Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 419



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The 419th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

Chapter 99. The Share of the Scoundrel

Clang!

The barrier surrounding Arendt was shattered in an instant.

Count Stadler let out a hollow laugh as he watched the magical shards scatter and glitter, while Arthur sighed deeply, resting his hand on his forehead.

“This is your 24th failure. You’ll have to try again.”

Arendt, who had gathered her magic power, spoke plainly.

Arthur gave him a tired look at his behavior, even mentioning the number of times.

“That personality is really… … .”

Regardless, Arendt stuffed her hands into her pockets and tilted her head.

“I don’t think His Highness the Crown Prince invested this much just to see these results. What do you think, Count?”

The shattered barrier had already disappeared without a trace.

“Hee, hee hee, hahaha.”

Count Stadler, who had been laughing heartily, suddenly grabbed my head.

“Hee… … . Heehee… … . Heuk… … .”

It didn’t take long for the mad laughter to turn into screams.

“Whoaaaaaaaah!”

And just as he arrived at the research lab, Lexion stopped as he was about to step into the lab.

Arendt standing there dumbfounded, the Count tearing out his hair in front of her, and Arthur quietly turning his gaze away from the disaster.

Lexion, who had been thinking about what to say for a long time, simply commented.

“You are a minister.”

Unfortunately, no one was able to refute that statement.

***

“Why on earth? What could be the problem? Why?”

Even with a sumptuous meal before him, Count Stadler could not stop screaming.

“The principle must not be wrong. There was a case where Warren was subdued.”

The bracelet he made and gave to Arendt succeeded in dispersing the magical power within Warren’s body for a moment, thereby incapacitating him.

“Then the problem must be the strength of the barrier… … .”

“And the staying power.”

Arendt answered calmly, stuffing the steak into her mouth.

“The bracelet can only have an explosive effect for a few seconds. In addition, it has the disadvantage of being quickly dispelled if the user’s magical power supply is cut off. Even then, I was able to defeat Warren by subduing him with the artifact while he was disarmed.”

“Ugh. I know that too. So I thought that if I placed the magic stone that would supply magical power outside and slowly dispersed the magical power inside the barrier over time, it would work… … .”

It was initially successful up to that point. But the problem started after that.

A space with almost no magic power is created, and Arendt enters it and activates the artifact.

If the artifact didn’t work then it was a success.

But so far, the only results have been the destruction of the barrier due to the power of the artifact being unmanageable.

“Werewolves can be subdued, but disabling their sacred relics will not be easy.”

Lexion, who was eating a whole apple at the same table, intervened.

“The quality of the magic power was different to begin with. The big shots who were part of the Chernion Order at the time put all their skills into making it. And what you guys were aiming for was none other than the holy relic of the saint.”

“I’m sorry,” Lexion added, throwing the remaining apple slice into his mouth.

“It seems like you want to break the spell of the saint. Mnemosyne’s breath is the crystallization of pure divine power and magic. If you can’t even handle that little brat, it’s meaningless.”

“And furthermore, it would be nice if it could be used in combat as well.”

Arendt, who was munching on cooked vegetables, interrupted.

“If we could neutralize the artifact even for a moment, just like we did with Warren, it would change the course of the battle. We could even subdue those monsters.”

“You speak so easily, Lord Arendt… … .”

Count Stadler muttered, his head buried in the table. But that was only for a moment.

“There’s no time for this.”

The Count raised his head nervously and began shoving food into his mouth.

The count denounced him, chewing his bread with a pale face.

“I’ll do it somehow! It’s not appropriate for a researcher to whine and say it’s impossible. I’ll find a way, no matter what!”

“Everything is fine, so swallow it first and then speak. I’ll stop here.”

Arthur grumbled, leaning back slightly.

Regardless, Count Stadler approached the meal combatively, as if venting his anger.

It seemed like the lights in the lab wouldn’t go out for a long time tonight either.

***

Leaving the broken Count behind, Arendt and Arthur entered the small conference room with Lexion.

The desk was piled high with reports and documents that the attendant had brought in advance.

“By the way, are you feeling better now? I heard that your condition wasn’t very good even after you returned.”

Arthur spoke to Lexion first.

“I told you before, don’t worry so presumptuously about a human child. I’m not in a good mood.”

Lexion clicked his tongue and crossed his arms.

“I could have come earlier, but the elf wizard asked for help.”

“Are you talking about Shekinah?”

“Oh, oh. I see you’re planning a mock battle training session using illusion magic.”

It was a training exercise designed for soldiers unaccustomed to fighting against alien enemies.

The soldiers of Nephele and Lucain had a hard time because they were confused when they first encountered the strange-looking ghouls and homunculi.

The same was true for the elven warriors who had less opportunity to encounter them than the Imperial Knights.

“I heard that they wanted to carve a welcome spell into the magic stone and supply it to other countries. I helped them out for a bit. Now that I’ve laid the groundwork, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“As expected… … . Are you preparing for a full-scale battle?”

Arthur’s face hardened for a moment.

“That’s right. Since they retreated relatively easily in the Kingdom of Lucain, it’s only natural to predict that they’ll launch an all-out offensive soon.”

