The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 106 - Zavius and the Envoy of Freesia

"Huh. huh..."

BRACKET

Frederick dropped himself on the grass. After sword training with his new teacher, Zavius. The exhausted Frederick instantly collapsed with a breath of gasps.

His gaze was fixed on the pile of books that were next to Zavius. Frederick sat back down, looking at his teacher who was writing in one of the books.

"Teacher, the books want to be flanked...?"

Zavius turned his gaze away from the book in his hand, turning to the collection of books whose flat covers had already been torn apart. Even so, there was no intention for Zavius to throw it away.

"I gave it to you."

"uh? This many? How can I bring everything?"

"You just have to take them one by one. It was just made difficult. The brain is used, not just a display."

Frederick snorted annoyedly, even though the behavior of his teacher was very bad behavior, sometimes Frederick was made to be caught off guard by his behavior. Making Frederick detachable insinuating him, it was fortunate that Zavius had god-level patience.

"Short history of Lavoisier?"

Frederick muttered, reading a book with a strange title. The problem is Lavoisier's name was the first time he heard. No national noble or hero has the surname Lavoisier. It feels strange and foreign.

"Teacher?"

"Hng?"

"Who's Lavoisier?"

Zavius approached Frederick and immediately seized the book in Frederick's hands. Upset, Frederick glared at his teacher. He asked and his teacher acted annoyingly instead.

"This is the name of the noble family. They're from the West."

"Hortensia?"

Zavius nodded.

"But I never knew that there were Lavoisier nobles." Frederick frowned, this was a new knowledge for him. Turns out Zavius knew a lot, or maybe it was just engineering?

"Indeed right. Because Lavoisier has been extinct for a long time."

Zavius put the book back in his cloak. Seeing that upset Frederick. He was very curious about Lavoisier, but the book was taken back. You know Frederick won't ask about the book.

"When do we practice swords again?"

Frederick asked, he had already ignored his curiosity. Zavius simply raised his eyebrows, remembering that he had a disciple that was impossible to care for.

"Do as usual."

"You're kidding old man?! I sneak in here every day and the knowledge you gave me was just that! I don't know why I think my efforts have been a bit free." Grouse Frederick.

Although Frederick grumbled. He continued to run the exercises that his teacher ordered. Actually, his words were not entirely true. With that practice, he seemed to be friends with his sword and was getting smarter with each passing day. It was just that since he had not reached the next stage, Frederick's abilities were not far from the standard word for the soldiers. Even though it's been great for teenagers Frederick's age.

"I heard you got better and now you have a rival. The eldest son of Count Cheltics, right?" Ask Zavius.

Frederick momentarily stopped his sword swing. He continued after looking at Zavius. That's a fact. Frederick's end was always challenged by a duel by Count Cheltics' eldest son, Gerald Cheltics.

"I'm not bothered by it. After all, Gerald, despite always challenging me, defended me in certain moments."

"When did you get into a fight with your parents?" Zavius asked half mockingly.

Hearing his teacher's ridicule, Frederick felt his ears itching. He was really upset when Zavius never defended him and never helped him when Frederick ran away from his residence. Frederick almost failed to escape. His father's anger after Frederick returned to the Wayne residence had become a daily meal. But all that just goes in the right ear, out the left ear. All of his father's rude words were only considered wind past by Frederick.

"That means he's just a rival. You're familiar with him?"

"Lumayan. Because I'm the Duke candidate and he's the Count candidate. Those of us in the same situation understand each other. I'm glad to have rivals and friends like him." Unknowingly Frederick carved out a faint smile.

"Well, keep building a healthy relationship with him. Although you also often quarrel, but the next day you are immediately cured of the quarrel." Zavius.

Because despite living far from the environment of the nobles, Zavius always took the time to supervise the condition of his students. Because Frederick himself was nine years old, his mentality was still like a child in general. He'll be easily swayed by something.

