Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 389



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The 389th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

Jakart’s face hardened as he looked up at the sky that occasionally flashed.

After dealing with the homunculus, we were on our way to collect the wounded and head straight to the palace.

Although they occasionally encountered remnants of ghouls or priests, they were no match for well-trained elven warriors.

But Jakar knew all too well that they were nothing more than mere consumables.

We haven’t even properly faced the real enemy yet.

“Hurry up!”

Jacquard urged his men on. The palace was now just around the corner.

But they had no choice but to stop when they reached the very front of the city walls.

“… … .”

Jakart found himself dumbfounded without realizing it.

Thunder and lightning were still raging overhead, indicating that the fight between the two dragons was becoming increasingly fierce.

And the palace was surrounded by a transparent curtain, a defensive barrier spread by Lexion.

‘This is… … .’

Measures were taken to make it difficult for even friendly forces, let alone enemy forces, to approach the inside of the palace.

That wasn’t all.

Outside the barrier created by Lexion, priests and ghouls wearing black robes completely surrounded the palace.

Judging by the clashing sounds of weapons coming from inside, it seemed that the Royal Knights and the rebels within were still fighting.

And the priests and ghouls were attacking with black divine power and all kinds of force in an attempt to destroy the barrier.

“What on earth is in there… … .”

Jakar muttered in a weary voice.

But there wasn’t much time to worry.

If Lexion’s defenses were to be breached, the palace would be completely occupied by the enemies that rushed in.

While Lexion was fighting Nikephor, his defenses were not perfect either.

Before doing anything, the first priority was to deal with the enemies right in front of us.

At that moment, the subordinate who was nearby called out urgently.

“Instructor, instructor! Look over there!”

“Why is that? … … Ah.”

Jacquard soon noticed what his subordinate was pointing at and frowned.

They discovered a little girl commanding the priests and ghouls.

He looked a little older than Salem, but he was not someone who suited himself to a battlefield like this.

An elf from the Misty Forest tribe with beautiful blond hair and fragrant green eyes, and another woman who guards her.

“It’s Jiklin.”

Jacquard groaned at the familiar face.

A young child who followed behind Sylvian, the captain of the Fog Forest Guard.

Before she knew it, she had become a leading figure in the Chernion cult and was churning out horrific monsters.

The other elves also had complicated expressions.

Jiklin was like the karma of the Fog Forest tribe.

If we could have stopped Ziklin, the outcome of the war might have been significantly different.

That fact still haunts them.

Just then, Jiklin also turned his head as if he had noticed them.

The spirit standing next to her, Rita, stepped forward, taking a wary stance.

Jiklin blinked several times and then burst into a bright laugh.

“You’re a welcome sight. Isn’t that Instructor Jakkar?”

Even though the distance was quite far, the young voice could be heard vividly. Jacquard’s face, which had been blunt throughout, distorted horribly.

“We will fix the mistakes made by the Misty Forest Tribe.”

Jacquard was the first to draw his sword.

“We were unable to stop it and things have gotten to this point, so let’s take responsibility and deal with it.”

“yes.”

The elf warriors answered resolutely.

* * *

“… … You can’t enter the palace?”

Salem asked the spirit. Ray, who had been exploring ahead first, nodded repeatedly as if to say yes.

Salem, who had been reading the spirit’s will for a long time, frowned and looked back at those who followed him.

“They say the area around the palace is already surrounded by enemies. And since Lexion has deployed a defensive barrier, it is impossible to approach from the ground.”

“Then how… … .”

“wait a minute.”

The subordinate tried to ask with a hardened face, but Salem stopped him.

“Instructor Jakar is said to be engaged in combat with Jiklin near the castle walls. It seems that the ghouls and priests led by Jiklin are surrounding the palace. Shekinah and Ragnold are also expected to join them soon.”

Salem, who had been listening to the spirit for a moment, continued speaking.

“It seems impossible for even the spirits to pass through Lexion’s barrier. However, there must still be the Royal Knights of the Kingdom of Lucain inside… … .”

The Royal Knights, who had been fighting the rebels from within, were also trapped and unable to move.

The subordinate suggested.

“Then I think it would be better to join up with Instructor Jakar.”

“No. Lord Arendt told me to go to the palace. Lord Arendt could not have foreseen this situation. There must be a reason why Lord Arendt lured the enemy out of the palace.”

Salem frowned and shook his head.

He thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“I guess I have to go inside the palace.”

“yes?”

The elf warriors let out a surprised voice.

“This kid just said that there’s an abandoned waterway that can be used to get inside.”

It was the very same road that Crown Prince Viktor had used to escape.

“I think there’s a small hole nearby that you can get into there.”

Salem nodded to the spirit hovering before him and continued speaking.

“I don’t know what the situation is inside, so you guys should meet up with Instructor Jakkar for now. I’ll move aside and go inside the palace.”

“But it’s too dangerous for Salem to go alone.”

“It’s okay. To be honest, I wouldn’t be of much help in close combat.”

Although his subordinates staunchly opposed it, Salem did not bend.

“And I’m not alone. If I borrow their help, I’ll have no trouble exploring the inside of the palace. If I want to move stealthily without being noticed by the enemy, it would be better for me to infiltrate alone rather than with several people.”

The subordinates could no longer object to the words that were so perfectly correct. They nodded with indifferent eyes.

“If it is your order… … I will follow it.”

“thank you.”

Salem smiled and nodded.

“If it’s dangerous, I’ll assess the situation and get out right away. So don’t worry.”

