The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 70 - Weapons of Freesia III

"Ugh...! Then how is this? Do I have to ignore Miss just like that?!"

Jean frantically paced back and forth, worried about Clara making careless decisions without thinking about Jean. That girl could be waiting for Jean any minute.

Moreover, it was a night full of work Jean just panicked and paced back and forth indistinctly. He has not taken action to look for Clara who is already known the point of her existence.

ORNAMENTS!

A man with a horse he was riding stopped in front of Jean in a cool style. Suddenly Jean was fed up when she could clearly see who the horseman was.

The problem is this guy always roams here and there if he's in the imperial palace. It was as if the Hortensia palace was his own home.

Okay, Jean knows very well that this man was a close friend and childhood friend of the Emperor. But that doesn't mean Jean has a duty to be kind and polite to him. Lucky this guy never remembers about Jean.

"Ah, you're Meiger's men, aren't you?" His words are cheerful.

Jean clicked her tongue blindly.

"Is there any way I can help you?"

At first Jean was annoyed half to death, so got a good idea of Edmond's offer. He looked at Edmond as his savior (at least only for this time).

"Of course the Prince."

Jean said with a sweet smile.

There's something he can use here.

Wait for me Miss, I will infiltrate the Freesia Palace and save Miss!

...❀...

Week after.

Days passed as usual in the silver palace. Like Clara's sneak into George's room whose ending was cast out with all the insults and insults. It had been a week since Clara had first set foot in this palace.

His relationship with George did not deteriorate or improve. But at least the man did not scold her at high volume, because usually she was that severe.

To be honest, he was worried about Jean's situation, but Clara also could not get out of the Palace of Freesia. Not until he managed to influence George to run away with him.

Today also went as usual. Clara sneaks into George's room with her mouthful. George was already infuriated by Clara's behavior, but this girl was a senior weapon. Wrong - wrong George will be slashed if it offends him.

Plus his memory of Clara casually executing criminals. That alone had made George goosebumps for it. The important thing is that he didn't act, that's enough.

"Hey, you don't want to run away with me yet?"

Clara looked at George really, really, this was her first sentence of every day. And George already knew what Clara wanted from him.

"Why are you so eager to make me come with you? It's not like you want to use me, is it? Because I won't be of any use." George answered, he was still focused on his books.

"Who said I wanted to use you? I just want you to get away from Freesia, nothing more."

"How many times do I have to say it? Freesia is my home." George said in a very angry tone.

"Tomorrow I'll come again."

...❀...

Bend day.

"How now? Have you run away yet?"

Clara's head poked out of George's bedroom door. Let's hope George doesn't slam the door down in annoyance, or you'll lose this beautiful gun.

George was initially annoyed by Clara's strange questions. But over time he used to ignore the question, and now George has even trained himself not to hear all the ravings of Clara.

Clara was just pouting, she walked into the room without permission as if the owner wouldn't be angry if he did. Clara had done this over and over again, and George still had not lost his heart.

Clara silently peeked into the contents of the book that George often held. It's been a week and George is always on the same page. Clara was aware, but she had no intention of scraping George's privacy

"Do you really not want to run away with me? There's no harm." Tawar Clara's.

Too bad, George has a solid stance to this day. He would just regard all of the words Clara said as a last breeze.

George was interested in seeing the outside world. But he could not travel around the Herbras continent, not until what he wanted was achieved. Hopefully, he will not be affected by the sweet words that Clara makes.

TOK TOK TOK

The door was knocked, George had no intention of opening the door. So Clara took the initiative to open it. There, there was a brave warrior-head. No, Clara's focus isn't on the head soldier. Unless someone is behind him.

"Maybe you're familiarizing yourself?" Said the authoritative man.

Clara could only nod, she did not dare to speak for fear of being wrong.

"The person you executed last week, you remember?" Ask King Willem.

Again Clara nodded.

"Good work for you. I just wanted to say that. Of course, say that to George. He's pretty good at being able to hold it inside the execution room for quite a long time. I hope he can be like you soon."

King Willem turned his body, stepping out towards the silver palace followed by the warrior chief. Clara simply stared at King Willem's departure without budging. Every sentence from King Willem had explained everything.

But is George that weak?

So what makes King Willem still maintain its existence as a weapon aka a killing machine? Is there anything between them?

After King Willem was not seen again, Clara went back into the room and approached George who was near the window with his favorite book. The book he had always held tightly - tightly, like he was about to lose the book.

"Is that a-I mean the King?" Asked George with a slight stutter.

This isn't the first time Clara has heard George slip calling King Willem to be 'a. Is it true that there is something special between them?

Fuck that! I spent a week in vain. There was no significant progress. I gotta hurry up and make George say 'want'.

George turned his gaze to the scene outside the window. He looks doubtful - hesitant and ends up hanging Clara's question. Clara felt increasingly awkward with this change, even though this man previously seemed slim. But upon hearing King Willem visit him, he suddenly became limbad.

