Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 401



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The 401st episode of the delightful god of betrayal

Kuuung.

An unusual vibration rang out from above her head. But Arendt did not respond at all. She simply stared at Iris with her golden eyes that had sunken into a gloomy state.

“It was clearly Lady Luce who broke the rules first. Our protest was justified.”

Iris said forcefully.

“But He has suppressed us with the authority He has received under the rules… … and has brought down to Earth a being who is not fit for a harmonious world, a hero and a holy sword.”

Arendt, who had been listening quietly, burst into laughter.

“You like protesting. After all, aren’t you the one who started the war?”

“Because Lady Luce broke her promise.”

The saint answered leisurely.

“As I just said, our protest was absolutely justified.”

“Don’t be a jerk.”

The golden eyes glaring at Iris grew even colder.

“You can just grab each other’s hair and bite each other, so why are you telling me to fight with these guys who have nothing to do with me?”

“Because that is the most moderate way.”

But Iris was still relaxed. She spread her arms slightly, as if imitating the two statues.

“Look. A kingdom was driven to the brink of destruction just by a fight between dragons.”

It was a movement that made me look like an actor on stage.

The moment she realized that, Arendt became even more upset.

Iris opened her eyes slightly and whispered.

“So this too can only be a mercy. Instead of waiting helplessly, we can fight with our own two hands and dedicate this world to the One we love.”

Standing beneath the colorful lights emitted by the spirits, Iris appeared like an unreal being.

“Even war and death are blessings.”

The smiling face seemed genuinely proud of being the leader of those who sacrifice their lives for God.

Arendt wiped her face and sighed slowly.

“under…….”

My head was pounding and I felt nauseous.

He couldn’t tell if it was because of the wandering spirit lights or because of the two gods staring at him intently.

“There are many different types of dog barking.”

Arendt blurted out, pressing her hand against her forehead.

“War and death are blessings? Who cares?”

“Everything is according to their will.”

“Then you should just go your own way. I have no intention of hanging out with you.”

Arendt took her hand away and looked at Iris coldly. Iris tilted her head slightly.

“Do you know what the harmony that was established in the beginning was? The weak should submit to the strong. That is the most convenient and rational way to survive.”

“So are you saying that the insects of the earth should either be eaten by chicken-headed gods, worship them, or run away and hide? This is ridiculous.”

The apprentice knight let out a bitter laugh.

“I’m sorry, but that kind of old-fashioned talk has long since gone out of style.”

There was an obvious murderous intent in his golden eyes.

“Insurrection. Treason. Revolution. The strong are punished by the weak.”

A clear voice filled the silent temple.

“A king being beheaded by his subjects. I think that kind of thing would be more interesting.”

Kuuung.

Another ominous noise came from somewhere, but he paid no attention.

Arendt approached Iris and continued speaking.

“The weak have their own way of surviving. They cover their bodies with thorns and have poison inside their bodies.”

Even though her vision was blurry, Arendt looked straight at Iris.

“The world is not that easy. If you think that gentle sheep will stay quiet in the pasture forever, you are very mistaken.”

The smile gradually disappeared from Iris’ face.

“Do you really think there won’t be a sheep that bites the shepherd’s hand instead of the grass? If the shepherd dog’s teeth tear his throat and the flock tramples him, the shepherd will eventually become nothing more than a piece of meat.”

There is no such thing as an eternal strong person.

It was as natural as the law of the jungle.

“To praise and follow a strong being and be powerless and sacrifice. That too is a blessing… … . That’s so boring. The audience doesn’t like that kind of thing.”

But on the contrary, Arendt began to giggle and laugh meaninglessly.

“Isn’t it much more interesting to hear a story about a ruler being ridiculed and trampled by the lowliest of people?”

“… … You are, what should I say.”

Iris, who had been silent for a moment, let out a short sigh.

“You are not a very polite being.”

It was a tone that somehow gave off a sense of weariness. The porcelain face that had previously only shown a faint smile finally showed a real expression.

That was something Arendt quite liked.

“A cocky and disobedient apprentice knight is more suitable for comedy than a well-behaved, dog-like saint.”

Arendt took a step back and added in a pretended cheerful tone.

“You see, the one who dragged me in was that great god you praise so much. If you want to blame him, try spitting in the sun.”

The saint was silent for a moment.

The face, with its eyes closed tightly, seemed somewhat disturbed by the blasphemy it was hearing for the first time in its long life.

But Iris quickly erased her expression.

“What… … This is a meaningless argument. No matter how well I roll my tongue, it doesn’t seem like I can easily persuade this person.”

Iris turned away from Arendt and walked slowly behind the two statues.

“I told you earlier, right? I came here for a different reason.”

