Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 415



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The 415th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

Chapter 98. Discovering the Truth

Cantares’ gaze scanned Arendt from head to toe. Then, Arendt’s expression naturally frowned.

“What are you looking at like that?”

“I thought it was worth taking a look.”

“You’re handsome as always.”

The crown prince let out a deep sigh at the reply that came back without an inch of hesitation.

It was a long time since I saw his face covered in bandages and plasters, and my head started to hurt.

Jereon, who was staring blankly at the two people, muttered quietly.

“It was a good thing I prepared some headache medicine in advance.”

“Don’t use your wisdom in a place like that, Zen.”

Cantares, who was irritated by the blows, changed the subject.

“What about the rest of the group?”

“Because Lexion is injured, there are limits to his teleportation. The elven warriors have decided to return slowly, and the knights have been divided into an advance party and a rear party.”

Arendt shrugged.

“First, the captain, I, and the minimum number of people needed to escort the prisoners returned to the palace together with Lexion. The captain asked me to tell him that he would come to see me right after the prisoners were taken in.”

“I heard from Count Stadler that you came up with something interesting again? Research to neutralize the artifact that brainwashed them?”

Cantares, who had his chin held high, snickered.

“I approved it right away because you submitted the research budget… … . How much of the national treasury do you plan to empty out?”

“You wouldn’t budge just because you were robbed of that much. Everyone in the world knows how strong the treasury of the Kalyon Empire is.”

“Anyway, you shameless guy.”

Cantares grumbled irritably.

“Putting aside the research institute budget, why do I have to pay for the relief supplies that went into the Kingdom of Lucain? No, I have no objection at all to purchasing the relief supplies with my own money.”

Since they are allies anyway, we must send support.

The problem is… … .

“I really don’t understand why I should be extorting money from you.”

“Don’t you know the commission? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have been able to get the goods in such a short period of time.”

Arendt shrugged and chuckled.

“You said you’d give me plenty of fish? You haven’t forgotten that promise, have you?”

“… … A really uselessly competent kid.”

“I know. I’m so tired of being so good.”

“… … .”

While Cantares was silent for a moment, Jereon quietly approached and politely placed something on the desk.

It was a voucher.

Finally, Cantares sighed deeply and handed the entire slip over to Arendt.

“What a stubborn guy.”

“It’s better to be thorough in your calculations.”

The face that was folding the receipt looked genuinely satisfied.

Although the bandages and plasters stuck here and there are a bit of a blemish on the jade.

Cantares burst into laughter.

“Why does this little boy like money so much? Are you collecting money to fund a rebellion?”

“Hey, you’re so perceptive. It’ll be here soon, so look forward to it.”

Looking at the two people joking about things that they would not be able to say even if they were arrested right away, Jereon just smiled as if he had put everything aside.

“Anyway, please lend me your training ground this time too. I told you that Lexion is using it. I told him to just go to Lair because it would be annoying, but he doesn’t want to leave his seat in this situation.”

After a brief tirade, Arendt changed the subject.

“You act like you’ve left it completely to yourself. … … I see. There aren’t really any people coming and going, but you can control entry and exit.”

Cantares grumbled, resting his chin on his hand.

“We also need to find a place to house the prisoners before Commander Leo arrives.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Count Stadler is already preparing. We will just go through some simple procedures at the palace and then move there.”

Arendt paused for a moment before adding:

“… … The captain tried to stop us, saying it might be dangerous, but we were stubborn and didn’t want to leave our precious test subjects far away.”

“… … .”

The crown prince’s expression became pale.

Chernion’s priests and all, to Count Stadler, they all seemed like nothing more than test subjects.

“Well, for now… … . Okay. I understand. I should tell them that they can use the budget without sparing any effort.”

“For the time being, I will stay in the lab. It will be easier to respond in case of an escape. Ultimately, the research will be on how to neutralize the artifact… … .”

Arendt held up her gloved hand to the Crown Prince.

“I think it would be better for me to participate in the experiment, since I am the one most familiar with using artifacts.”

“Do whatever you want. You don’t need my permission anyway.”

Arendt shrugged her shoulders shamelessly as Cantares spoke angrily, leaning back in her chair.

“Of course. This is a notice. I have to hand over the prisoners to the Count, so please prepare the relevant documents.”

“Got it, you damn punk. And what about the ruins of the Kingdom of Lucain?”

“It is as you have reported. Please hear from Llewelyn and Captain Lyos.”

“Okay.”

Cantares scratched his head as if he had a headache at Arendt’s blunt response.

I had already heard the general circumstances.

The saint appeared, Arendt came into contact with her, and the matter was not directly mentioned.

‘What the heck is that guy… … .’

Cantares glanced at Arendt.

But as always, there was no trace of tension on her shiny face.

‘You don’t even blink an eye.’

Even making contact alone with the enemy leader was treated as if it were nothing special.

