The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chaptre 81. A Confession

Hortensia is the best place for Clara. In terms of sight or peace. This is where he can be lazy every day, but can still eat.

Quite different from his old self. Who had to work hard to earn money for his life and his sister.

"Mirye, are you healthy there?"

Asking the heavens was the dumbest thing Clara did today. He knew no one would answer him, but Clara kept asking.

Mirye, the only family Clara can still call family. Because, the two parents who are always angry - angry never consider himself and Mirye as children. Clara only reciprocated by not acknowledging them as her parents.

Although Clara did not like it, but Clara still bore the lives of the three people. He works hard every day to support them. In fact, both parents even berated him because he got a small salary.

Clara clucked bitterly as a memory entered her mind. Suddenly he recalled how annoying the two parents who called themselves father and mother were. There was only Mirye beside him, only Mirye was the Clara family.

It's not usually Clara remembers something. Because he always accidentally absorbed black magic. His abilities in everything were somewhat dull, except for his fighting and killing abilities. If that one, it won't collect until anytime. It was just that Clara was still lousy in the face of an invisible enemy, so her killing ability was somewhat sunk from her weakness.

This morning they had just arrived in Hortensia after a night of travel (they stopped a lot so long ago). Clara who felt aching all over her body immediately threw herself on the mattress. Jean himself still followed the emperor wherever he went.

So where is the emperor now?

Clara does not know for sure, but the possibility of Meiger exiting the imperial palace is rather small today. It seemed like he was in a study room, a temple, or at least in his own room.

"Mh, I promised to send a message to Allen and Duke Wayne. I'd like to ask Nero for a paper and pen."

Finally, Clara walked into the palace kitchen. Where Nero used to be there, he can't always be with Jean now. I don't know why, but the emperor certainly needed it more than Clara.

"Nero's?"

Clara entered the palace kitchen, there empty. Because it was still a long way to lunch, so the palace cooks seemed to be resting. Maybe Nero is the same.

"Then I go to the temple. Please - please be there Your Majesty so that I can ask him for a paper and pen."

...❀...

Clara walked towards the palace temple. How surprised he was to see a temple whose shape was quite different from the one Clara saw last time. It's like, the temple was renovated. Although it looks quite different, but Clara has the same impression of this temple.

And near there too, there was an emperor sitting while doing imperial duties. Being the emperor was not just berleha here and there looking for a wife, they also rode work for the people.

Clara approached Meiger with a dusty smile. He would make a show when he wanted to, fortunately Meiger already knew the nature of this Clara fox.

"What do you want to ask for?"

Clara flinched, the shrimp she hid behind the stone could still be seen. Clara's smile grew wider, this one was to ask for forgiveness for her life.

Really, my life is the most important thing. Don't kill me!

"Ehehe. The servant's room was very paper-poor, so the servant had to leave the room if he wanted to make a letter." Clara scratched her non-itchy cheeks.

"There's a lot of blank paper in your room, right?" Meiger knitted both of his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, it's different. That's for painting, whereas all I need is to write."

"Everything different?"

Clara nodded her head strongly.

Meiger sighed, she handed Clara a piece of paper and a pen. Meiger won't ask, because it's obvious the purpose of the letter is Duke Wayne.

"You were so diligent in sending him letters. Is he so important?" Meiger asked, who inexplicably sounded a tone of annoyance in Clara's ears.

"Hamba already thinks of it as family." Clara answered quickly.

He started writing his letter. When Clara stated that Hendrick was like his own family. A faint smile was etched on his lips.

To be honest, Meiger was annoyed by the familiarity of the two people. But still, Meiger had no right to be upset. Besides, who is he?

"Clara, come here."

Meiger waved his hand, telling Clara to come closer. Clara finally approached, still with the pen in her hand. He did not rise from his chair, only leaning his head on Meiger.

Meiger cupped Clara's head quickly. Making the position of their two faces approaching, Clara swore that their two noses had touched each other.

