on the border who were fighting something. They seem irregular. This made Clara think they could cross the border easily.

"Some attacked them from the inside." Whispered Rovers, his gaze was unintentionally fixed on Duke Wayne.

"Huh.it must be the old man with his rival."

"Rival?" Clara asked - asked. Who is the rival of the old man that sucks. Must be the same guy who sucks too.

"Count Cheltics." Rovers replied with a half smile. He turned his head again at Duke Wayne who was focused on looking for the figure of the old man. "They knew we were coming and deliberately gave a crack. Let's just break it."

"not them. Just the old man."

Clara felt around her waist, but there was nothing there. Just the fabric of her dress. Feeling deprived of something, Clara sculpted, lamenting her unrelenting fate even when war was in sight.

Realizing Clara's silence, Duke Wayne looked at the girl. "Why? What other mistakes did you make? Or are you careless again?"

With a face that was about to cry, Clara looked behind her. Asking for help to the sharp tongue, Clara was reluctant if she had to talk for a long time with the two faces.

"It looks like my sword is left behind."

Duke Wayne twitched in annoyance, at a crucial moment like this there was just something done by this freak. Although upset, Duke Wayne knows Clara's fighting skills are needed. So Duke Wayne took out his spare sword that was hung in the saddle of a horse.

"You left it at Agapanthus?"

"No. It looks like Vinca and Hortensia. I don't know, Mr. Hendrick. I forgot about it."

Duke Wayne snorted. "You're forgetting too many things. Damn it, the old man kept quiet. Who does he think he is? Just a bunch of old men at Wayne's house are proud."

Clara ignored Duke Wayne's scorn. After meeting Clara it seemed like her satirical ability had recovered. It's not good news but Clara will still be grateful for him.

DEG

Ugh...!

BRACKET

Suddenly Clara clutched her chest and fell to the ground. Duke Wayne moves quickly and helps him hold Clara's staggered body.

But instead of helping, Rovers even silently stared. Gets glued to something that keeps flowing out of Clara's body. It looks transparent, but Rovers can still find out what came out. It was black in color and its aura was so dense that it made the chest tight.

"Black magic...?" Ogre Rovers.

Duke Wayne flinched, looking in the same direction as Rovers. It was then that Duke Wayne could see the black aura continuously flowing and gathering around Clara. Subconsciously Duke Wayne walked away from Clara a few steps.

It felt powerless to get close - close to that black magic.

"It's really black magic, isn't it?" Rovers asked with a dumbfounded face as the black fog around Clara began to rise and grow thicker.

"...Leaking?"

Rovers looked at Duke Wayne. The man frowned and continued to look in the same direction, Clara with a stream of black magic surrounding her.

"So he's the next container." Duke Wayne whispered in disbelief.

Rovers was suddenly in a daze, her head engulfed in a piercing pain. Rovers learns that Clara has this much black magic in her body.

He knew that everyone had black magic hidden within them. But all of that has limits. Rovers is surprised by the amount of black magic in Clara.

Does this girl hold a grudge or a deep heartache?

Duke Wayne's lips twitched. He gripped tightly onto the handle of his sword. Her eyes were glazed - glass. Something's wrong here.

"So, the girl you asked me about is yourself...?"

...❀...

In the streets full of emptiness. Someone was riding a horse, even though he was currently stopping his horse because of something.

His ruby eyes looked at a sword with a rose carving so beautiful. It should have been that the owner had continued to carry it so that the black magic he had absorbed could accidentally be stored in this sword.

If he doesn't bring it. The black magic would be absorbed into his body. If it happened for a long time, his body would not be able to continue to accumulate absorbed magic. And it will eventually explode.

Not the body of the absorbent, but the black magic in his body. When it is unstable again, the magic will break and become something quite unpredictable. It all depends on the absorbent.

"Why haven't I returned it?"

...❀...

"Oy old bangka. Look at that...!"

Count Cheltics grimaced softly when a knife hit his shoulder. The blade shot out quickly, lucky to miss and just scratch it. But seeing something like a black fog caught him a little off guard and told Frederick what he saw.

"I'm busy-!"

ZRT

Frederick who wanted to protest suddenly fell silent. As he and Count Cheltics were shrouded in a black fog that formed a dome. Frederick was astonished, he knew what this dome was made of.

"Black magic?" The Count Cheltics.

Fortunately, trapped in this black magic dome, only Frederick and Count Cheltics. Frederick would be fed up if he had to get caught up with the enemy troops as well. But the main problem is how they got out of this black dome.

When Frederick was about to touch the dome wall. How surprised he was when the black wall thinned and became more and more faint. Showing the view outside the dome.

Frederick was increasingly silent, Count Cheltics was also in a situation that was not much different from the former Duke. Until the ketus sound that tends to sound like satire resuscitates them.

"Hey old man, you look like a fool now."

"Huh?"

Frederick frowned when what was in front of him made him want to cry deeply moved but on the other hand wanted to kick the owner of the ketus voice.

A man with hazel eyes is embracing a young girl who, if Frederick doesn't remember, has turned 18 in the past winter. They seemed to be sitting down because the girl was in pain, her breathing was also panting with cold sweat continuously running down her forehead.

On their side stood the most respected young man in this Ranunculus after the King and Empress.

Frederick ignored the existence of that important person. His focus was on the young girl who was clutching her chest withstanding the pain that never disappeared.

Even if you see pain. The girl instead smiled triumphantly at Frederick, her ever-ridiculous face looking haughty now.

"You owe me your life."

Frederick smiled at him.

"That's uncountable because I'm not in a life-and-death situation. Are you so blind that you don't see that I'm not cornered by the enemy?"

The young girl's face twitched in annoyance. Helped but still big head. Wouldn't say a word leaning towards thank you. His mouth is better trained to satiate people than to give him kind words.

Basic no thank you!

TB

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