Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 411



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The 411th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

Chapter 97. Where the Forgotten Go

Lexion didn’t show up until almost a week later.

His appearance was not much different from usual, but his complexion was quite bad. It was impossible to completely recover from those injuries in a short period of time.

Arendt looked him up and down and blurted out.

“The great dragon looks quite presentable.”

“You’re really alive. I thought you were going to die this time.”

As the two exchanged friendly greetings, the onlookers couldn’t help but turn pale.

Llewelyn muttered incredulously.

“How can that kid say something like that after seeing the city in ruins?”

“He is equal to all beings. That is possible because he is Arendt.”

Arthur answered from the side with a look of disgust on his face.

The elf commanders who came out to greet Lexion upon hearing the news of his return were not very different from them.

Jacquard, Ragnold, Shekinah, and Salem all watched Arendt with a trembling look.

In the midst of all this, only one person maintained his composure: Laius.

“I’m glad you’re safe, Lexion. I was worried.”

“Don’t worry too much. I came back quickly because I didn’t know how they would react… … .”

Lexion, who was facing Leos, rolled his eyes and glanced at Arendt.

“It looks like it was organized better than I thought, so it would have been okay even if I had been a little more late.”

“Yes. Somebody didn’t know how to do it properly and ruined the city, so everyone was busy one way or another.”

People’s faces turned pale once again at the one word the trainee knight carelessly blurted out.

Lexion said calmly.

“Can’t you lock that kid up somewhere? He seems to be having a huge negative impact on your morale.”

“… … .”

I couldn’t deny it.

Because his stomach was starting to hurt again, Laius looked into space for a moment to calm his mind.

Looking at that sight, Lexion let out a deep sigh.

“What should I do with these idiots?”

No matter how I looked at them, they didn’t look like they had just finished a fierce fight.

Of course, it was a hundred times better than panicking, but it was also surprising how consistent it was.

These guys weren’t bad from the start, the root of all evil is…

Lexion’s gaze naturally turned to Arendt.

“hey.”

“why.”

The shameless reply wasn’t surprising anymore.

Except that the elves look like they’re dying of hunger.

Lexion nodded.

“Follow me for a moment. No, lead me to the room you’re using. That’ll be quicker.”

“Why are you doing that?”

The polite question came back from Laius.

Lexion responded annoyedly.

“Looking at your appearance, it seems like you used too much magic again. There is still a hint of the frosty touch, so we need to do something about that first.”

“But Lexion is also injured… … .”

This time, when Llewellyn slyly intervened, Lexion had no choice but to respond nervously.

“You seem to think I’m a weakling like you. It would be quicker for him to cut off my hands and feet from frostbite than for me to die from this little injury.”

“Anyway, stop talking nonsense, please. Follow me.”

Arendt shrugged and naturally took the lead.

As soon as the door closed, Lexion snapped his fingers and cast a sound-blocking spell.

“What are you?”

“What is it?”

Arendt asked back in a crooked manner at the question that came out of nowhere. Lexion did not bother to suppress his growing irritation.

“You must know what I’m talking about. What happened while I was away?”

I felt a clear aura of water from Arendt.

Although he was not as powerful as the gods Luce or Chernion, he seemed to want to free him from the gaze of the two gods, even if only a little.

“Lexion, you probably know without me having to say anything. You can feel a presence or a touch.”

In response to the blunt reply, Lexion put his hand on his forehead and sighed deeply.

“The more I look at you, the more I can’t understand you.”

“I don’t know what to do. But I didn’t refuse since you offered me a favor.”

Arendt took the pearl Nereus had given her from her pocket and showed it to Lexion.

Lexion stared at him for a long time in bewilderment as he spoke so calmly.

“… … Ha. I thought you were interested. So this is what happened in the end.”

“What’s the problem? Even if you’re a god, you’re not much different from a little elf.”

Lexion shut his mouth at the words he spat out while holding the small relic.

It was because I had no idea where to start to correct this ungodly brat in front of me.

‘No, more than that… … .’

Seeing his expression as if he really didn’t know what the problem was, my heart started to feel heavy.

“Hey. Now listen carefully to what I say.”

“I will listen and think about it.”

Finally, Lexion clenched his fist and hit Arendt hard on the back of the head.

puck!

Arendt, who had been hit by the sudden attack, suddenly burst into a fit of rage.

“Oh, really! Why are you hitting me?”

“You are an ordinary human being.”

Lexion struck the player before he could complain any further.

“I don’t know if you are fully aware of how alien you are.”

“I don’t think it’s something to make such a fuss about.”

Arendt snapped annoyedly, rubbing the back of her head.

He never belonged here to begin with, so it’s funny to be talking about feeling out of place now.

“I know you don’t have the personality to rely on others, but in your case, that’s more of a problem. If you follow them or fear them, it’ll be okay, but you don’t even know how to protect yourself.”

Lexion continued speaking, looking straight at Arendt as if he was engraving something in her ear.