I'm sick of being silenced by handsome men, in Hortensia I've been touted a lot! Not here donk! Even my girlfriend who shot me first is no better than this. Why are the men around me all cruel?

I miss the Emperor.

Clara approached the window and sat down next to him. Ignoring the piercing gaze of George. Clara looked out the window, where a quiet and serene night view was plastered.

"You have a bond with His Majesty the King, am I wrong?"

George's shoulders trembled a little, "I don't want to talk about this. So get out of my room now!"

George's voice trembled, he had a relationship with King Willem but the relationship was a bit bad when using his subtle language. Clara hopes she doesn't interfere. But maybe this could also be his chance.

I will ask the servants, honestly seeing this child as sad as this, my heart becomes filled. Then I'll help him mend his relationship with the King even though I don't know what they are.

Just getting a little mixed up is okay, right?

Clara came out of George's room, her feelings were mixed. George was not a friendly man, Clara knew it even from the first time they met. But the problems facing George outside or not related to his identity as a weapon, the man is still steadfast in his life. At least Clara knew that George was not the type to hang himself because of the pressures of life.

It just so happened that there was a servant who was cleaning up the rest of the snow on the palace floor. Clara took the initiative to ask the waiter. Because his physique looks old, it is certain that this servant has been here for a long time. And then, he must know about George's problem.

"Excuse me." Whisper Clara.

The maid, who noticed Clara's presence, smiled at her, very professional. He had indeed worked for a long time in the Palace of Freesia.

"Does Miss need anything?"

"Can I ask you one thing about George?"

The waiter was a little aghast, Clara could see clearly that both of her shoulders were slightly raised. Usually such reflexes can occur not without reason. Clara is intrigued by the background of George and King Willem.

"What's that?"

"Could George and His Majesty have a relationship? Whatever you know." Clara further lowered her volume, keeping watch as no one could hear her but the servant.

The waiter was silent, reluctant to answer Clara's question. The waiter's silence actually answers Clara's question a little, not all. But if the answer is like this most likely what the waiter will say is 'yes'.

Although this kind of answer does not make it clear what kind of relationship between the two humans who contradict each other. If only Clara could overcome George's fears. The next one won't be so complicated.

"Me-why did Miss arrive - suddenly asked so?" The servant stammered, a reaction that would occur if there was something.

"Nothing at all. but, I think they look a little like, don't they?" Clara fishing.

Honestly, the similarity of George and King Willem is only in terms of the shape of the face, that's all nothing else. And only an extraordinary person can guess the bond between them.

Clara is not one of those extraordinary ladies. But with all of George's strange behavior towards King Willem. All of this is questionable. From George's obedience to his stance on Freesia was his home.

Hm... is it possible that if I call Hortensia then George will want to? But if I say Hortensia, the danger is that George is in King Willem's stronghold. Could die me! Where Your Majesty no longer worry if I why - napa.

The waiter was increasingly unable to say anything else, his tongue was faint. If his lips accidentally slip then the end is that he will be hanged in the worst way. He can not give any leaks, especially this first weapon then return from Ranunculus which is the territory of the arch-enemy, be careful at all times.

"Sorry Miss, I-I don't know at all."

Final answer.

So far all the waiters can do is this. Clara did not insist on being given an answer, she chose to go into her room without saying a word. Even he had permission to retreat to the servant with just a smile.

Doesn't matter. Tomorrow I'm going to act and make the red thread more visible.

...❀...

The morning came quickly, the sun was trying to shine a light on every crevice and corner. The breeze in the morning feels so soothing and soothing. Well, at least for some people besides him.

BRACKET

George's bedroom door opened violently, apparently someone kicked the door of his room without a heart. Luckily there was no scuffling on the door, otherwise George would have reported the troublemaker.

George still so faithfully holds his book, which he has highlighted with various writings. I don't know what is in there, honestly the thickness of the book is not like just filled by writing alone.

His flat gaze was aimed at the door kicker. The girl whose beauty rivals the night, so shines when the full moon approaches. Unfortunately this morning, and the sun seemed to contrast with him, more to no match anyway.

George threw his book on the bed and looked at Clara defiantly.

"This is the ninth time you've been in my room. That bothers me a lot."

"Why do you like it so much in Freesia?"

"Huh?"

Clara who suddenly entered and asked strange things increasingly make George's mind faltered. It was a lazy question to answer, because it was not important.

"Why do you look no problem being used as a weapon by His Majesty the King?"

"You're starting to rummage indistinctly."

"When you yourself are afraid to kill, yet still accept your new identity as my substitute weapon. Tell me, why is your stance so firm!"

"You seem to be getting out of your mind."

"Tell me George, why doesn't he treat you the way he treats his children? You're his son, aren't you?"

".....!"

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