The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 127 - Reincarnation Is a Chain of Restraints

"Zavius, is there anything in your family that can represent a person's emotions into color?"

Zavius glanced at the lazy Lyserith. There was such power in his family. After all he was intent once to think about what kind of magic they had.

"There's nothing like that in my family."

Lyserith ignored him. The girl was busy with loose soil and planted something in it. When Zavius peeked, his marketing sense was answered. What the girl planted was a blue rose that contained black magic.

"Why did you do that?" Ask Zavius.

"In the Herbras Continent there are no blue roses. So I just planted this flower so I could produce a lot of blue roses."

"Don't do that." Zavius furrowed his brows. "A blue rose, after all, is a white rose that has absorbed black magic. If you plant it and there's a lot of it growing, what if black magic is also growing?"

"really?" Lyserith asked indifferently.

"Don't know. But it's possible."

"Maybe, right?"

Seeing Lyserith's stone head irritated Zavius. He rotated his lazy eyeball. Hope there is still patience in dealing with this crazy person.

"Zovius."

"Hm?"

Zavius rested his body on the trunk of a banyan tree. There was nothing they could do now other than wait for when it could go to another region. Because it looks like they're done with Hortensia.

Zavius did not expect that this place was actually filled with black magic. Maybe it is because from the beginning the person who spread it came from Hortensia itself.

"What blue rose when it absorbs black magic more will it be black?" Ask Lyserith who turned his back on Zavius.

"Well.maybe."

From behind, Zavius saw Lyserith pulling the corners of his lips slightly upwards. The girl continued her planting activity when she knew that in the blue rose there was black magic.

"One village hates me, you know?" Lyserith said in a soft voice.

The girl's voice implied sadness. But he tried to stay strong by not crying. But if Lyserith brought up the topic, wouldn't that mean he'd start getting sick of keeping it to himself. Well, Zavius is the only person he has so far. I don't know about Zavius himself.

Although the girl knew that Zavius was from a noble family that everyone hated. It is undeniable that before he had people surrounding him with affection, they were Lavoisier.

Different from Zavius. Lyserith was born to a man whose identity was unclear. This girl has a mother who works in entertainment as a night woman. His own mother never looked at him as the figure of the mother in general.

He is different. Even this strange ability has clearly shown the difference between him and his mother.

"Don't let my father be Lavoisier." Lyserith.

"Impossible. First, the only Lavoisier left was me. Secondly, I have never been and will never be to a nightlife venue. And third, I already know how you got this weird ability."

Lyserith looked at Zavius. The girl rushed to sit beside Zavius, she had already bent her knees. The best position in listening to the story, as it used to be when the mother of the parlour was telling stories to all the children of the orphanage.

"Why are you?" Zavius raised his eyebrows.

"Listen to your story. The reason why I could have this strange ability."

"Lazy. I don't want to share it with you anyway."

"Yuu! Peliiiiii!"

Lyserith got up, he had time to stick his tongue out at Zavius. And turn his thumb down. Seeing Zavius begin to bully, Lyserith instead rushed away before getting a more terrible reply.

"See you tomorrow!" He shouted after a long run.

Don't know. He only felt regret for pushing Lyserith on this mission. What if he loses again in the end?

From the very beginning he was looking for a special person like Lyserith without thinking about the consequences that would occur. Now, he really, really regretted everything. Too bad, Lyserith wasn't the type to stop halfway. He will complete his task, even if it has to be done in the next life.

Zavius' eyes widened perfectly.

The girl made that horrible promise.

Zavius stood up and walked into the village. As usual, he will change his physical appearance. His hair had turned completely black, and the ruby eyeballs had turned obsidian-like.

Zavius also held up a bag containing dozens of white roses belonging to Lyserith. The girl should have brought him home, but she forgot about it instead. His steps were not rushed like Lyserith just now.

Entering the village, the place was very crowded like the City Center. Zavius had been to the City Center several times to buy things he could not find here. His name was also the City Center, definitely a more adequate place than the village.

In the village maybe more people who work as vegetable farmers and ranchers. Which is sold not far from vegetables and various kinds of animal protein.

Continue along the path and Zavius reaches Lyserith's house. The house was even a simpler version than the village house which was even simpler than the houses in the city. There are no lights that support other than candles that show dim light.

Zavius moved to knock on the door. But he paused for a moment, because his nose caught a very pungent smell. The stench he had smelled before, the feeling of tightness that made him recall that dark and gloomy past.

I didn't expect this to happen!

Zavius pushed the door and broke it many times until it broke. Although this house is too simple, but the defensive power of the door does not play.

When the door is wide open. It was there that someone was lying with a large hole in his stomach gaping. Continue and continue to drain the blood that is fishy and warm.

Impossible. He just left me with that smile a few minutes ago. But why...?

Zavius with a petrified body stepped closer to Lyserith. The girl just fell asleep, that was how her mind poisoned her.

"Lyseriths? The lyserith! LYSERITH?!"

"IE!!!"

A boy was lying on his bed. His face was so tense, he was also sweating coldly because of his dream last night. He had a very long dream and it was all about one name.

Lavoisier.

Meiger took a sitting position. But his mind remained floating, thinking about how strange his dream was last night. Usually, he would instantly forget about his dream. But tonight, he could even remember from start to finish without missing a single detail.

Meiger rubbed his forehead with sweat. For a moment he wanted to forget all the events that played in his dream. But his efforts were in vain. The dream kept spinning and revolving in his memory.

Meiger raised his right hand and stared intently at his trembling palms.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I scared? This weird dream scared me..."

...****...

A little girl flinched softly as her head brought up the strange events that were so imprinted in her head. Somehow her chest felt tight, even it made her want to cry.

Inside this horse carriage was only himself and the old man who saved him from the golden cage. Another man who helped this old man they left behind, thought he had been killed in Freesia.

The little girl clutched her white dress which was now clean from the bloodstains. Well, he's a little crazy especially on the battlefield. Luckily, this old man was still willing to take him out of the heaven-fisted hell.

Ivory, Crater, Zavius, and Lyserith. Who're they?

TB

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