The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 14 - Old Stories
"Is that a problem for you?" Clara asked back, she had already learned to be a great speaker like Duke Wayne.
"I thought you said before that you loved my fiancee. But, were you with my brother just to avenge your frustration?"
Clara belied, though it would not be seen by Hellen. "God..." Then he smiled cynically. "You should just ask Duke Wayne about this."
"Dad? Why Dad?" Hellen was impatient.
"Of course, my life does not need you to know too deeply. Really, you'll regret it if you dig it too deep."
With a rather quick step. Clara leaves Hellen still pensive. Clara's previous words were indeed on target. Hellen didn't need to know about the cruelty of the world, Duke Wayne so accurately predicted it.
That was why, Hellen could only boast of himself while inwardly humbling the others. The darkness of the human heart is frightening.
Clara had no idea that someone's golden iris was sticking to her by implying heartache.
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In the room, Hellen holds flowers that have been dried and preserved to serve as book markers. It was given to him from someone who had been hitching a ride in his residence all this time.
The flower is quite rare and only exists in certain regions. Hellen knew where the flower could be obtained from. What made him doubt was the reason why that person could obtain it.
Hellen had always kept the gift carefully. He even put it in a special box. Hellen didn't use that thing as his function, he preferred to keep it.
Because it was a gift from his first friend.
Even though he can't remember anymore.
"How could he be a different person? He changes in a certain period of time. I don't remember him being like this last time. Could there be something?"
Hellen looked at the beautiful box containing the book marker of the flower. He wanted to know, what really happened these few years so that the gift giver is always changing his attitude and nature.
"I asked Brother, but Brother said he didn't know. I can't ask Dad, what if you're suspicious of my question? Dad wasn't surprised by the change, but I felt that it was too sudden. Now he's back to what he used to be. But, I feel like we won't be together again like we used to."
With slow steps, Hellen approached the window juxtaposed with special patterned curtains. He opened the curtains and saw the night sky stretched as far as the eye could see.
"I saw you once so pitiful. Then it became so cold, that you always avoided Brother. Why act like you didn't know me before? And even close to Brother."
A gentle breeze blew when the window was open.
"And now? You're not fun, but you look ridiculous. What was? Why won't you answer me?"
"Now we act like we don't know each other. It's funny."
Hellen could also not believe if they liked the same person. But looking at Clara who had not reacted just now after meeting Rovers, it made its own peculiarity in his heart.
"He's lying."
Hellen's memory returns when Clara returns home with her sister. She should have realized earlier, there was no love spot in Clara's eyes when the girl said that she loved Rovers.
"Are they not the same person?"
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Clara paced back and forth in her room with all complaints coming out of her mouth. Avrim just stared quietly at the Nonanya, while occasionally drinking or eating the fruit that he was cutting.
"Damn it! May I hit the Crown Prince on the head? If possible, should I choose the slow or super super painful. Kicked? Ssh... It'll hurt when it's done."
"How's the festival, Miss?" Avrim resumed her fruit-cutting activities.
"Hm? Well. nothing special. It's just that I'm pretty surprised by something."
"What's that?"
"Avrim, why did you never tell me about the engagement of the Crown Prince and Hellen Wayne? I misunderstood him and ended up being ridiculed by him."
"Him? Young Duke?" Avrim tilted her head in confusion.
"of course. Who else would be so cruel as to laugh at a meek young girl like me?"
A soft smile was imprinted on the face full of wrinkles that belonged to Avrim. Nonanya was indeed unaware of how that Young Duke felt to her. But Avrim didn't want to interfere so much with the affair. That's the privacy of the Nonanya anyway.
"Miss, all the paintings that Miss made want to appear?" Avrim recalls that before Clara made a deal with Duke. He was so diligent in painting anything and Avrim didn't know what it was.
"Ah, that. I'll keep it. After all my room was so dark and without the slightest decoration. I also want at least my room to have its own style. Even though my painting is ugly."
"Who said that to Miss? Miss's painting is very beautiful. I was also astonished to learn that Miss could paint that beautifully."
"You praise me too much, Avrim."
"Where did Miss learn to paint?"
"Well, um. just I was just trying. Lucky for me, it turns out that Avrim said that my painting was artful."
"so."
Silence struck Clara's room.
Clara Scoleths had little knowledge of art. So when Avrim saw the results of my painting, she was shocked, because Clara Scoleths had never painted before.
"Didn't Miss want to sleep? It's already night. A girl can't sleep at night. It'll be disturbing to Miss's skin."
Skin health? Just be right. Even my skin should not be exposed to the sun. Now Avrim is talking about looking after the skin, how to look after it?
Clara came to the bed and covered herself after getting into a snug position to sleep. As usual, Avrim will blow out her candle and exit Clara's room after Nonanya falls asleep.
Avrim steps into her room, maybe she'll send me another letter tonight. Of course, so as not to be interrupted communication with the real Master.
To avoid anyone entering arrived - arrived at his room. Avrim locked the door, then sat down and picked up another sheet of paper. A special sheet of paper owned only by himself and his Master.
After taking notes and a pigeon came, as usual. Avrim will tie the message to the feet of the bird. And the bird will deliver its message to the Master whom he calls 'His Majesty'.
"It's getting closer to the end."
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