Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 409



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The 409th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

“… … Serious?”

Victor, who had barely come to his senses, pressed his temples and looked at the knights in front of him.

Here, I realized that blowing up my clothes any more would only harm me.

Llewelyn grumbled, his chin raised.

“It’s not possible to shut that guy’s mouth easily. He doesn’t hesitate to provoke even in front of a dragon. If you make him talk in such a troublesome way, the situation can only get worse.”

“… … I may be presumptuous, but if what you say is true, then isn’t it essentially a failure to silence them?”

Edgar, who had been listening quietly, intervened without realizing it.

He’s a crazy guy who not only can’t keep secrets, but he even teases the crown prince.

I barely managed to suppress such harsh words, but it seemed that my expression alone conveyed the message well enough.

After a moment of awkward silence, Laius bowed his head to the crown prince again.

“I will re-educate you soon.”

“Now that that’s out of the way, I would appreciate it if you could tell me what the story was about. I’m not very tactful, so I couldn’t understand what was being said at all.”

Victor waved his hand, resting his forehead on it. It seemed as if he had given up.

Llewelyn groaned.

“First of all… … Arendt encountered a Buddhist figure at the ruins, and it seems that he took Lord Rider and Lord Salem hostage and silenced them.”

Although it was a daily routine for Arendt to be criticized as useless and incompetent, she was a person who strictly kept to the line she had set for herself.

It was not difficult to infer from the fact that he even said things like “a burden” and “a hindrance.”

“It must have been then, since Sir Rider and Lady Salem passed out at almost the same time.”

“Then, I went with Lord Salem first and then encountered Lord Rider, Lord Arendt and their party… … .”

Victor continued in an uncertain tone.

“In a split second that even Lord Rider can’t remember, you subdued two people at the same time, excluding Lord Arendt? Is that realistically possible?”

Llewelyn nodded at the question filled with doubt.

“That means the situation is serious, brother. That means we’ve encountered a powerful enemy.”

Leo lowered his gaze and sighed.

“The dragon is also someone’s subordinate, and there must have been a reason for it to withdraw. That’s what Arendt said. It must mean that what she encountered was a being that could give orders to Nikephor.”

Moreover, he is a character who can put Rider, Salem, and the knights on the ground to sleep at once.

Victor’s expression soon became thoughtful as his thoughts reached that point.

As if to prove his guess correct, Llewelyn groaned.

“They said that Nikepor was the second-highest ranking person in the Chernion Order… … I can only think of one person higher than that.”

Then Laius drove the wedge in.

“A saint appeared in the underground ruins.”

Contrary to his calm tone, his blue eyes were as cold as a snowy mountain in the bitter cold.

In an instant, the conference room became as quiet as a mouse.

“The saint took Salem and Rider hostage and ordered Arendt to destroy the room in the ruins. After confirming that the space was destroyed, the saint ordered the dragon and his men to retreat.”

“Perhaps the Cernyon Cult’s purpose in occupying the palace was to destroy the underground ruins. Once they achieved their goal, they withdrew without any regrets.”

Llewelyn added an explanation.

Victor couldn’t help but feel more and more astonished.

‘surely…….’

If she were a saint, she might have been able to threaten Arendt, but somehow it didn’t feel realistic.

This was especially true because those around him were strangely calm.

Lyus continued.

“And as for the identity of the relic, it seems to be something that shares the same connection with the things that Arendt and Prince Llewelyn have been investigating together recently.”

“There were a few discovered here and there outside of the Kingdom of Nephele… … but they were all destroyed, so there wasn’t much that could be discovered.”

Llewelyn ruffled his hair irritably.

“That was left intact in the basement of this palace. And the fact that his life was in danger… … . must mean that he had confirmed the identity of that space and that it was an area that should not be carelessly dug up.”

Forbidden area.

There were some parts that caught my eye.

The most dangerous area Arendt has delved into recently.

Perhaps evidence that could reveal the dark side of God Luce, who claims to be the absolute good of this world.

But I wasn’t sure if I could say it out loud here.

Llewelyn glanced at Leos.

Arthur, who had thought of something similar, also looked at his own clothes a little anxiously.

As if noticing their gaze, Lyos spoke first.

“It must have been a temple from before the Great War. It was forgotten and buried in the basement of the palace, and the god Chernion ordered his servants to destroy it.”

This was enough.

It was too dangerous a topic to report to Victor in detail right now.

Victor will already be struggling to keep the kingdom in order.

“By the way… … . I can kind of figure out why that kid was picking on you. It seems like he destroyed with his own hands what he was trying to find out… … .”

Llewelyn naturally changed the subject.

“Besides, if our guess is correct, he was threatened unexpectedly. That guy’s temper is obviously quite twisted, so I have to be careful. If I get caught, I won’t be able to recover my bones.”

The tone was almost like a light joke.

It was completely out of place with the enormous situation in which an apprentice knight was alone and faced the saintess of the evil cult.

“… … I don’t think this is something you can talk about so lightly.”

The crown prince, who had been silent for a moment, let out a short sigh.

“Honestly, I’m a little embarrassed. Everyone is so overly calm. Am I weird?”

“It would be better to look at the situation objectively rather than flustering.”