“Don’t get used to it. Their interference in this world is by no means ordinary, and being a mediator is extremely dangerous.”

The pupils of Lexion’s red eyes had become sharp like those of a reptile.

Arendt, who was about to say something in response, closed her mouth again.

After a long silence in the room.

“… … You’re nagging me in a lot of detail. It’s different from usual.”

Arendt stood awkwardly, looking straight up at Lexion.

“Didn’t you decide not to meddle in that? Since dragons are a species close to the gods, they can’t directly confront those great beings. That’s why they can’t become heroes.”

“… … .”

This time it was Lexion’s turn to keep his mouth shut.

“In the meantime, Lexion, you didn’t want to see the world fall into the hands of one side. But you didn’t want to side with the god of light, who was too damned close to supporting the hero.”

That’s why I joined hands with the arrogant Arendt.

“But since you, Lexion, cannot directly confront the gods, I am doing it in your stead. It is possible because you are a dragon and I am a human. That is why I believe you have not bothered to meddle in this matter until now… … .”

Arendt tilted her head.

“Did you get hurt in the fight? Or did something bad come to mind? Why are you suddenly so worried about me?”

“… … .”

Lexion, who had been looking down at him with a cold expression, sighed deeply again.

“What should I do with this really shameless guy?”

But, frustratingly, that wasn’t entirely wrong either.

There was complexity in the eyes staring at Arendt.

I remembered an old friend who had suffered from anxiety his entire life and could not put down his sword even when he was sleeping.

Khan became obsessed with the title of hero rather than human for the sake of the world.

In the end, he slowly decayed away while carrying out the duties of a hero as he had wished, being praised.

‘It must have been difficult to even put it into words.’

Nikephor’s words came to mind again.

‘My ignorance is a burden… … .’

It rested on the shoulders of Arendt von Eckhart.

Even as he devoted himself to recovering in the lair, Lexion repeated those words over and over again.

However, the guy who was actually carrying the luggage was just looking up at him with arrogant eyes.

“… … Did you meet that woman?”

“I can’t speak.”

“It looks like you’ve met. It looks like you even made some kind of promise.”

Arendt shrugged as Lexion’s face hardened.

“If you want to know more, ask Captain Leo. He’s done something similar.”

“… … Didn’t you just say you couldn’t speak?”

“I didn’t say anything, but I can’t stop them from making their own guesses.”

Well, he wasn’t the kind of guy who would keep his mouth shut.

Lexion, who had been rubbing his temples for a moment, let out a deep sigh.

“What a crazy kid.”

“By the way, I have a question.”

Arendt changed the subject nonchalantly.

“It’s the same here, and it was the same in the Kingdom of Nephele. Lord Lexion, you didn’t even know that such a thing existed?”

“Tsk. Right.”

Lexion nodded slightly.

“It must have been from the previous era. The gap between the era I lived in and the era of my predecessors is quite large by human standards.”

“You must have already heard about the ruins from Stelle.”

Arendt tapped the floor with her foot.

“Do you know what kind of place the underground temple is, Lexion?”

“As I said before, I don’t know. I haven’t heard much from my ancestors.”

Lexion replied briefly.

If that’s the case, then by the time Lexion arrived, the temple had already been closed.

Except for some older dragons or elves, no one would have even known about its existence.

That is, Lexion was born after the gods decided to appoint a leader.

Lexion’s heyday was probably around the time when either Lucena or Chernion began to rule the world.

“… … As I said before, please answer just enough so that Lexion-sama doesn’t suddenly die from divine punishment. I would do the same.”

Arendt, who had been silent for a moment, began to cry again.

“Lord Lexion, do you remember Chernion, who was not an evil god?”

I brought up a similar topic before, but Lexion avoided answering at that time.

This time, it will probably be the same, so we can’t avoid having to exchange questions like Twenty Questions.

Arendt certainly thought so.

“okay.”

But surprisingly, the answer came right away.

Arendt raised her head without realizing it and looked at Lexion.

“… … What? Can I just answer that bluntly?”

“You’re hitting the nail on the head. Where did you learn to react like that after asking a question?”

Lexion answered as if he found it absurd.

“No, I thought you would beat around the bush like you usually do.”

“Thanks to you, I think even the most serious blasphemies won’t reach them anymore. Do you have any complaints?”

Arendt blinked blankly at the blunt answer.

But that was only for a moment.

“There’s no way I could complain. I’m glad that all that dog work paid off.”

Arendt chuckled and shrugged.

“Then let’s talk about the old days. Like I said before, just enough so that Lexion doesn’t suddenly die from divine punishment.”

“Now that you’ve met that woman, I think you probably know more than I do.”

“Lexion said, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

The way she bullied this kid was evident.

“What are you curious about?”

“It’s a story about other gods.”

Arendt asked readily. Lexion frowned, expecting the topic of Lucena Cernion to come up.

“what?”

“I’m curious about the stories of other gods besides Chernion and Luce.”

Arendt repeated what she had just said.

“Now they don’t even have names left.”