Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 386



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The 386th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

Roger slowly stood up, stepping on the spot he had destroyed.

The fierce flames swayed strongly under the night sky as if they were escorting him. Arendt frowned slightly at the sensation of the burning heat.

Arendt snickered as she discovered an arm that looked like a wolf’s paw.

“Hey, you look a little cooler now. Who gave you that arm as a gift?”

“This is also a grace from Chernion.”

When Roger answered in his characteristically dry voice, Arendt stood there awkwardly and burst out laughing.

“Grace… …. Not some sloppy prank by some elf kid?”

“An unbeliever like you wouldn’t understand.”

Despite such provocation, Roger simply stared at Arendt quietly from behind the mask.

“Not only me, but you too have become even uglier.”

“Isn’t he handsome even when I see him again? I know that.”

Roger was silent for a moment, watching Arendt shrug her shoulders.

Although the mask made it impossible to see his face, Arendt could easily guess what expression he was making.

As expected, the answer I had expected came out.

“… … You are so shameless, even though you are standing right in front of the person who almost killed you. Do you not remember?”

“No way. I still have a huge scar because of that. Here.”

Arendt smiled and tapped her chest.

“But you couldn’t kill him?”

Roger paused.

The crescent-shaped golden eyes stood out particularly in the darkness.

“I’m the one who wants to ask. The little rat that you let go of is alive and kicking. How do you feel?”

Arendt spread her arms wide as if to show off her skills and spoke cheerfully.

“And haven’t you guessed it? That I was the one who started this mess. Why didn’t you kill me properly back then? If you had just handled things properly, you wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble.”

“… … You are right. That was definitely my mistake.”

A blunt reply came back. But contrary to the calm voice, the flames surrounding Roger grew even more intense.

The eyes behind the mask held a quiet murderous intent.

“I should have cut off his limbs and cut off his head while he was bragging about how great he was, and presented it to Lord Chernion and the Saintess.”

“I never thought my neck would become this popular. But what can I do if I feel regretful?”

Arendt burst into laughter.

“It’s a shame to give it to a pervert’s mask or a god who’s like a rat. If you want it, go to that damn god yourself and get on your knees and beg.”

Roger’s hand gripped the sword tightly. The murderous intent centered around him grew stronger, but Arendt did not stop talking.

“Well, I won’t give it to you anyway. Since you’ve come this far, I can step on that ugly face with my muddy feet as a gift.”

The smile on Arendt’s lips twisted.

“Hey. Have you ever seen what your god looks like?”

“… … I think I’m seriously crazy.”

Roger, who had been quietly listening, took a step forward. As the distance between them narrowed, the heat became even more vivid.

“The more frightened a beast is, the more it puffs up its body and howls fiercely. Are you afraid?”

“Me? No.”

Arendt burst into laughter.

There was an indescribable light in his bright yellow eyes.

“It’s just so damn hateful. Whether it’s the slimy darkness or the light that’s like a troll.”

“… … .”

Roger just stared at him for a while, as if he wanted to see through his true feelings.

“Take up your sword, Lord Arendt.”

He opened his mouth again.

“I will end your suffering here. I don’t know if you, an unbeliever, will find peace.”

“Rest is fucking shit. I think I’ve said this before.”

The apprentice knight’s smile grew deeper.

“I find my own rest. How dare you, the beggars, interfere?”

A cold air quietly descended, and white frost began to fall around Arendt. Seeing the sword frozen white, Roger no longer hesitated.

In an instant, Roger’s new form disappeared. In the blink of an eye, Roger came up to my nose and swung his sword down.

Kaaaaang!

But it wasn’t Arendt who took his sword.

It was Licht who had approached us and suddenly intervened.

“… … !”

The strong impact caused Richt’s face to wrinkle.

Roger, who was about to counterattack, sensed a sword rushing from behind.

Roger swung his fur-covered arm, striking Licht without hesitation.

Kaaaaang!

The sharp claws and Arthur’s sword clashed head-on.

Arthur’s face twisted for a moment, but instead of holding on, he ran over and joined Arendt.

“Are you really so crazy that you want to die? Why are you provoking me again and causing trouble?”

“It’s nice to see you after such a long time. That’s why I just scratched your surface a little.”

Richt frowned as Arendt shrugged.

“What a crazy guy… …. Are you saying that now?”

“What did I do?”

“Shut up, you punk! I’m going crazy with this tantrum.”

Arthur shouted.

The memory of almost losing Arendt in the Great Hall was still vivid in both of their minds.

The body temperature was cooling down, the smell of blood was unusually strong, and even Laius had completely lost his senses.

However, the person who came back from the dead was not only talking nonsense but also had no sense of crisis, so the two of them couldn’t help but feel angry.

“Anyway, leave the small stuff to the small stuff. Let the skilled people deal with the big guys.”

