Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 404



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The 404th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

I opened my eyes, feeling my body become as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Arendt, who had been blinking in a daze, suddenly felt a chill and shivered.

“Ugh… … .”

As I was wrapping myself in the blanket and curling up, I heard a voice right next to me exclaiming in disbelief.

“If you’re awake, get up, you punk. You need to eat.”

It was Arthur.

Arendt grumbled without opening her eyes, wrapped in the blanket.

“… … I don’t like it. It’s annoying.”

“Oh, really. I’m not acting like a brat. Why don’t you wake up right now?”

The sight of silver hair occasionally peeking out from under the blanket made me feel a burning sensation inside me.

Finally, Arendt got up after Arthur took the blanket away from her.

“Oh, this is really annoying… … . Why are you being so annoying?”

“Who told you not to rest? You should eat. Do you know how many days you’ve been starving? Don’t you know how grateful you are for the fact that your heavenly senior personally takes care of you?”

“If you thank me for something like that, I’ll drag you to a therapist right away… … . Haaam.”

Arendt yawned and leaned back against the head of the bed.

“People only change when they die. I plan to live a long time.”

Even as she babbled, Arendt blinked slowly, as if she was still half asleep. Arthur placed a tray in front of her and scolded her.

“You talk so well, you punk.”

“How many days has it been?”

“Four days.”

Arendt tried to wake up somehow, listening to Arthur’s short reply.

Arthur, who had been staring blankly at the sight, frowned slightly.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“Would you like that?”

“That’s strange. You look fine on the outside, but why are you making so much noise?”

“It’s not that I’m noisy, it’s that I can’t wake up. Who would think that I’m the same person as the weakling senior?”

Arendt replied irritably, her eyes half-closed.

It felt like I slept soundly for the first time in a long time without even having a nightmare.

‘I think I had a dream.’

It was a fairly peaceful sleep considering I had passed out after seeing such a rough scene.

Only the vague feeling of something completely embracing my body, which weighed a thousand pounds, came to mind.

I was just staring blankly at the gently breaking sunlight without even realizing how much time had passed… … .

My eyelids began to feel heavy again.

“… … Hey, hey. Don’t sleep. Eat and go to sleep!”

“ah.”

When Arendt suddenly raised her head again, Arthur sighed deeply and placed a tray of hot soup in front of her. Then he handed a spoon to his junior, who still hadn’t come to his senses, and pulled up a chair and sat down.

Arendt stared blankly at the spoon in my hand, or more precisely, at my fingers holding it.

All of the fingers were bandaged, giving the appearance of a mummy.

“What is it? I feel like it’s hard to move. What’s wrong with my hands?”

“It’s a statue. If it were a normal person, the hand would have fallen off. By the way, your foot is in that state too, so don’t even think about walking for a while.”

Arendt muttered in bewilderment at Arthur’s gentle explanation.

“I’m going crazy.”

“Anyway, you’re such a poisonous brat. How could you endure such a thing? Since Lexion isn’t here right now, you should take care of yourself. And for the time being, you’re prohibited from using artifacts.”

Arthur, who said that, wasn’t in good shape either.

He still had wounds that would have disappeared in a few days, and his hands were wrapped in bandages due to severe burns.

Although he was pretending it wasn’t happening, it seemed like the broken bone hadn’t fully healed yet, judging by the awkwardness in moving one of his legs.

“Senior, you look so handsome. I wondered why you were just hanging out here instead of going to work.”

“At least I don’t want to hear that from you, you punk. What is the most tattered of them all talking about?”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s still handsome.”

Only then did Arendt begin to eat.

Arendt asked, her mouth full of warm soup.

“How are you getting back? Is this the palace?”

“Just eat and sleep without worrying about anything. I bet you’re sleepy.”

“What are you talking about now after waking me up?”

Arendt grumbled as she quickly emptied her bowl of soup, for once she had something to eat, she suddenly felt hungry.

Only then did Arthur put the empty bowl away with a slightly relieved expression on his face.

Arendt leaned back on the bed again and pulled the covers up to her neck.

“Ugh, it’s cold. Anyway, tell me what’s going on. Since you’re already back at the palace, I think things have gotten somewhat sorted out… … .”

Arendt rolled her eyes and looked at Arthur.

“Did His Highness the Crown Prince decide?”

“It is not advisable to leave the palace empty for too long. And you never know when the enemies will invade again.”

Arthur answered with a sullen face.

“It would be better to defend this place, even if it means being surrounded, than to lose the palace. It is the will of Crown Prince Victor. Our leader also agreed.”

“That scrap metal prince, you’ve shown some strength. I thought it would take quite a while.”

Arendt shrugged, burying herself in the blanket.

It would not have been an easy decision to return straight to the palace in the middle of a battlefield.

‘I thought I knew how to play the victim for a while.’

It seemed he intended to ascend to the position of commander a little sooner than he had expected.

“The traitors within the royal family were Her Highness the Queen and the Lady Consort. The Lady Consort tried to attack the Crown Prince but was summarily executed, and Her Highness the Queen… … has now become a traitor. In any case, he is being held in an underground prison. The trial will be held after things have been somewhat sorted out.”

In fact, she was in a position where she could have been disposed of immediately, but since she was an adult of the royal family, they treated her with some courtesy.

First of all, the queen is the crown prince’s biological mother.

“The prince and princess have decided to move to a villa near the Kingdom of Nephele. It would be better for them to recuperate for a while rather than staying here.”

Arthur added with a displeased look on his face.

