Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 413



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The 413th episode of the delightful god of betrayal

“for a moment…….”

“it’s okay.”

Arendt jumped up from her seat, but Lexion simply waved her away.

“This is what it feels like to cross the line. Now I understand a little why you live so precariously.”

Lexion smirked with a pale face, roughly wiping away the blood with his other hand.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Don’t say that while shedding blood. It’s creepy.”

Arendt snapped angrily, but quickly took a handkerchief out of her pocket.

“It’s okay. You won’t die. Your body is just rejecting it. Your body wasn’t in the best condition to begin with… .”

At that moment, Lexion vomited blood again.

Lexion took the handkerchief and roughly wiped his face. However, his clothes and the floor were already a mess because of the blood he had spilled.

“I’m going crazy, really. Okay, shut up and go rest.”

“You know how to get flustered too.”

Arendt paused as Lexion burst into laughter.

The handkerchief that had been covering his nose turned bright red and began to drip blood onto the floor again.

“Live like that. Like a human being.”

But Lexion remained infinitely calm.

“It’s not just your duty. I’ve been turning a blind eye and avoiding the fact that heroes are nothing more than puppets. It’s also disrespectful to hide behind the likes of you.”

“… … .”

“Even a brat like you is going to fight back against them, so now it’s time for me to take responsibility for my choices.”

Arendt, who was about to say something more, ended up keeping her mouth shut.

It was because I felt a hint of regret that Lexion had never shown before.

“… … It’s completely broken.”

Arendt let out a short sigh and said curtly.

“Stop making the room more dirty and go lie down. I’ll ask the maid to prepare the room.”

Lexion made no reply.

The pupils that had been dilated had now returned to a shape similar to that of a human.

The gaze, slightly out of focus, seemed to be retracing some fragment of the past.

A point in life where you can’t share it with anyone, and there’s no one to reminisce with.

‘ah.’

Arendt realized this too late.

Lexion was unjustly deprived of his past life by a god who sought to erase his past years from history.

As if he had been robbed of his worn-out stage and the name of an insignificant, unknown actor.

“… … .”

Lexion was still bleeding from his nose and mouth.

He suddenly looked terribly lonely, clutching the bloody handkerchief tightly.

And I felt bitter once again at my own situation, where I had no choice but to sympathize with Lexion’s loneliness.

***

Deep at night, after all the work is done.

Licht quietly left the palace and walked alone toward the temple.

On the road where the scars of war still remained, there was hardly any sign of life.

‘It’s quiet.’

It felt like a lie that the hustle and bustle of the daytime restoration work had been going on.

Materials were strewn about in disarray around the areas that were still damaged and unrepaired.

There was no more debris of corpses or ghouls to be found.

In the place where the bloodstains had disappeared, only the grace-like moonlight quietly fell.

As if mourning the countless deaths.

The light that embraces everyone equally is love, justice, and goodness.

He had never doubted that point in his life. But the story Arthur had reluctantly told him denied the truth he had believed all along.

‘There is no absolute justice… … .’

Arthur said so with a disgusted face.

Unmerited love is an illusion, and there is no such thing as absolute justice in this world.

‘The captain himself said that to Arthur, who asked about something similar.’

Arendt’s habitual saying was that justice is nothing more than a fancy excuse.

He also knew very well that this was not just the childish complaints of a cheeky child.

However, the fact that Laius, the master of the Holy Sword, said those words himself had a completely different meaning.

“ha…….”

A long sigh escaped my lips in frustration.

Only the sound of Licht’s footsteps could be heard quietly on the half-ruined road.

Prince Llewelyn seemed very excited by the unexpected discovery.

The underground ruins contained a corridor filled with the first ever discovered statues of gods.

Prince Llewelyn seemed to count it among his greatest discoveries.

Llewelyn, who even hired painters to record the exact likenesses of the statues, was determined to find out their names.

What would have been impossible in the past may now be possible.

‘If you put your mind to it, you can even search through the records of the Elf Kingdom.’

Gathering data from across the continent will not be as difficult as it used to be.

The information above Neumann has already been spread all over the place, and there is even a Khan Federation that can manage the information efficiently.

Clearly, this was a desirable change.

We will be able to respond more effectively in future battles and link up more easily in times of emergency.

In fact, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the Kingdom of Lucain was barely able to survive thanks to such connections.

Oddly enough, it was Arendt who initiated that connection.

‘Arendt used it to get her hands on a lot of information.’

Most of them functioned as a means to block the spread of evil, but it cannot be denied that they were also used to challenge the authority of the god Luce.

