The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 104 - Eternal Peace to My Disciples

"SIR FREDERICK!!!"

Claire ran towards Frederick's bloodied body. Ignoring the cynical gaze of King Willem. Despite the approach, Claire was a little risky to touch Frederick. Iris lapis lazuli Claire stared intently at someone who was still cheering inwardly for successfully killing her enemy.

"Are you happy now?" Claire asked in a sharp and stressed tone.

King Willem frowned, instead of answering Claire's question, he was holding his forehead which had clashed earlier until it bled. King Willem clucked in annoyance, glaring at Frederick who had already lost his consciousness.

"Tch. He hurt me."

How much can black magic affect the heart? Has he drowned too deep?

Claire stood firmly facing King Willem. With both hands, Claire pointed her sword eyes at King Willem's neck from a distance.

King Willem's flat expression was increasingly disappearing, replaced by his demonic face. King Willem took out another sword that was slung around his waist. Because he was reluctant to use the sword covered in Frederick's blood, he had already thrown it far away.

"Now what? You want to kill me in exchange for his death, guns...?" King Willem raised his eyebrows, waiting for Claire's next move.

Claire closed her eyes, removing the cloth Clara had used as a scarf. His badly injured left eye seemed to be returning to its original state, only that his iris was pitch-black.

It was because Claire used the black magic she absorbed to form an eye organ, at least until she managed to kill the old man. Just one eye makes 20% of vision disappear.

It takes a lot of black magic to create a replica of a single eyeball. Currently Claire was holding her body that was almost destroyed because she was increasing the amount of black magic that was stockpiled by this body.

I can't die, not until Willem dies.

Claire's eyes squinted, she took a swipe to run towards the enemy position. His feet pushed the ground until a deep basin formed. Claire ran through the night wind, her lapis lazuli and black eyes focused on one point, the target.

"Dead you, Willem!"

Claire thrust her sword towards King Willem's face. But King Willem's movements were no less swift either. He gripped Claire's wrist and kicked her with his knee until Claire was thrown away.

Luckily Claire was able to balance her weight well, making herself not fall because of the kick just now.

Since then he was passive and would not start an attack before his opponent fought. Then your plan...

Claire brandished her sword high, making King Willem look at her strangely, but Claire ignored him. Not long after, an extremely dense mass of black fog surrounded the sword Claire was holding. Right, he was absorbing black magic and made the sword his container. Since this was not a blue rose sword, the intensity of the accumulated black magic could not be as much as a blue rose sword. So Claire sacrifices her body as a backup container.

King Willem held his breath, his eyes widened perfectly. He knows Claire's plan. This girl is dangerous. He again - again used that demonic technique to finish his fight. Wouldn't this technique burden its users as a side effect?

King Willem widened the fingers of his left hand, stuck it forward, he could see Claire's figure between the slits of his fingers. King Willem rewinded his right leg quite wide. His sword that had been well honed as if aiming at the head of the girl.

The moment Claire opened her eyes, a thick red liquid flowed from her left eye. The burden of using this black magic was extremely damaging to him from the outside as well as the inside. The black iris continued to darken, and the light faded.

The iron sword that Claire held for a long time was blackened. Fog - the fog around it is getting thick and plentiful.

King Willem swallowed his saliva heavily. This was much larger than six years ago, it seemed like age affected the magnitude of the black magic that was capable of being accommodated by him and his sword. But as this was not the sword of the blue rose, King Willem remained optimistic about his victory.

Claire's face darkened, her gaze sharpened. His grasp on the sword was getting stronger. After feeling her black magic accumulated a lot, Claire drew her sword out into the empty air, shaking off all the black magic to become her transparent blade.

Black magic at high speed surrounded King Willem. The middle-aged man held his breath, his body stiffening unable to maintain its position. It was as if the hollow lunge from the black magic made him lose the ability to move.

"Why just shut up? Difficulty moving?"

King Willem flinched as he looked at Claire who was already in front of him. Claire lunged at her body with a few punches and ended a kick.

BRACKET

King Willem's body crashed into the tree trunk behind him. He saw the iron armor he wore there was a crack in the place of the former blow and kick Claire. King Willem screeched, he released the armor that only covered part of his chest and threw it in any direction.