Both Prince Louis and Princess Rieta were in a state of extreme psychological shock.

Given the circumstances, it was inevitable.

Arendt, who had been listening quietly, frowned slightly.

“Are you going to the villa?”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

Arendt thought for a moment and then shook her head.

“No, not really. By the way, what about Lexion?”

“… … You suddenly disappeared.”

Arthur gave an answer, though he had an uneasy expression on his face for no reason.

“Later, Stell came and told me that he was leaving. I think he went into the lair to recover.”

The fight between the two dragons was terrifying. If they had been just a little bit later, the entire castle would have been destroyed, so it speaks for itself.

The palace was almost completely intact thanks to the defensive wall, but the surrounding commercial districts and private houses seemed to require extensive repair work before they could be used again.

“It looks like a severe typhoon has passed. So for now, the residents are staying in temporary shelters… … .”

Arthur, who had been speaking in a tired tone, glanced at Arendt.

He hesitated for a moment and then asked cautiously.

“What happened?”

“What is it?”

When Arendt suddenly stopped talking, Arthur immediately frowned.

“What the hell, you punk. Did you do something? Otherwise, how could all those enemies suddenly disappear in an instant? And Lexion and Nikepor suddenly stopped fighting.”

“Do you really think I’m that great?”

The harsh retort came back.

Arthur paused at the cold, drawn-out voice.

After a while, a brief regret slowly raised its head.

‘… … I brought that up for nothing.’

It was clear that something unusual had happened.

The rider couldn’t remember anything, and Salem had kept her mouth shut, so it was easy to guess.

But even so, it was not an appropriate thing to say to someone who still needed to rest.

“Okay. If you’re tired, just sleep… … .”

“Well, of course.”

Just as Arthur was about to turn his head away, Arendt’s calm voice interrupted.

“He really is that great of a person.”

“… … .”

Arthur, who had stopped moving, turned his stiff head.

The apprentice knight, buried in his blanket, looking like a worm, was staring blankly at him.

“What, what did you say?”

“I’m that good. Don’t make me say it twice. It’ll hurt my mouth.”

“… … .”

I was speechless.

Arendt shrugged her shoulders as she faced the dazed Arthur.

“What’s the big deal? Isn’t that obvious? It’s not like I’ve been doing something great for a day or two.”

“What should I do with this kid?”

Whether her senior was muttering in confusion or not, Arendt rested her chin on her hand, which was completely wrapped in bandages.

‘I was definitely in the worst mood right before I passed out… … .’

A sense of alienation that was felt so clearly, a sense of anxiety as if being pushed off a cliff, and even hatred towards the gods.

I couldn’t come to my senses because so many emotions were rushing in at once.

It felt like a miracle that I was able to somehow squeeze out some lines after discovering Ryder and Salem.

But now, my head was strangely clear.

Although my body was in incredible pain and I was constantly feeling chills inside due to the side effects of the frosty touch… … .

If only my mental state was sane, I could easily endure this much.

“Anyway, there must be a bunch of people other than you who are curious about that. I guess I’ll have to deal with them one by one.”

Arendt, leaning back comfortably, rolled her eyes silently.

“This is fun.”

There was something lively about those golden eyes that made me feel very uneasy.

“……hey.”

“why.”

“Why are you rolling your eyes like that again? You look like you’re about to have an accident.”

Arendt burst into admiration at Arthur’s question, which he asked with a timid expression.

“Wow, you’ve grown up so much, senior. You know how to be aware of that.”

“I was originally bigger than you, you little punk! And have I only seen you for a day or two? Do you think I won’t recognize your dark, dark face?”

Eventually Arthur blew up his suit, but Arendt, of course, pretended not to hear.

“I’ll just be quiet today, so please run some errands for me.”

“Errands? Errands?”

Arthur was left even more dumbfounded by the presumptuous choice of words that went beyond imagination.

“Well, if you don’t like it, I can do it myself. That wouldn’t be bad either.”

“… … .”

But Arthur had no choice but to keep his mouth shut at the words that followed.

“First, tell them to light the fire in the fireplace a little longer. I’m freezing. And give me some snacks. I’m hungry.”

“… … You’re just using the tip of your tongue to manipulate your senior.”

Arthur let out a deep sigh and sat up.

“Okay, you piece of shit. I’ll tell the servants.”

“Oh, and the most important thing.”

Arendt called him back as he was about to leave the room. When Arthur turned around, Arendt blurted out:

“Tell Salem to come over here. Right now. And you, go do something else. Don’t bother me.”

“Anyway, you’re talking nonsense… … Why, Salem?”

Arthur asked curiously, but as expected, only a strange response came back.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Oh, really. I’m an idiot.”

He limped out of the room.

thud.

The door closed, and Arendt, left alone, leaned back against the pillows, clutching at her throbbing wound.

“Okay, what do we do now… … .”

A soliloquy came out with a sigh.

Thanks to a good night’s sleep, my head is quite clear, but the situation still isn’t good.

Any evidence that would have lended credence to his claims that he was merely an apprentice knight has disappeared from the scene forever.

Even though I had destroyed it with my own hands under pressure from Iris, I had to explain the situation.

‘It’s so frustrating.’

In addition, Iris had a strict control over her mouth.

I knew better than anyone that I couldn’t break my promise to her.

Because the darkness on all sides will become Iris’ eyes and ears to watch over her.

‘but…….’

He will find a way.

As always, on this stage that is tangled together like this.

For now, it seemed like the first priority was to have a brief interview with the little boy who was probably cowering in fear.