But Arendt still didn’t care.

He chuckled and increased the strength of his frosty hands.

Roger muttered darkly.

“You can’t beat me.”

The flames grew even more intense. But the heat soon met with the pure white frost and died down before it could reach Arendt, Arthur, and Richt.

“Well, you won’t know until you try it.”

At Arendt’s whining voice, Richt and Arthur’s nerves became even more tense.

At first glance, she seemed relaxed, but her sharp voice clearly reflected the hostility Arendt had toward Roger.

Roger also quietly kept all his senses alert so that he could withstand the three people’s attacks at any time.

but.

“however…….”

Arendt blurted it out naturally.

“Isn’t there really a need to experience it?”

For a moment, Arthur and Licht looked back at their junior with blank eyes. Roger was also dumbfounded for a moment.

Taking in those gazes, Arendt added:

“If you’re not crazy, there’s no need to suffer by buying it. I’ll go first. Seniors, you can fight or not, do whatever you want.”

And Arendt really did jump down from the wall. She turned her back on the palace without any regrets and leisurely left the place.

Those who were left behind simply stood there blankly for a while.

But after a while.

“That crazy kid is for real!”

Arthur followed Arendt, swearing first. So did Richt.

And Roger, who was left alone, sensed an unfamiliar magic a beat later.

“… … !”

As soon as Roger reflexively took a large leap.

Kwaaaaang!

A huge explosion occurred beneath my feet.

The castle walls, which were already in a state of disarray, collapsed into dust in an instant.

“this.”

As soon as Roger clicked his tongue and landed on the ground, he quickly swatted away the debris pouring down on his head and raised his head.

Soon, a being with black wings spread out came into view.

The one who launched the surprise attack on him was Dragon Lexion.

“… … .”

Lexion looked down at Roger with his bright red eyes.

As if he was not allowed to approach the palace.

Roger’s face hardened.

‘Before I knew it… … .’

The moment he set foot inside the palace, it was clear that Lexion’s magic would fly in.

I could also guess why Arendt was able to turn back without any hesitation.

With the invasion of the palace completely blocked, Roger was left with only one option.

Roger clicked his tongue displeasedly.

“… … What a pain in the ass.”

* * *

“You really, please, stop! You little punk!”

Arthur, who was following behind, went crazy.

“If you’re going to do something, at least say something, please!”

But Arendt remained calm.

“What did I do? Do you know what the senior who said that is following me?”

“How can people be so consistent!”

As Licht muttered in a weary voice, the usual nonsense returned.

“They are all consistently good.”

“… … .”

The two decided to keep their mouths shut. Soon after, they felt Roger’s presence in pursuit. Arendt glanced behind her and said,

“Lexion will guard the palace. Edgar can now take care of the small fry inside.”

“So you were planning to deal with that monster bastard alone?”

“No way. I don’t have any hobbies like that.”

Arendt responded bluntly to Arthur’s words.

“I never thought you’d show up here in the first place. Why is that punk acting like a troublemaker to me instead of the captain?”

“I think I know why… … .”

Of course, Licht’s muttering voice was ignored. Meanwhile, Roger was pursuing him with a fearsome momentum. Arendt glanced at him and measured the distance, then muttered calmly.

“Hmm. Did you get caught impersonating me? I was just messing around.”

“Isn’t this guy seriously crazy?”

“It’s not something a senior should be saying. It’s late to be saying this, but what have you been doing behind someone else’s back?”

Just as the two were about to start arguing, Licht’s nervous voice interrupted.

“Please stop fighting unnecessarily!”

“Okay, fine. Then let’s discuss that later.”

Arendt responded coolly.

‘Leave the palace to Salem.’

Lexion would be tied up soon, too. Arendt quickly finished her calculations.

“Hey, go tell your master. He wants you to go straight to the palace.”

Richt and Arthur looked bewildered at Arendt’s sudden words. But they were not the ones who heard those words.

The spirits that were floating around recognized the situation and quickly left the place.

“Let’s stop that freaking bastard first. I don’t think we can do it on our own though.”

Arendt slowed down and naturally turned around. The pure white frost followed his movements like a blizzard.

“Wouldn’t it be possible to just kill some time until the great hero arrives?”

Arendt added jokingly.

The moment he finished speaking, Roger, who had been kicking the ground, ran towards Arendt.

Kwaaang!

The flames and the pure white frost clashed head-on like a storm.

A cloud of steam rose and swept across the area.

Arendt burst into laughter in the fog she had created.

“Villains should be the material for heroic epics, just like villains. Stop pretending to be unnecessarily tragic.”

The first act has ended with the tragedy of the Lucain royal family, and the second act, which will one day be recorded as the story of a hero, has begun… … .

Their stage was just beginning.