Arendt kept a wary eye on her movements.

“however?”

“I also agreed with Nikepor’s words that we should erase the past and establish Chernion as the only rule in this world. The promises of the past were no longer meaningful.”

The soft tone continued.

“But there are still things left here that I really want to get back.”

Iris bent down and carefully felt the platform on which the statue was placed with her fingertips.

After a while.

The drawer hidden under the table opened with a click. Then Iris smiled brightly.

She took out what was inside and held it carefully in her arms.

“book?”

Arendt frowned.

The cover of the thick book was wrapped in quite luxurious leather. However, it was so old that the title was no longer visible.

“This is the temple I always carried with me when I lived here.”

But Iris carefully ran her hands through the worn-out book as if it were a precious piece of gold.

“It used to be a common item, but under Luce’s tyranny, it has become impossible to find in the world. Now, only this one remains.”

Iris, genuinely happy, spoke without hesitation when Arendt asked her a question.

“I just wanted to get this back. It holds so many memories… … Thank you for hanging out with me until now.”

Iris, with a bright smile, looked back at Arendt.

“I wish we had another chance to talk… … . I can only look forward to a future when that happens.”

Kuuung.

The spirits began to stir anxiously as a threatening noise was heard again from above.

“There isn’t much time left, so let’s each do our part now, Lord Arendt.”

There was a strange emphasis in the tone in which the name was called.

The silvery eyes that had suddenly appeared outside of her eyelids captured Arendt’s appearance in its entirety.

Arendt smiled bitterly as she looked at herself reflected in her eyes.

“So, from now on, I should just cut you down? Like a knight apprentice.”

“That may not be a bad idea, but it doesn’t seem like a very good idea.”

Iris laughed out loud.

Arendt did not refute this either.

Because just a short distance away, Salem and Ryder were knocked unconscious by Chernion’s divine power.

“Giving affection ultimately means increasing your weaknesses.”

Iris opened her eyes and her silver pupils became crescent-shaped.

“It’s a good thing. We’ve been living in the shadows, so we’ve lost the luxury of taking care of such trivial things.”

“… … .”

Although the voice was still relaxed, there was a subtle coldness in it.

But before Arendt could respond, Iris turned away as if nothing had happened.

“As you know, I can’t harm you directly. And you can’t easily kill me either. So… … .”

Iris, who had been pretending to be quiet for a moment, smiled brightly.

“Shall we make a deal?”

* * *

The defensive barrier was destroyed, but breaking through the tightly closed walls was no easy task.

Phew!

An arrow flew in from somewhere and pierced the priest’s head. The priest fell to his death in an instant, followed by ghouls, but the fire magic cast by Shekinah followed right after.

“Keeeeeek!”

“Kyaaaaah!”

Shekinah slowly took a deep breath as she watched the ghouls fall from the walls like fireballs. Ragnold, who had been carrying the quiver himself and keeping the priests in check, hurriedly approached.

“Are you okay?”

“No problem.”

Shekinah politely declined his support and took a few steps back.

“More than that… … the situation is not good.”

The enemies who had been pursuing the retreating elves turned around and started rushing back towards the palace as soon as the barrier was breached.

Although Leos and the Three Knights were holding out as best they could to keep them at bay, it seemed like it would only be a matter of time before they would climb over the walls.

“Is it really right to withdraw troops now?”

They must already know that the royal family has fled. But seeing them desperately trying to invade the palace means that what they want is inside.

Ragnold’s face hardened as if he was thinking the same thing as her.

“I agree with conserving power, but I don’t want to be like a dog that retreats in defeat.”

At that moment, both elves shut their mouths simultaneously.

It was because I suddenly felt a chill down my spine.

Woof woof!

The magical gusts that had been quiet for a moment began to blow fiercely again.

Shekinah unconsciously raised her gaze and opened her mouth slightly without realizing it.

Lexion and Nikephor were entangled like beasts fighting over territory.

Their appearance, half free of the magic of polymorphism, was indescribably grotesque and beautiful.

Their swollen limbs were covered with beautiful scales, their hands were equipped with sharp claws as they tried to tear each other’s throats, and their foreheads had ugly horns.

The wings spread wide open constantly caused a storm, and the eyes that revealed their true reptilian appearance were no longer indicative of any reason.

“… … .”

The golden, splendid magic of Nikepor burned Lexion’s skin, and Lexion’s magic, like a pack of black wolves, continued to bite Nikepor.

In the midst of the frenzied battle between the giant beings, Shekinah and Ragnold were left completely absorbed in their duties.

Being able to see their battle with your own eyes meant only one thing.

This place will soon be devastated by the battle of dragons.