The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 21 - The Meaning of a Rose

Clara put her body on the bed. He still felt the coldness in his hand. His gaze led to the sky - the sky of the room.

"What happened six and three years ago, I didn't expect anything like that to happen. Even what theory befell the Herbras continent I don't know yet. Why add this much?"

Slowly Clara's eyes closed. He's dissolved by the music tonight.

"I need a clue to solve this mess of my life. At first it just stopped me from being like Clara Scoleths in the novel. But as time goes on, things get worse."

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"Zavius? Zavius!" A girl with a camellia mane and diamond-like eyes approached a person who was sleeping comfortably while leaning against a tree.

The girl pouted in annoyance, as the man she called Zavius was currently not responding to her at all. He sat down next to Zavius and took out his bag.

It turned out that what was in his bag was just a bunch of white roses that he had removed the durinya first.

While engrossed in his activities, Zavius peeked slightly from the crevice of his robe. "You're really taking my words seriously, eh?" Then he interrupted in wonder.

The girl looked at Zavius a little and then looked back at the flowers again. "You know? I'm doing this to solve the world's problems without slipping into a big lie."

Zavius frowned. "I thought you'd think I was lying."

"Hehe. There's no reason not to help you. After all, I am just an unemployed person who likes to do anything. Spending my time helping you isn't a big deal at all."

"Yet..."

"Hm?" The girl looked at Zavius.

"This job is not easy. I warned you about this."

"Just calm down, Zavius. I will be with you until whenever you need me. As long as you don't say something that means you hate me. I won't leave you either!"

Zavius smiled gently at the girl. "I would never say such a thing to you."

"...?"

"...Lyserite. Actually, I..."

Zavius moved his lips, talking to Lyserith. But Lyserith could not hear anything. His hand raised towards Zavius trying to grab him.

"Zavius? Zavius? Zavius!!!"

"AKHM...!" Clara rose from her sleep and sat down. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes widened in fear. His hands were in a position like trying to grab something.

He clutched his blanket. "Why does it feel like it's not just a dream? So real it feels."

Clara stared at the window of her room and got up and approached it. When held in her curtains, it felt quite warm.

"It's morning already. Have I been delirious all night? Usually I've never been, this whole age is my first time."

After I entered the world of this novel, a lot happened. Even Hendrick's story made me feel like I couldn't make the plot of the novel a benchmark for me to live by.

"How can I avoid this darkness?" Clara mutters.

"Miss, breakfast is here!"

For now, I better just shut up and live my life like I used to. As if nothing had happened.

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SREK

SREK

Hendrick scratched his pen at the document he was working on. He had already finished the pile - the pile. It was unexpected that her father was so annoying and gave her another document.

He wants to torture me!

Hendrick snorted blindly dodging the sourness in his heart. Then he looked to the side where he was sitting, there was someone else in this room.

Hendrick held his chin up as he continued to stare at the person with a look of disdain.

"When do you want to go on strike?"

"Not knowing." Clara answered.

Of course Hendrick is getting upset. "What are you idiots? Come here without saying a word. I've told you before, you don't have to ask me about the past."

It's upset to see Clara's face. Hendrick returned to work, leaving a sour face on Clara's face.

"You angry?"

"Bas bad, I'm not a kid. Never mind, just do your part and shut up."

Huh uh? I was told to talk because he said it was quiet. Now I'm told to shut up because he's distracted. It was wrong, it was me.

Clara obediently reworked the sheet of paper in front of her. He opened sheet by sheet until a letter was seen at the end of his eyes.

He took the letter and read the contents.

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Leaves - reddish leaves falling. Not hot, not cold. Leaves swallowed by dusk, trees swallowed by age.

I hope you can come to the bridge of the region that is described with the autumn idyllic.

To the Miss who is always surrounded by love and affection.

...----------------...

Ckck! The person who wrote this is poetic. I couldn't understand the meaning behind every sentence written.

Clara ignored the letter, throwing it away somewhere. He took out another document and went back to work on it. She could have cracked the meaning, but Clara had become less poetic since she entered the novel.

While flipping through the documents, Clara recalls her dream last night. He glanced silently - silent Hendrick who was still focused on his work. But soon I heard a breath from him.

Hendrick looked at Clara. "What else is it?"

"Eh?! Mr Hendrick realized that?" Clara acted rather casually, in fact she was quite panicked from being caught peeping.

"Quite a base - the base, what do you want to ask now?"

"Have you ever seen someone with eyes like a pure white diamond."

Hendrick knitted his brows, then focused back on the documents. "uh? That eye's been missing since the last death of a girl who had it. So no one else has, the girl died about hundreds of years ago."

"That means the girl was alive when the times were still chaotic and we were still at war?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What are those white eyes?"

"Have you ever seen anyone with white eyes?" Hendrick looked at Clara.

"E.em..no..." Clara replied doubtfully.

"Done, right?"

Hendrick showed his smile to Clara. Even so, Clara felt a dark aura coming out of the look of Hendrick's face.

Me..creepy!!!

TB

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