Llewelyn shrugged as if imitating someone. Victor slowly lowered his gaze at the plain answer.

“……okay.”

I even thought that this strange sense of calm might be due to the influence of the apprentice knight.

‘I guess that means they are that close to each other.’

Arendt didn’t seem to have the slightest idea that they might doubt her.

So, it would have been possible to string together false reports while acting shamelessly.

‘Besides, I had no doubt that they would accurately understand my intentions.’

It was quite contradictory, considering that he had always acted as if no one would easily believe him.

‘They also seem to take that fact for granted.’

It was a situation where a young apprentice knight might panic and make a wrong judgment after experiencing something big, and might hide his disadvantages.

However, none of them, including Leo, seemed to consider such a possibility at all.

Anyone who looked at it would see that it was a relationship of trust beyond common sense.

Watching that sight, it was absurd, but on the other hand… … .

“I’m a little jealous.”

Llewelyn tilted his head at the words that came out impulsively.

“Yes? What are you talking about?”

“No, nothing.”

But Victor just shook his head.

“It will be difficult to announce this publicly for now, but we will work on the recovery effort keeping in mind the possibility of the saint’s reappearance.”

“I will report this to the Empire as well. The fact that she took action herself is something that cannot be overlooked.”

Leo answered calmly.

“The captured priests will be interrogated by the Knights Templar. There is a high chance that they will lose their memories upon waking up, but for now, we plan to wake them up one by one and interrogate them.”

Enemies who survived the battlefield were knocked unconscious and put to sleep with sleeping pills.

The idea was that maybe it would slow down the memory loss a little.

Ain, Roger’s henchman who was captured by Licht and Arthur, was also included.

“Those who joined the cult will be transferred to a training facility prepared by the Kingdom of Nephele. Is that okay?”

“How can I repay this favor by helping me with my training?”

Victor smiled bitterly.

“Thank you again for your help. Without you, I really couldn’t have done anything.”

“I just did what I had to do.”

Victor smiled and said to Laius, who answered humbly.

“May Lady Luce continue to be blessed… … .”

But he couldn’t even finish the sentence.

It was because the short blessings that I always blurted out so familiarly got stuck in my throat for some reason.

Suddenly, the face of my mother, who was now locked in the underground prison, came to mind.

She said that her son, her husband, and even the goddess Luce were indifferent to her.

So, he turned to Chernion in search of a being who would grant his wish.

‘Maybe that’s not wrong.’

Viktor managed to suppress his sigh and added with difficulty.

“May God be with you.”

“… … .”

But Laius did not answer. Neither did Llewelyn.

He just smiled vaguely and nodded lightly.

An awkward silence fell in the conference room.

“… … .”

Although he couldn’t figure out why, Victor had a gut feeling that he had made a slip of the tongue.

Although it is natural to bestow blessings in the name of the god Luce upon the hero chosen by the Holy Sword.

“… … For the time being, the Knights will also stay in the kingdom and help with the recovery efforts. Please take good care of us.”

It was Laius who broke the silence, effectively signaling the end of the meeting.

“Oh, I’m the one who needs to take good care of it.”

Victor nodded his head in bewilderment.

* * *

After the meeting that started with Arendt’s prank ended in a strange atmosphere.

Lyos left to lead the remedial work again, leaving Richt and Arthur with some free time.

After the two were left alone, Licht suddenly opened his mouth.

“Arthur. Is there anything you want to do now?”

“yes?”

Arthur, who was naturally about to head towards Arendt’s room, stopped walking.

“No… … We are injured, and the captain didn’t give us any other work to do. There’s nothing special to do.”

“Then let me talk to you for a moment.”

It was a rather sudden suggestion. Arthur blinked, bewildered.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“I have something to ask.”

Richt’s face was hardened.

It was only then that Arthur realized something was wrong.

And finally, the question Arthur had been worried about came out of Licht’s mouth.

“Do you know what the Prince and Arendt were investigating?”

Arthur answered, keeping his expression steady.

“No, of course I am also… … .”

“Of course, I am as clueless and unsuspecting as you think.”

Arthur, who had been moving his lips several times, shut his mouth tightly.

“Still, it’s possible for me to make a judgment based on what I see and hear.”

“… … .”

“Both the commander and the prince just let the truth about the relics beneath the palace slide.”

That was an accurate point.

Licht looked straight into Arthur’s eyes and spoke bluntly.

“What do you mean by dangerous? Does it have something to do with Arendt’s recent severe insomnia?”

“No, that’s… … .”

“I know very well that this is something that the captain cannot easily tell us. That is why I have kept quiet until now.”

Arthur tried to make an excuse, but Richt cut him off.

“But there is a limit to just watching.”

After so many years of being on the brink of death, the worst thing that could happen was for Arendt to meet the enemy leader alone.

It would not have been surprising if Arendt, Salem, and even Ryder had lost their lives.

“I believe that I have the right to know what the leader I follow and the juniors I am responsible for are up against.”

In this situation, I could no longer just sit back and watch.

“So tell me. If anything goes wrong, I’ll take responsibility.”

I never wanted to feel helpless again in front of my junior, who was covered in blood and barely breathing.