Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 376



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The Cheerful God of Betrayal Chapter 376

The next morning.

Arendt burst into Victor’s office with Lexion in tow.

Crown Prince Victor was left speechless by the sudden appearance of Arendt and the man in black whom he had never seen before.

“Bad morning, Your Majesty. You don’t look like you slept very well.”

Arendt von Eckhart said it shamelessly:

Victor, who had been blankly staring as if he had seen a ghost, licked his lips.

“… … Lord Arendt, that appearance is… … .”

The sunlight just beginning to rise outside the window caught the side of Arendt’s face.

The silver hair that stood out, the pale face that seemed slightly bloodless, and the golden eyes blended well with the cold impression.

His manners as a servant were impeccable, but it felt like he had finally found the right clothes.

Arendt responded incredulously.

“Does that matter now?”

“Huh? Huh, huh?”

Only then did Victor come to his senses and hurriedly looked around.

The windows were tightly shut, and if the door had been opened and closed, the knights guarding outside could not have missed it.

There was no knocking, of course, and it wasn’t like he opened the door and barged in.

The two of them literally appeared in the middle of the office as if they had fallen from the sky.

“… … !”

Whoosh! Viktor jumped up in surprise. The chair fell backwards, but he didn’t have time to pay attention to it.

“Oh, how did you get in here?”

“Oh, you’re so dull. I told you. There’s an outstanding magician here.”

Arendt nodded to the Lexion standing behind her.

“Let me introduce myself again. My name is Lexion. When I came in here, I told people I was Explorer Rack.”

“… … .”

“Oh, I believe you will forgive my rudeness in barging in without permission. It is an urgent matter.”

Without even the courage to answer, Victor just stared blankly between Arendt and Lexion.

“It’s definitely a piece of scrap metal, just like you said.”

“That’s right. I don’t know if this will be of much use, but I guess there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s better than nothing.”

Arendt nodded with a displeased expression as Lexion frowned.

“What the hell is going on?”

Victor asked in a bewildered manner as he listened to the pouring criticism. Arendt glanced at Lexion and spoke simply.

“I’ll only say this once, so listen carefully. This person is a dragon.”

“… … .”

Victor’s mouth opened wide at the unexpected remark. But Arendt was merciless.

“He’s my assistant. Let’s make this clear. He’s not on the side of the Kalyon Empire, he’s on my side.”

“But what difference does that make… … .”

Victor’s confused mumbling was met with a firm retort.

“There’s a big difference. I’m the kind of person who would spit in front of Luce Shin if I could. Anyway, if that’s what I’m saying, please understand and don’t spit on me. I don’t have time to explain it twice.”

“… … .”

Victor became mentally confused.

It was because of the incomprehensible situation of having a dragon right next to me, along with the unprecedented treatment I had received and the type of blasphemy I had never heard of.

“The reason I came to see you in this form is because I’m going to talk about something important. I thought it would be a bit rude to talk to you in disguise.”

Victor, who had been listening blankly, muttered.

“Manners? Now?”

“Still, I guess you know how to speak the truth to some extent.”

Even though Lexion sympathized with Arendt, she naturally ignored him.

“Do you understand so far, Your Majesty?”

“… … Okay, for now.”

Victor, who had been blankly staring, nodded his head bewilderedly.

“Okay. Well then, since we don’t have much time, I’ll get to the point.”

Arendt continued, her hands stuffed into her pockets.

“I’ll be frank. Since this is the Kingdom of Lucain, I will at least pretend to listen to His Highness the Crown Prince’s opinion. But in the end, I will do as I please.”

“what?”

“I mean, I’ll only offer you the bare minimum of choices. That’s the extent of my consideration. If you refuse, I’ll just do whatever I want from start to finish. What do you want?”

Victor just stared at Arendt with a blank expression for a while.

“I don’t want to see that Luche is a good thing, and I don’t want to play with the guys who don’t know anything.”

Arendt met his gaze directly and continued speaking point by point.

“I am the most arrogant bastard in the Kalyon Empire. I can’t stand anything that doesn’t go my way.”

“… … .”

“But since you are the master of this kingdom, I am asking you out of morality. What will you do from now on?”

Arendt, who said that, was, as she said, terribly arrogant. But for some reason, she did not feel like rejecting or opposing it.

‘The author is neither a hero nor a trainee knight… … .’

Victor looked at Lexion without realizing it.

The man Arendt called the Dragon simply stood back, as if he had delegated everything to the apprentice knight.

Now it didn’t seem like Arendt was playing with words.

Of course, Lexion’s identity is not a lie either.

“… … .”

Victor remained silent for a while, as if he was struggling. But his worries did not last long.

He had decided to trust Arendt anyway. He even asked them to judge and dispose of the crimes his beloved family might have committed.