Moreover, since even the saintess herself has appeared on the battlefield, it will not be long before the world is engulfed in the flames of war.

As a result, leaders of each country entered a state of extreme tension.

“Compared to that, this side seemed quite relaxed… … .”

Lexion added, turning his gaze towards Arendt indifferently.

“It doesn’t seem as relaxed as it looks.”

“Why are you talking like that while looking at me?”

Arendt, who had been looking at the documents first, looked up at him as if she was displeased.

“You’re right. Why are your wounds getting worse when you were just sitting there comfortably?”

The wounds he had sustained in battle had completely healed, but when I hadn’t seen him for a while, white bandages were wrapped around his wrists and the nape of his neck.

“As people live, various things happen.”

But Arendt simply responded indifferently.

“It’s ridiculous to hear such words from a young, green-eyed kid.”

“I will take it to mean that it is refreshing and good. This is the privilege of youth.”

Lexion, who had been keeping his mouth shut for a moment, let out a deep sigh.

“… … I’m the one who’s dealing with it, the idiot.”

“You know very well.”

Arthur calmly stopped Lexion as he saw him clench his fist.

“I fully understand your feelings, but this is not right. If Lexion really hits me, that bastard might die.”

“Phew.”

Only then did Lexion release the strength from his fist.

Be that as it may, Arendt continued to speak.

“This is from the Khan Union. They say the number of missing people is steadily increasing. Not long ago, a group of academy students from the outskirts of the Everran Kingdom disappeared.”

Even the relatively quiet Kingdom of Everran was out of the safe zone.

“And there has been an increase in the number of people who write graffiti on the Luce Temple on the outskirts and run away, or throw feces, and such. Those who are caught all try to avoid it, but anyone can see their intentions.”

Arendt picked up another document.

“And on the other hand, the number of believers visiting the Luce Temple is steadily increasing. In every country where Neumann’s information center has a presence. They must be trying to calm their anxious minds with their faith in God.”

It was evidence that public sentiment was heading towards extremes.

Lexion, who had been listening with his arms crossed, added a word.

“I heard that the temple also started training soldiers separately. I heard that before coming here.”

“At the temple?”

Arthur let out a surprised voice. Arendt also frowned slightly at the news she heard for the first time.

“How?”

“There must be some among the priests who used to be good at fighting. They recruit those who know how to fight, and the temple hires its own mercenaries. They are called battle priests.”

Lexion continued coldly.

“They are said to be trained in turns by heroes, other knight commanders, and elf commanders.”

But Arendt did not even look at him and just responded indifferently.

“Then they won’t go astray. The mercenaries may be rough, but they wouldn’t think of beating the hero of the Holy Sword. Your High Priest, you seem to have made up your mind too. It must not have been an easy decision.”

“I guess you felt you couldn’t just let it go. The situation was urgent. Or… … .”

Lexion, who had been paused for a moment, added:

“Maybe they are wary of anything other than the Chernion Church.”

“That could be the case.”

Arendt responded blankly. Arthur, who had been opening his mouth several times, finally opened it.

“Something else?”

“Well. He’s a strangely arrogant apprentice knight who enters and leaves the main temple without hesitation, but doesn’t know how to respect the gods at all.”

Arendt shrugged.

“What, just kidding.”

“… … Don’t even joke like that, you punk. It’s giving me goosebumps!”

When Arthur shouted, Arendt waved her hands.

“I’m not that self-conscious. What am I saying?”

“I can’t live like this, really. And let me tell you one more thing.”

Lexion sighed silently and rested his chin on his hand.

“It seems like the frequency of visits to the Heroes’ Temple has increased recently.”

Arthur blinked several times in surprise and asked again.

“yes?”

“Soldier training, meetings… … It seems that he often visits the temple for personal reasons other than official reasons. It’s not strange for a hero to visit the Luce Temple, but just so you know.”

“… … .”

Even after Lexion finished speaking, Arthur just smiled for a while.

After a long while, he muttered.

“I thought you hadn’t walked for a while… … .”

“You never know when or how a person’s heart will change.”

Arendt answered absentmindedly, pushing the papers aside.

“You may have just been too busy to go until now. After all, you are the hero of the Holy Sword.”

“……hey.”

Arthur, who had been keeping his mouth shut for a while, opened his mouth tremblingly.

“You really think that, don’t you?”

“But?”

Arendt raised her head and looked straight at Arthur.

“Is there a problem?”

Then Arthur and Lexion groaned at the same time.

“The captain is good at talking about the sound of his clothes bursting.”

“It’s not just for a day or two, it’s really incredible.”

Lexion responded in absurd terms to Arthur’s absurd mutterings.

“Let’s stop talking nonsense here.”

Be that as it may, Arendt habitually changed the subject.

“Now that Lexion is here, let’s think of a way to save the Count who is tearing his hair out. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“… … Ugh.”

Arthur let out a deep sigh. Then, Lexion, who had been silent, lightly clenched his fist and hit Arendt with it.

puck!

“Oh, really! Why, again?”

Arendt burst into a fit of rage, but this time Arthur didn’t stop her.

“Just get a hawk, a hawk.”

He just clicked his tongue and shook his head.