"Eh? Isn't that normal?"

"Not really. Sometimes fights lead to anger and resentment."

But all Frederick's allegations were straightforward he tepis. Although it was true that Frederick had no right to interfere in the affairs of his teacher. Everyone has their own privacy. Frederick just had to pretend not to know.

It seems like it's time for me to go home soon.

...❀...

Frederick glared in astonishment at the presence of someone quite unexpected in his room. Usually the one who sits there folding his hands is his father. But this guy, really Frederick didn't expect it.

"Why are you here, Gerald?"

The boy of his age was Gerald, his rival and friend. It was late, but the Count Cheltics candidate was in his room instead. He was probably waiting for Frederick to come home from training outside his residence.

"It's terrible, Fred. It seems that the Freesia envoy will come tomorrow afternoon."

Frederick was surprised. He had heard of this from his father. If Freesia would come to discuss something important between their regions. Maybe like a coalition or something. And it turned out that before that they sent a messenger to Ranunculus.

"Then, would you sneak into the kingdom just to see his face?"

"It looks like it is." Gerald replied with a serious face.

"Didn't you have another job to do? If you get caught by dad or some other noble. You're not gonna make it."

"That's not true. Tomorrow we also have training in the kingdom. You forget that tomorrow's a one-on-one match with the son of another noble family?" Gerald raised his eyebrows curiously.

Frederick scrambled - random his hair. He forgot that tomorrow he was obliged to come to the Royal Palace for a duel. He's so lazy. After all, somehow the teacher did not say anything just now, but usually the teacher never missed a single piece of information and was not stingy to share it with Frederick.

"By the way, what book is in your hand?"

Frederick immediately picked up the book he had brought. The book given by his teacher, Frederick followed Zavius' advice, bringing only one of the many books.

"mm? History of the Herbras Continent? Oh, it seemed to be filled by the history of the war in the Herbras Continent before it became now. Formerly the five regions were indeed united, there was not a single boundary." Obviously Frederick, Gerald nodded in understanding.

"You're supposed to come, you know? So don't forget tomorrow you're gonna fight me!"

Gerald exited Frederick's room through a window that was still wide open. Frederick then just yelled at him in response.

"If we fight each other!"

Frederick smiled knotfully. He put his body on a soft bed. It was the first night without her father's nagging before going to bed. He could have had a good dream tonight.

Frederick looked back at the thick book. To be honest he had heard and known the history of the Herbras Continent from the royal teacher. But he wanted to know if he could find the reason for the past war between regions.

"Teachers seem to have a broad vision. Maybe I can find him..."

...❀...

"Yo, Fred! You really came."

When Frederick had just entered the training field. Gerald suddenly shouted at him intending to say hello, and approached himself while running small. Rebellious because of that shout almost all the noble children stared towards them.

Some stare cynically because Frederick has just come to this place again after a long time. He's the one who always runs away from training for various reasons. And Gerald had always defended him, he would be upset with the noble son who sneered at Frederick in the back.

Hm?

Frederick immediately turned his head as his hearing caught the sound of footsteps. But not going to the training field, just going through it. Gerald immediately stared in the same direction and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Who is he?"

Frederick's gaze was still glued to a noble girl in an all-white dress. His silvery mane flew slowly following the breeze. Her emerald netra was also able to make all pairs of eyes look at her, as if bewitched by the beauty she had. Likewise with Frederick, he only fell silent when he saw the girl his age passing through the training field which was quite far from the position of Frederick and Gerald at this time.

"uh? You don't know! She was the first daughter of Freesia, Eleanor Northern." Whisper Gerald in disbelief.

Frederick was awakened from his daydream. He immediately walked towards the training field that was already crowded with noble children. Gerald followed him from behind, he still occasionally stole the sight of the princess from Freesia.

"So, so her name is Eleanor Northern."

So he's Freesia's messenger?

TB

Eleanor Northern's special pict