King Willem coughed and threw out the blood in his mouth. "I can't believe you turned brutal in the blink of an eye. It's like six years ago."

"Don't take it - take it six years ago, it's just an old story." Claire flicked her sword down.

Claire again put up the horses - the horses attacked, her legs ran very fast. The new King Willem felt himself back in shock, his eyes wide open.

".....!"

Claire could feel the warmth of the blood hitting her shoulder. A sword pierced King Willem's body until his blood was splattered everywhere. The thick black fog that came out from King Willem was instantly absorbed into Claire's body.

Claire drew her sword that stuck to her target. King Willem's body collapsed and fell to the ground hard. With her lapis lazuli and black irises, Claire stared intently at the stiff-looking King Willem.

Claire held her breath, her time would soon run out. This brief exchange did not result in anything worse than the tragedy of six years ago.

Claire's body just fell down, her forehead smelling the ground. But before long, his head looked up, revealing his lapis lazuli iris. His left eye was closed completely due to a defect. His gaze became sad when he looked at someone who had an elongated stab wound lying quite far from his position.

"Old Master Frederick Wayne."

With the rest of her strength, Clara, who had regained her consciousness, walked straight into Frederick's body.

Step by step Clara approached Frederick. Up close the man seemed to close his eyes tightly - tightly. As if infected with dust, Clara's eyes shed tears.

BRACKET

Clara dropped her knee, and sat down near Frederick's head. When Clara ducked, she could now see Frederick's face turning pale. Signs of his life are getting thinner. Clara clenched her hands tightly.

"Older brother..." Clara's hoarse voice sounded again.

Frederick's eyelids seemed to blink, he opened his eyes slowly - the ground. The first thing he saw was the crying face of a gun hitchhiking in his residence for six years.

"If it wasn't for Leah, I'd be too lazy to say goodbye..."

Clara was happy to mix with her when she could still hear Frederick's sniffling voice, though it was quivering and raucous as if her throat had never been doused in water.

"Mrs Eleanor doesn't want to hear it from you either." Syndical Clara.

"The woman is still a coward today."

Clara glared at Frederick. Could Frederick have called his wife 'the woman', then what did he say? A coward? If Eleanor had heard it, Frederick would have gotten a death slap from his wife.

"Claras..."

Frederick called out to Clara, she closed her eyes again. This made Clara a little worried. If black magic could heal wounds, not just create them. Then Frederick won't end this whole thing. Deep down, Clara did not want Frederick dead. Hellen and Hendrick need their father.

"Tell me this message to Lea."

Frederick's voice was getting faint. As the old man moved his mouth, Clara knew she was saying something. But Clara did not hear Frederick's words.

What's he saying?

Frederick's body was beginning to change faintly. Petals - petals of white chrysanthemum flowers fill around Clara. Clara made both her hands a shield as each chrysanthemum petal flew in the wind quickly.

Clara could only look at the petals of chrysanthemums that flew across the night sky. Frederick had turned completely into a white chrysanthemum.

"I love you, Lea."

...❀...

In the dream world. Where there is no day or night. The endless sky was still slick displaying a blue color that made anyone amazed. The short expanse of grass slightly swayed as someone stepped on it.

The man's footsteps stopped when a white chrysanthemum petal fell gently near his footing. He bent down then took the chrysanthemum petals.

He did not know how something could come without his will, because after all he was the occupant as well as the mover of the dream world. That chrysanthemum must have barged into the dream world.

"Ah, you really mean that one." A faint smile was slung on his lips. "Thank you for visiting me, my student."

Grein's ruby eyes looked at the horizon. This dream world is too realistic until he sometimes forgets that he is dead in the real world. The existence of this one is just a separate piece of soul.

Grein's smile was thinning, no one knew what he was thinking. Being a person who has always been shrouded in loneliness and solitude for hundreds of years makes him understand why his sister can say that humans are more cruel than demons.

Unfortunately Grein was late to realize that and now he has lost his sister and a loved one. Grein did not regret his decision. Because all of this was exactly as he wished, in a moment and everything would be finished.

"Frederick, thank you for fulfilling my request."

TB

Next articleFrom Frederick Wayne's flashback.

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