After a while, a calm voice came out of Victor.

“… … What should I do?”

The crown prince, who raised his head again, seemed to have made a decision.

“Okay. Then I will include His Highness the Crown Prince as well. First, I will explain the situation.”

Arendt raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction.

“This is information that Lord Lexion has gathered while traveling around the kingdom for the past few days… … . It would be best to prepare yourself mentally before listening.”

“Why?”

“It’s more ruined than Your Majesty could have imagined, now.”

At Arendt’s plain words, Victor’s gaze wandered into the air again. Regardless, Arendt continued her explanation.

“The enemy will attack this way. There will be an army of homunculi and ghouls, and some civilians mixed in.”

“Wait a minute, you’re a civilian?”

Victor, who had been listening blankly, suddenly came to his senses.

“Yes. Those guys who were full of complaints against me rebelled and joined the Chernion Church. They brought homunculi and ghouls into this country.”

“… … .”

Arendt continued speaking calmly to the crown prince, whose face turned pale in an instant.

“They’re hiding in various places, but fortunately, they’re not as large as I thought. Only the leaders who lead them have been baptized into the Chernion religion, and the rest of them don’t seem to have been brainwashed at all.”

“… … .”

“No matter what, I still find it annoying that they are the ones who rebelled voluntarily.”

Arendt tilted her head.

“What do you want to do?”

“……what?”

“I told you, I’ll give you a choice. Will you join me in subduing the ghouls? Or will you spare their lives and rehabilitate them?”

Victor flinched at the cold voice.

“Honestly, the first one is quick and easy. The bereaved families of the traitor will not dare to express their discontent, and will bow their heads to the royal family who made the decisive decision.”

An unusually clear voice continued to whisper.

“Your Majesty, you may simply observe from the comfort and safety of the palace. The Duke of Middleton’s men, the Royal Knights, and reinforcements from the Carlyon Empire will arrive shortly to take care of everything.”

“… … .”

“But the country will be covered in blood, and some of the bereaved families who surrendered out of fear of the sword will turn back to the enemy and become ardent followers of the evil god. For them, the enemy will not be the evil god, but us who have pointed the sword at them.”

Victor swallowed hard and asked.

“… … What’s the second one?”

“The second option is harder, and perhaps even more arduous for you. And you will forever be responsible for the choice you make today. You will have to have blood on your hands.”

Victor’s face hardened.

“But we can at least stop the river of blood from flowing through the kingdom. The ghouls and homunculi will be dealt with by the heroes of the Kalion Empire, and the ragtag army will all be thrown into prison and regret their choices. Maybe we can send them as guinea pigs for the rehabilitation treatment being researched in the Kingdom of Nephele.”

The crown prince flinched.

Arendt recognized the fear on his face.

It was natural for a person who had never experienced hardship or adversity in his life.

But Arendt trusted her own vision.

‘I did persecute him because he was just a piece of scrap metal and a useless bastard… … .’

Even for Victor, there was one place he could trust.

“… … Lord Arendt is very good at lying.”

The crown prince lowered his gaze and muttered softly.

“From the beginning, there was only one thing I could choose.”

His fingertips were trembling with fear, but Victor clenched his fists as if trying to hide it.

“If I can shoulder even a little of it, please. Let me do it. I will endure it even if I have blood on my hands. I think I will be able to save my reputation if I do the bare minimum as the crown prince.”

The semi-main voice flowed out uncomfortably. But Arendt did not laugh at it.

“great.”

If the blood of the weak flows a lot, it will inevitably become a tragedy.

If someone sheds tears of blood, that too is a tragedy.

If we thoroughly define the enemy as evil and punish him, we can even package the blood that is shed as the punishment of evil and promotion of good, but unfortunately, even that was not possible.

‘This isn’t a stage where everything can be settled with one game.’

The fight repeats.

The hero of this story is too righteous to cut down the weak and volunteer to be good.

And the one who was to become the master of the kingdom was so reckless, there was nothing he could do.

The inevitable bloody smell is hidden behind the actor’s back, and the light can only be focused on the parts that need to be shown.

“Would you like to do a play with me, Your Majesty?”

Victor muttered stupidly.

“theater?”

“They are biding their time. Including the secret forces within the royal family whose identities have yet to be revealed. They will definitely try to strike first while we are in confusion.”

Arendt said indifferently.

“When that moment comes, the enemies will summon ghouls and homunculi and advance on the palace. So… … .”

But the gaze directed at Victor was no longer cold.

“Don’t let them raise the curtain on the stage. Your Majesty, with your own two hands, is the one who starts it all.”

Arendt added each word, as if engraving it into her heart.

Crown Prince Victor stared blankly at the young apprentice knight as if possessed.

Her golden eyes, bathed in the morning sunlight, looked like heated flames.