Surely this makes Clara's heart pounding not play. Now, he could see that pair of beautiful ruby eyes that there was only one in the world (Grein was not included because he was gone).

Because Clara's heart was no longer strong, Clara decided to close her eyes. In order to reduce the damage caused by seeing Meiger's eyes closely. He did not know that the distance between his lips was getting smaller.

Mirye! It's not funny at all. My mouth is no longer holy and now I have to accept being kissed again. Hah.

Meiger's two hands had already wrapped around Clara's head. Clara became a victim again. Clara's hands had even trembled violently due to their extraordinary position.

TRACKS

Heh? The tracks? What'sthat...?

In the blackness of her eyesight, Clara felt that her hair was breaking down. This was strange, even though Clara had clamped her hair with a jade pin in the shape of a ranunculus flower.

Uh?!

Clara realized that her body was still leaning towards Meiger. So Clara again pulled herself back to her original position, which was to sit opposite the emperor.

Clara's cheeks were still blushing, it was because she had already imagined a scene that was not - no. Don't blame Clara, because it was Meiger who made Clara become wild fantasies. Clara held onto her chest, trying to neutralize her own heartbeat.

SREK

"Hm?"

Clara who initially focused on neutralizing her heartbeat. Being distracted when he saw the emperor handing something to him, the emperor placed it on the table.

"If you want to wear it. At least not in front of me, 'cause it makes me mad."

Meiger pulls his hand back, the thing he handed to Clara is now clearly visible. It was a ranunculus flower jade slip that Hendrick had given to him.

Clara's reflexes held onto her already broken hair. It turned out that the emperor took off the jade flops that tied his hair. However, what was with the attitude of this emperor?

"Your Majesty hates this jade slip?" Clara took the jade slip and put it in her dress pocket. Because Meiger just warned him.

"No. I hate the giver." Answer Meiger. Although the tone of his speech was flat, there was great pressure there.

Your Majesty hates Duke Wayne? Could it!

Clara smiled meaningfully at Meiger. "It's impossible if Your Majesty is jealous...?"

Clara's intention was just a fad, because it could be dangerous if the emperor was really jealous

"Yes, I'm jealous. You got a problem with that?"

DEG

A...what?! I'm just a prank here. Why is it a love statement? Please don't prank me this Jones...

"Your Majesty must be joking, right...?" Clara asked worriedly, even her voice trembling in disbelief at the words of the emperor who were impressed like the declaration of love.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Meiger. Really, he had to be patient with Clara who started this slow.

"Huf... It seems like black magic has already dominated within you. Little by little he erodes the sharpness of your senses."

Clara who initially blushed became frozen. He knew this, Clara was already aware of the side effects of black magic absorption. Clara was actually reluctant to absorb the black magic, but her special ability willed itself.

Unknowingly Clara gripped the end of her dress. He was disappointed, in himself, as well as in the destiny that had led him to live this miserable life.

But Clara said something to Frederick Wayne. She's grateful. For the life he lived, even though it made him suffer. The most important thing is that she can still live, Clara's gratitude is for this second life.

No matter how hard his life was, he still had to live.

When he is loved by someone, that is more than enough for him. Clara is happy when she is loved. Even by the people he loved.

"Thank you for your love, Your Majesty. I really feel happy." Clara gave her sweetest smile, looking down because she did not dare to see the emperor directly.

"Hm."

Ck! I just got into romantic mode. Why is this guy getting cold to me again?!

Clara took it slowly, she suddenly became annoyed at the emperor. This man is not more romantic to him even so add more stone. How hard was the emperor's heart?

"Your Majesty, so your declaration of love just ends?" Cetus Clara, he's trying to hold back the urge to kick someone's head.

"Hm."

Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm! Just keep going!

Clara sulks, she re-writes Hendrick's letter.

It seemed that the emperor's heart was no longer ice but stone. Because his heart cannot be melted. There must be waves constantly eroding his heart.

"Clar."

"Hg."

Clara is cosplaying to become emperor.

"What if you accompany me here every day?"

Eh?

TB

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