Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 394



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The Cheerful God of Betrayal Chapter 394

Lyos de Winfrid has not changed at all since that day.

After a brief sword fight, Roger came to that conclusion.

The holy sword the hero wielded was rough and ferocious, not much different from when he had completely lost his mind in the Great Hall.

His expressionless, yet eerie blue eyes seemed to sparkle with flames that could burn anyone who touched them.

Roger squinted his eyes beneath his mask.

‘Hatred and anger?’

If I had to name the two driving forces that are driving Leos right now, they would probably be those two.

The murderous intent pouring out towards him was so intense that his fingertips were tingling.

As the hero’s adversary, he had a premonition that one day he would directly confront the Holy Sword.

‘But I never thought it would turn out like this.’

Feeling insulted, Roger became somewhat offended.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was controlling his mind with divine power, he might have been very angry.

Kwaaang!

Roger, who had knocked away Lyos’ sword, leaped backwards and gained some distance.

“Hero. I recognize your strength… … .”

Roger landed lightly and stared at Leo with bleak eyes.

“It seems I haven’t become as great a vessel as I first thought. Don’t let your personal feelings tarnish the great undertaking.”

“It’s a bowl.”

Lyos, who had once swung his sword, strode towards Roger.

“I’m not sure how you saw me. Honestly, that’s not my concern.”

Words Roger could not have imagined came out of the hero’s mouth.

Roger’s brow furrowed beneath his mask.

“what?”

“I’m not a great person by nature. I’m weak and, as someone said, I often back down and can’t even tell right from wrong.”

Lyos looked straight at Roger and continued speaking slowly.

“So, he is not a great man fit for such a great undertaking. You have made a big mistake.”

“……her.”

Roger, who had been speechless for a long time, burst into laughter.

“Don’t you know that excessive humility is also impious? Or do you dare to deny God’s choice?”

That was what it meant when Laius belittled himself now.

The god Luce had clearly chosen Laius as his hero. The holy sword in his hand was proof of that.

“It was definitely Luce who gave me the Holy Sword. If that’s the case, then I can’t help but feel somewhat disappointed with her judgment. After all, I wasn’t made to be a hero from the start.”

“Laius added, adjusting his grip on his sword.

“But now that it’s in my hands, there’s no need to hesitate.”

“… … Stop insulting our fight.”

Finally, Roger, who couldn’t stand to hear, warned.

As if representing the surging emotions, the flames caused by the blessing of karma grew more intense.

But Leo didn’t stop talking.

“Was there anything to insult in the first place? You and I, we are both insignificant beings. Was this fight meant for such great men?”

The anger that could not be hidden was clearly revealed in his blue eyes.

“I don’t know anymore.”

Every moment of it was still vivid.

The moment when the apprentice knight who ridiculed things like faith, sacrifice, and gods leaped forward with his sword without a moment’s hesitation.

Arendt’s urgent face, seen for a moment, and the sword mercilessly cutting through Laius’s skin before he could even recognize it.

The smell of blood I had smelled back then, the hot blood that had soaked my face, and the apprentice knight that was cooling down in my arms.

Everything from that time was still engraved beneath my eyelids like a Chinese character.

Although she survived, whether by God’s grace or a trick, Arendt was still in pain.

But rather than being defeated, Arendt chose to confront it head on.

‘In the end, it’s all my fault for my shortcomings.’

Laius gritted his teeth.

The more this happened, the more Laius had no choice but to remain faithful to the role given to him.

Stand on the front line and block as many enemies as possible with your whole body.

So that the enemy’s swords do not reach their own people.

The holy sword and the title of hero were now only for that purpose.

“What you have before you now is not a hero… … but a worthless knight commander who almost lost his young subordinate and is consumed by a desire for revenge.”

Lyos grabbed his sword and glared at Roger.

“You are nothing more than my enemy. Don’t dare call me a hero or an adversary. Isn’t that what’s important right now?”

Behind the mask, Roger’s face hardened.

“bouncer.”

That was the last time the conversation ended.

It was because Laius, who had summoned a strong divine power into his holy sword, once again slammed the ground towards him.

Roger gritted his teeth and started the fire again.

The moment when the two were about to clash head-on again.

Kwaaaaang!

Thunder thundered down from the sky filled with dark clouds and magical energy.

In the aftermath, buildings in the immediate vicinity were destroyed in an instant.

But Leos and Roger did not stop moving. The sword engulfed in flames and the sword clad in divine power clashed head-on, tearing through the air once again.

* * *

“… …Are you okay?”

A gentle voice came from just above my head. I also felt a hand gently stroking my forehead.

Salem couldn’t open his eyes for a while because of the drowsiness that was creeping in. The thought that it wouldn’t be bad to just fall asleep crept into his hazy consciousness.

I was so tired.

It didn’t seem like a bad idea to just close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

But just as Salem was about to indulge in the temptation of rest, the unfamiliar smell of blood tickled her nostrils.

“… … !”