“Okay. I’ll tell you the situation as soon as I see Lord Arendt.”

“Yes, please. As I said, please join Instructor Jakar.”

With that last one, Salem turned and started running without any hesitation.

The elf warriors who had been watching his retreating figure with concern soon shook off their worries and hurried their steps.

* * *

Arendt clicked her tongue inwardly as she watched Roger pursue her at a frightening speed.

“Anyway, you perverted pig-like bastard.”

From now on, your nickname is Wild Boar Pervert Mask.

Repeating those words to herself, Arendt tried to calm her breathing, which was rising to her chin.

‘It’s fortunate that he’s just a simple guy.’

Arthur and Arendt’s skills were average, and although Licht was better than them both, he was useless in front of Roger.

Because Roger is a monster who can fight on equal terms with Leo who holds the Holy Sword.

There is a limit to how much time you can waste in this way, so if you were going to confront him, it would be reasonable to come forward with an artifact that could deal with him and someone who had sufficient magical power.

But it was honestly uncertain whether the two people would think that way.

‘I’m going to get a lot of hate later.’

As I was thinking that, Roger, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared right in front of me.

“… … !”

Arendt instinctively raised her sword to defend herself. Almost at the same time, a sword was aimed at her neck and struck her hard.

Kwaaang!

With a shock that struck her entire body, Arendt was thrown backwards.

“Ugh!”

She almost fell through the roof, but Arendt somehow managed to keep her balance by stabbing her sword in.

But there was no time to catch one’s breath, because the next attack came right after.

As the flaming sword flew in, Arendt quickly rolled out of the way.

Kkwaduk.

With a bloody sound, the place where he had just stood was destroyed.

“Oh, damn it… … .”

Arendt swore as she stood up, struggling. But Roger slowly approached her without showing any sign of difficulty.

Like a beast that has cornered its prey.

‘This is no joke.’

He was truly a man worthy of being called Laius’s rival. Even if he were to confront the author head-on, he would have no chance of winning.

But I didn’t feel that much of a sense of crisis.

There wasn’t anything particularly strange.

Arendt had already encountered two beings at the top of this world.

Since falling into this damn world, my sense of reality has strangely become dull… … .

‘I don’t think it was to this extent.’

Maybe Arthur wasn’t entirely wrong when he said there was something wrong.

“Hey, let me ask you something.”

Arendt smiled crookedly, her body covered in wounds.

“What on earth have you done? No matter how I look at it, it’s strange… … The Lucain royal family isn’t that much of a group of idiots, and I was definitely keeping a close eye on them. Cough!”

When I coughed, the blood that had been pooling in my mouth spurted out.

Arendt wiped the corners of her mouth dry and continued speaking.

“You guys are fakes. You know, you’re good at talking big and scamming others… … It’s a bit strange that you infiltrated so quickly. I even spread rumors that you guys were fucking bastards.”

Due to the continuous publicity, civilians within the Kalyon Empire naturally began to harbor antipathy towards Chernion.

As a result, the Chernion Cult had no choice but to retreat and give up on shaking the Callion Empire from within.

However, the circumstances were not much different in the Kingdom of Lucain or other countries.

It was because Cantares quickly spread news about the evil cult abroad.

So, this current situation is clearly a variable that Cantares, Laios, and Arendt could not have anticipated.

Arendt tilted her head.

“Honestly, it’s not a very pleasant situation. I wonder why it had to be the Kingdom of Lucain. Did you hide some important treasure?”

“Looks like you still have the energy to talk.”

Roger slowly approached Arendt, his gaze growing darker.

“I don’t think I need to answer that, Apprentice Knight.”

“Anyway, I told you he’s not fun… … . Cough, cough!”

Arendt forced herself to move, coughing dryly.

“I wish we hadn’t met as enemies. I commend you for holding on until now.”

“Ask our seniors if it’s good or bad. I’ll beg them to take me.”

Arendt regained her composure, though she staggered, and let out a snicker.

“But I don’t intend to just go away like that.”

As he drew on the power of the artifact, a chilling cold air swept around him.

At the same time, Roger rushed at Arendt again.

In an instant, his new form disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, a huge flame rose up right in front of his nose.

“… … !”

Arendt, who intuitively felt that it was inevitable, reflexively raised her sword.

Kwaaang!

The strong impact caused his vision to go blank. When he finally came to his senses, his body was floating in the air.

I somehow managed to avoid being reduced to ashes, but I was unable to withstand the tremendous impact and was bounced off.

I didn’t even have time to take the plunge.

As the ground drew closer with each passing moment, Roger was already rushing towards Arendt.

‘this…….’

If I do something wrong, I’ll really go to the goal?

Only now is the sense of crisis beginning to raise its head.

There was no other choice but to fall like this or clash with Roger’s sword before that.

Arendt braced herself for the impact and tightened her grip on the sword to keep it from slipping away.

But what greeted him was neither the cold ground nor a sword engulfed in flames.

Just before I hit the ground, a rather rough hand grabbed my shoulder.

“… … !”

Arendt opened her eyes wide.

“You’re going to get in big trouble later.”

A smile appeared on Arendt’s lips as an unusually pleasant voice brushed past her ears.

The next moment, Arendt was thrown backwards, lost her balance, and rolled around on the floor.

At the same time, the swords of Leo and Roger, which had been alternating, clashed head-on.

Kuuuung!

The Holy Sword and the Flame Sword clashed in the air, and the sound of explosions shook the heavens and the earth.