Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 402



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The 402nd episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

“Captain.”

Licht, who had tried hard to regain his composure, barely managed to call out to Leos.

“The situation is not very good.”

Although Licht was no longer surprised by anything, there was an unavoidable fear in his voice.

The Lexion seemed to somehow restrain itself from harming the ground forces.

But there was clearly a limit to how far he could go in protecting everyone from the rampaging Nikephor.

“… … .”

Inside the walls, there were still knights belonging to the Kingdom of Lucain, and somewhere in the palace, there were Arendt, Rider, and Salem.

And it was obvious that this place would soon be devastated by the dragon’s power.

It was a situation where one of the three had to give up.

Lyos, who had been quietly gazing at the battlefield, finally opened his mouth.

“Richt.”

“yes?”

“Take the knights and retreat. Is that possible?”

Licht looked dumbfounded at the sudden order. Regardless, Laius continued to speak while staring at the wall.

“Hold the line moderately and then retreat. There is no point in staying here any longer.”

“Yes? No, but Arendt and Ryder are still… …!”

Licht, who had been shouting loudly without realizing it, suddenly stopped talking. He noticed that Leos’ face had turned cold.

“Tell Instructor Jakar to do the same. Take all the archers with you, and get out of the dragons’ combat range as quickly as possible.”

Lyos gripped the holy sword, which was soaked in the blood of his enemies.

“I will stay behind and rush into the castle.”

“… … .”

Licht, at a loss for words, gaped. After a while, he came to his senses and opened his mouth again.

“Right now, we can’t even figure out where those three are. I’m not sure if I can find them in time even if I rush in alone.”

“I have no intention of looking for it.”

Lyus cut off his words and added:

“Just wait.”

“Chief… … .”

Licht groaned.

After a while, he bit his lips once and cried again.

“If that’s the case, we will wait with you.”

“You stand back. This is an order.”

“I refuse.”

Although Laius spoke firmly, he was immediately met with a cold response.

This time, the one who was speechless was Leo.

Licht took advantage of the gap and continued speaking quickly.

“I’m sure the other guys feel the same way. If the captain stays, who would want to step down? Are you planning to make us into apprentices and fools who hide behind the captain’s back?”

Licht took a deep breath and then snapped in an unusually fierce tone.

“Do you think Arendt and the captain are the only ones who are stubborn? We can be stubborn too. If you go, we’ll go with you, and if you stay here, we’ll stay with you.”

“no…….”

Before Lyos could even respond, Licht shouted towards the battlefield.

“The captain will be left here alone, so he has ordered us to retreat! Those who retreat, join the elf camp and return! This is the captain’s order!”

“Huh? What did you say?”

The knights who had been mindlessly cutting down the ghouls began to raise their heads one by one.

“The captain is left alone? Are you serious?”

“Did you tell me to go back? Leaving the captain behind?”

Eyes filled with a sinister intent turned toward Leo.

Laius was left speechless when he was faced with his subordinates who seemed ready to devour him at any moment.

It was the first incident of disobedience of group orders since becoming the leader.

If I said anything different here, it looked like I would pounce on Leo.

“I overheard you say you were going into the castle? Alone?”

“… … .”

Arthur, who had quietly approached us, intervened calmly.

Although his entire body was covered in wounds, he showed no intention of backing down.

Laius, who had been silent for a moment, opened his mouth.

“… … I’m sorry. I made a slip of the tongue.”

“So, do you step back? Or do you wait for Arendt as you said?”

Only then did Licht calm down and continue speaking.

“I can follow any other orders you give me. But I absolutely refuse to leave you here alone. Whatever punishment you give me later, it doesn’t matter.”

Not a single knight left the battlefield despite the commander’s orders.

He just stood there silently, cutting down the enemies and waiting for further orders.

“……ha.”

After a long time, Laius let out a deep sigh. It was because he realized that he could not change their minds.

Eventually, Leo had no choice but to fall into trouble again.

‘It seems like Jiklin and Rita have already left, leaving only their troops behind.’

The elves were already quite a distance from the front lines, and the priests and ghouls were somehow struggling to climb over the walls.

Some tried to break down the door by repeatedly exploding gunpowder and magic. The elves and Shekinah tried to stop them from as far away as possible, but there was a limit to that.

Laius, who had been glaring at his enemies, finally made up his mind.

“Then let’s go together.”

“I will follow.”

Unlike earlier when he had been pouring out his anger, Licht answered without a single moment of hesitation.

It was a decision so quick it was laughable.

“Dig in as deep as you can and stop them from getting over the walls. Give cover to Glenn and the others… … .”

Lyos, who was about to quickly convey the order, suddenly stopped talking.

“Captain?”

I didn’t even hear Licht calling strangely.

Laius quickly looked up at the cloudy sky.

The flow of magical power that had been fluctuating violently suddenly changed.

* * *

“What do you want?”