Salem took a deep breath and sat up in his seat. The person who had been caring for him stopped and stepped back.

As I looked around blankly, an unfamiliar sight caught my eye.

The son-in-law was still in the dark, but instead of the dilapidated warehouse, a neat hallway greeted Salem.

Above his head, a gaping hole remained where he had fallen, occasionally dropping rotten pieces of wood.

The smell of blood seemed to come from his own hands, which he had not yet been able to wipe off.

“… … .”

Salem turned her head in a daze and turned to the person sitting right next to her.

The woman, whose eyes met the boy’s, asked cautiously.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”

Salem found himself lost in thought for a moment.

It was a voice that sounded affectionate but strange at the same time. Her appearance, which seemed to melt into the darkness, was also quite far from ordinary.

‘It’s pure white.’

Even in the darkness, her pale white skin stood out as if it were glowing on its own.

In contrast, her long, flowing hair was simply pitch black, as if it had been cut from the night sky.

The fingertips that were carefully extended toward Salem were so thin that they looked as if they would break at any moment if touched.

For a moment, she was so beautiful that I forgot the situation and lost my mind, but I felt no life in her at all.

More like a living person… … .

‘It’s like looking at a porcelain doll.’

Salem swallowed dryly.

But Ray and Luna sat in a stable posture, as if her slender shoulders were a comfortable beacon.

“Have you seen everything?”

When she opened her mouth, Salem, who had been blankly staring, straightened up in surprise.

“Oh, I, I’m sorry. I think I stared too hard… … .”

“It’s okay. It’s natural to be surprised when you meet me in a place like this.”

The woman answered quietly with a soft smile.

“Does anything hurt anywhere?”

“Yes… … . It doesn’t seem like there are any particular injuries.”

Salem nodded absentmindedly, still in a daze.

I couldn’t figure out what was happening.

More than anything else, the identity of the woman before my eyes was the most puzzling.

The spirits, who rarely approached anyone unless they were elves, were acting cute by rubbing their small beaks on the woman’s cheeks.

‘It seems like the spirits have approached him, so he doesn’t seem like a bad person… … .’

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the woman smiled lightly and stroked Luna’s head with her white fingertips.

“You’re cute. But isn’t your master over there?”

“uh……?”

A foolish voice flowed out from Salem’s mouth, who had been dumbfounded.

“Do you see those guys?”

“Well… …. Shouldn’t you think about that question again?”

She asked back with a playful smile.

Only then did Salem realize that she had never opened her eyelids before.

“Because they are so caught up in things like sight, most people don’t even realize such a lovely existence.”

As the woman reached out, Ray lightly rested on her fingertips.

Only then did she slowly open her eyes.

The silver eyes, resembling the moon in the sky, were clearly visible in the darkness.

Salem took a short breath.

His colorless, transparent pupils illuminated his surprised face.

It seemed that she had already completely lost her visual functions, but that didn’t seem to be a big problem for her.

“After all, it is the nature of light that is revealed, it is so shallow. You are a sorcerer of the shadow race, aren’t you? You are a rare noble.”

She continued, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“I have met you here under the merciful shade, and this too is a blessing from Chernion. What is your name?”

“……yes?”

Salem, who had been asking stupidly, felt his blood run cold a beat later.

Only then did I come to my senses and see her face.

An unidentified woman wearing a robe over her entire body.

Clearly Salem had heard of such a being some time ago.

A saint of the Chernion sect who entered the realm of the shadow race alone, calling them apostates and shaking the kingdom in an instant.

“… … !”

Salem jumped up from her seat, startled. But she just smiled and continued talking.

“Oh, before asking for your name, should I have revealed my name first? It’s been a long time since I’ve met an outsider, so I forgot for a moment.”

The silver eyes sank beneath her eyelids again.

“My name is Iris. What about you?”

“Luna, Ray! Come here, quickly!”

Instead of answering, Salem urgently called out to her spirits.

The two spirits tilted their heads in regret, then quickly left Iris and returned to Salem.

Then Iris said with a look of regret.

“Oh. Did I surprise you?”

“Surprise me, and what the… … . What the hell are you?”

“Didn’t you just reveal my name?”

Iris tilted her head.

Her jet-black hair flowed like a waterfall following her movements.

Salem shouted, becoming impatient.

“No, that’s not what I meant!”

“I don’t know why you’re suddenly angry.”

But Iris still had a puzzled expression on her face.

Ray and Luna, who had been watching for a moment, flew back to Porr Iris. Then, they began to rub their beaks against the tips of her white fingers in a good mood.

Salem looked at the sight in astonishment.

Suddenly, I remembered the battlefield outside, where the silence was like a graveyard.

“… … .”

A gruesome scene where the dead, the wounded, and those still fighting with their swords were all tangled together and asleep.

It was Iris, right before our eyes, who created that miserable sight.

The moment he realized that, Salem’s face turned pale.

“I don’t think you’ve heard the answer yet, little elf.”

Looking at Salem with her eyes tightly shut, Iris asked again kindly.

“What is your name?”