Eventually, Cantares gave up on reading Arendt’s expression.

“When are you leaving for the lab?”

“This afternoon. I will be in charge of escorting him. Lexion will stay at the palace for the time being, and once he has recovered to some extent, he will join us at the research lab.”

“You’re in quite a hurry. Keep that in mind. By the way… … .”

Cantares asked curiously.

“Why are you just leaving so easily? You’re usually the one who has a lot of work to do during this busy time.”

It was unlikely that Count Stadler, who openly favored him, would give him such a difficult task.

I don’t know if it would be different if you were focused on research.

Arendt shrugged.

“I thought it would be better to go away on my own rather than be forced into exile.”

“what?”

Cantares frowned slightly at the ambiguous answer. Then Arendt spoke with a look of great reluctance on her face.

“The boss is gnashing his teeth about throwing me into some country villa. I’m going to run away before he does that.”

“… … I see.”

Cantares was immediately convinced.

At this point, Leo’s patience would have reached its limit.

“Chief Rios too… … It’s brave of me to have endured that personality until now.”

“And there’s one person who’s going to be uncomfortable seeing my face for a while. I’m thinking of leaving for the time being.”

Cantares frowned at the unexpected words that followed.

“What? Who?”

“There’s one. You can probably tell just by looking at his face. He’s full of depth.”

Arendt responded calmly.

Throughout the journey, Licht did not say a word to Arendt.

It seemed like I had sorted out my thoughts to some extent, but it didn’t seem like I could completely calm down.

It will probably take some more time.

Because you never know when your mind might change.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but… … .”

Cantares tilted his head to the side.

“But it’s also quite surprising that you’re the first to leave. Isn’t it your style to tease someone until they get tired of it and pass out?”

“Do you avoid it because it’s scary? Do you avoid it because it’s dirty?”

Arendt, with her hands deep in her pockets, responded calmly.

“And I hate it when things get annoying one way or another. That’s why I stick out.”

Rather than hanging around for no reason, getting caught, and being questioned about this and that, it would be better to quickly get away.

Cantares, who had been making an expression of incomprehension, soon waved his hand.

“Okay, then go out. I’ll clean up the training grounds soon. Tell Lexion that.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“I’ll prepare the documents soon, so wait in the dormitory until then. From the looks of it, it looks like we’ll be leaving in a few hours, so we need to get ready before then.”

“It will happen even if you don’t say anything. Then.”

Arendt nodded her head arrogantly, gave a brief bow to Jerleone, and then left the office.

thud.

Jereon smiled as he watched the door close tightly.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, but you’re still the same, Lord Arendt.”

“Should I say that it’s good because it’s consistent?”

Cantares grumbled as he flipped through the papers.

“I feel more friendly towards you because you always act like that.”

“Haha. I’ll go and clean up the training ground for a bit.”

Jereon burst into laughter in agreement, nodded, and left.

Cantares, who was left alone, also began to move his hands busily.

***

Arendt returned to her dormitory to prepare to leave again.

The moment she opened her door, Arendt was met with an unexpected sight. She stood there blankly for a moment, blinking.

“… … What is all this?”

It was a room so clean that the knights often grumbled about its lack of humanity.

It’s been a long time since I sold off all the useless luxuries that used to fill the room.

But today, one side of the bleak room was filled with objects I had never seen before.

“… … .”

Arendt quietly closed the door and cautiously approached the unfamiliar objects piled around the table.

The one on top was a bundle of tea leaves sent by the Khan Union. Attached to the package was a note that Arx had added.

-This is a sample of the newly imported tea from the Everan Kingdom. I’m sending it to you for testing, so please try it and get back to me.

It seemed like he wanted to secretly ask how I was doing under the pretense of business.

“No way.”

Arendt casually threw the note on the floor and checked what was lying underneath it.

The medicinal herbs and snacks sent from the top of Neumann were neatly laid out.

“This old man is quite the talkative man… … Or maybe he had some fun with this deal.”

On top of the pile of items, unlike all the other luxury items, was a package wrapped in relatively simple packaging.

Somehow I felt like I knew whose work it was.

Arendt opened it silently.

After a while.

“This is ridiculous.”

A natural burst of laughter came out.

This was because a shabby handkerchief that looked like it would be sold at a general store in a busy area was revealed inside the package.

The enclosed note contained the names of the three little servants, written in Seton’s clearly legible handwriting.

As was customary among nobles when exchanging documents or gifts, it seemed as if he wanted to leave a signature.

“Little kids imitating adults.”

It was quite crude for someone belonging to the Imperial Knights, but it was probably the best thing the servants could buy with their money.

Arendt stuffed the handkerchief straight into her uniform pocket.

It just so happened that the space for the handkerchief that I had recently given to Lexion but never got back was empty.

‘I guess I can just tell the guys to clean up the rest.’

He started getting ready to go out again.

There was a place to stop for a moment before leaving for the lab.