“You’re more willing to accept it than I expected.”

Iris burst into laughter when Arendt asked her harshly.

“If I were to ask you, Lord Arendt, to come with me, would you agree?”

“Did I go crazy?”

Iris smiled brightly at his resolute reply.

“I’m joking. I don’t want to take such a dangerous risk. I clearly remember what happened to the child who coveted you.”

It was a story about Rebecca. Iris tilted her head as if she was thinking about it.

“I think it would be a good idea to take this opportunity to receive some frosty hands… … .”

Silver eyes scanned Arendt from head to toe.

“It doesn’t seem to have much meaning now. So how about this?”

As if a good idea had occurred to her, Iris closed her eyelids again and smiled brightly.

“It is Arendt who will achieve our purpose.”

Arendt frowned, not quite understanding what she was saying.

“what?”

“As I said before… … . Our ultimate goal is to completely erase Luce from this world.”

Iris walked leisurely.

Then, the two statues that had been hidden from her until then revealed themselves again.

In the center of the temple, the twin gods were surrounded by spirits who looked like their children, and they were bathed in a mystical light.

Iris’s disparate voice was superimposed on the peaceful scene.

“So, Lord Arendt, please destroy this place yourself.”

“… … .”

As Arendt’s face hardened, Iris took a silent step toward her.

“All other ancient temples have already been destroyed, and this is the last remaining temple. Because of the atrocities of the previous heroes, the world before Lord Luce came to rule has disappeared without a trace. Most of the records have been destroyed, and all who knew about that time have passed away… … .”

Fall, fall.

Even in that situation, the sound of the robe being dragged on the floor was particularly jarring.

Iris stopped just two steps away from Arendt.

“Now, only I, Nicépor, and Lord Arendt know that such a time existed.”

“… … .”

As a relatively young dragon, Lexion did not even know that such a temple existed, so Arendt was left to bear the lonely truth alone in the Luce camp.

Only then did Arendt realize the real reason why Iris had brought her to this place.

“Fragments of the world that Chernion pieced together.”

The line Arendt had anticipated flowed from between Iris’ lips.

“The moment you decided to abandon your homeland and remain on this battlefield, I inherited a fragment of that memory.”

The saint, holding the dilapidated temple in her arms, continued speaking quietly.

“You must be resentful of Lady Luce for taking everything away from you. That’s why you plan to one day take the Holy Empire away from Lady Luce.”

A soft voice echoed through the abandoned temple where spirits played. At some point, Arendt noticed the subtle change in title and furrowed her eyebrows slightly.

“Although I am currently at odds with Lady Luce, I no longer wish to watch the filthy stranger commit blasphemy.”

“… … .”

“Even if he is defeated by us, he must retreat like a god until the end. So… … .”

Iris muttered quietly.

“You will erase their past with your own hands. And you will forever keep silent about what you saw today. This is my condition.”

The apprentice knight remained silent for a while.

What allowed me to endure through all the terribly tormented by the gods was the fact that I was able to obtain one clue after another toward my goal.

Then I barely made it here… … .

Now Iris was ordering the destruction of the evidence she had barely seen with her own eyes.

All the efforts to track down Luce and Chernion went down the drain in an instant.

“……under.”

After a long while, he burst into a hollow laugh that was not very typical of Arendt von Eckhart.

“That’s interesting.”

The moment a frighteningly cold voice followed.

Crunch.

A cold breeze passed through Iris.

“… … .”

A few strands of black hair were cut off and fell to the floor with a thud.

Iris, with a slightly surprised expression, ran her hand over her cheek.

Blood was slowly seeping out from the shallow wound.

The moment I touched my own blood with my hands, I felt a new sense of relief.

Kuung.

Soon I could hear something fall behind me.

It was the sound of the Chernion statue, its waist neatly cut off, falling limply.

“I fully understand why you are saying such things, but… … .”

The colorful spirits quickly fled to a corner, and the inside of the temple became dark in an instant.

Only the lower-level spirits who had lost their way wandered around the ceiling, providing a faint light.

“You can’t stop me with something like this.”

In the increasingly dark darkness, bright yellow eyes shone brightly.

“… … .”

Staring blankly at him, Iris touched her white cheek once more, where blood was flowing out.

After a while.

She let out a small laugh.

“May you suffer in eternal darkness, Lord Arendt.”

Amidst the faint scent of blood, the chilling chill, and the confused spirits, the saint cast a curse upon the apprentice knight.

“Please show us a great stage until we are consumed by madness and destroyed.”

“Go eat some shit. You can be insulted and laughed at as much as you want for being God or whatever.”

And Arendt responded by drawing out the power of the frosty touch to its fullest potential.

“Whether it be the god of light or the god of darkness, or a saint who has lived for thousands of years… … .”

Kkwadduk!

His sword sank deep into the floor with an eerie sound.

“You are nothing more than cheap props in a ridiculous comedy. Remember that.”