‘It’s clear that one of that guy’s goals was to keep Lady Luce in check.’

Looking back now, that’s what it was.

So that the Holy Empire of Kalion does not lean too heavily on the temple,

While thinking like that, Licht was able to reach the temple near the royal palace.

The inside of the temple was empty because the priests had also fled.

Rich, who habitually straightened his clothes at the entrance to the temple, naturally entered the prayer room.

“… … .”

The prayer room remained open even though all the priests were away.

With bright moonlight streaming in through the large window, the beautiful statue of Luce looked down at the world with a smile.

Even when no one was around, Licht quietly muffled his footsteps.

It was a cautious movement, as if he did not want to cause any disturbance in the temple of God.

Licht, who sat down right in front of the pure white statue, looked up at the statue with complicated eyes.

‘If it weren’t for the strange connection Arendt made, the underground ruins of the Lucaine Palace would have been regarded as just a temple of Luce.’

You might have guessed that the only things lining the hallway were angels supporting Luce, and that the widest space would have been the temple of Luce.

‘The evil cult simply invaded the Kingdom of Lucain to take revenge on past grudges.’

But they, Arendt eventually discovered, had other purposes for the Czerny Order.

‘From the mob to the cult, from the cult to Chernion… … .’

Looking up at Luce, Licht meditated quietly.

Those who raided the East Vault were nothing more than a mob dreaming of rebellion.

Licht knew it too.

As their identities are revealed one by one, it is natural that the other side of the god Luce is revealed.

Still, I believed.

The justice of the God Luce, on which I have relied until now.

“Even now, I… … .”

Kuk.

Strength entered the two hands that were clenched together.

“I believe that your justice exists.”

If you didn’t know, it would have been okay not to have faced the problem.

All he had to do was believe in justice, entrust his life to Leo, chosen by Luce, and protect the world.

It was completely understandable why Arthur was so reluctant.

“… …Lord Luce.”

Luce was still looking down at him with a loving smile.

Richt’s blue eyes were filled with complexity.

“What do you want?”

A sad voice echoed through the empty prayer room.

But, of course, there was no answer.

Arendt, who disappeared with Lexion, returned alone a long time later.

He vaguely replied that he had been treated by Lexion, but it was easy to see that that was a lie.

Even then, the tips of his fingers were still blue.

Arendt added briefly afterwards:

“Lord Lexion, you are sick in bed. Please let him rest for a while.”

Said.

What kind of conversation did the two have during that not-so-short time?

‘And why did Lexion’s condition suddenly worsen? … .’

How would Arendt have felt, facing the saint alone in the ruins filled with darkness?

The inside of that guy who destroyed the historical evidence he had been so desperate to find out with his own hands and then teased the crown prince and made jokes… .

“under…….”

Licht sighed again and held his head.

Why did Laius, who was more faithful than anyone else, no longer believe in justice?

Questions continued one after another.

What was more painful than anything else was that he himself could not go to Laius or Arendt right away and ask them the truth.

I was afraid of what I knew.

I just wanted to be stupid and swing my sword at the villains under the pretense of justice or goodness.

‘It would be better to lose your life like that.’

But that couldn’t be done anymore.

I’ve been thinking about this endlessly for the past few days.

He couldn’t even sleep at night, and he tried hard not to notice Arthur’s anxious gaze watching him.

In the meantime, he was quite upset as he avoided the gaze of the apprentice knight who had an incredibly good eye for things.

And finally today, Licht made his decision.

The only reason he came here today was to apologize.

“… … please forgive me.”

After a long silence, Licht quietly muttered.

“If you punish me, I will gladly accept it.”

I couldn’t ignore Arendt, who suffered from severe insomnia, Arthur, who was watching her and burning inside, and Laius, who at some point stopped praying.

“So I want you to show me the perfection of Luce’s justice. That you are not wrong… … . Teach this foolish man that you have always supported us.”

The praying voice gradually became slower.

A shadow fell over Licht’s eyes as he stared at the floor.

“I want to be with them even if I have to be punished. So… … .”

If they were committing the sin of blasphemy, then it was also my own fault for not being able to stop them.

“Please, let it not be a betrayal of you that I continue to stand shoulder to shoulder with them.”

Richt believed in the goodness they had shown so far.

And I am ready to take responsibility for my beliefs.

If you stay with them until the end of this journey, you will naturally get answers to all your questions.

“Please personally explain to me, a fool, the definition of Lord Luce.”

A clear, unwavering voice filled the prayer room.