Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 420



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The 420th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

That night, several more reports arrived for Arendt.

What I liked most was the call from Warren.

“See? What did I say? That’s the most effective way?”

-It…

Arendt responded plainly to the tired voice coming from beyond the communication port.

“Yeah, next frozen wolf. How does it feel to be a puppy?”

-You told me to, you fucking bastard!

“So what was the result? You became pretty close with the kids, huh?”

Warren, who had been exploding with anger, became quiet. He was probably gritting his teeth on the other side of the communication port. Arendt was quite satisfied with that.

Finally, Warren sighed deeply and continued.

-Haa… … It is true that close protection is now possible. And I have already asked for the Duke’s understanding in advance. Yesterday, he even let me into the mansion.

“Hey. Aren’t you a total pet person? If nothing else comes up, it wouldn’t be bad to just live there and get some meat and stuff.”

Warren started yelling again through the communication port, but of course, it didn’t work.

“You seem to be more irritable lately. Why don’t you get some warm milk from Princess Lieta? She says milk is good for your mental and physical well-being.”

-It’s because of you, this is a ruined baby!

I always think Warren was a very fun guy to tease.

“That’s fine. Anything special?”

Warren, who was chewing on this, continued to speak, suppressing his anger.

-… … I’m not near the mansion yet, but I have something to report anyway.

“say.”

-There seems to be an increase in the number of outsiders visiting the territory recently.

Arendt furtively arched her eyebrows.

“Hmm.”

-Because it’s a remote place, there aren’t many tourists or visitors. But recently, outsiders have been spotted in the territory. The explorers who came with us investigated, so we can confirm this.

The explorers who had infiltrated naturally blended into the territory and observed the public sentiment.

The city was already in turmoil because of what had happened in Wangseong.

In the midst of all this, people were quite agitated by the sudden appearance of outsiders, including explorers.

“You still don’t know who they are?”

-The guys outside are watching. They seem to be pretending to be travelers. There seem to be more people from Everan and Nephele than from the Kingdom of Lucain.

Warren continued in a calmer voice.

-They claim to be natives of the Kingdom of Lucain, but they can’t fool us.

“Of course. They travel all over the continent for a living.”

Arendt frowned slightly.

“As expected, it seems like they’re after Prince Louis and Princess Rieta.”

-But that’s strange. Didn’t you give up on taking control of the Lucain royal family? I don’t think it would be very meaningful to eliminate the royal bloodline now.

“Naive and foolish people are like this, so they won’t do anything.”

Arendt clicked her tongue in disapproval as Warren asked in bewilderment.

“You still have enough value as a hostage.”

Warren was silent for a moment, as if he had been caught off guard.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t take him alive. Crown Prince Victor will do anything to get his body back.”

-… … I see. I understand.

“So, don’t let your guard down and be careful. Even if the prince and princess are assassinated, their bodies must not be taken away.”

-I get it.

Warren’s hard voice returned.

-I will never let you suffer. I will protect you no matter what.

“Of course it should be. It’s natural for a dog to protect its owner… … .”

Before Arendt could finish speaking, Warren shouted.

-I’m not a dog, and the prince and princess are not my masters! How many times do I have to tell you… … .

“Yeah, good job. Make sure to do your job as a guard dog.”

Warren seemed to be shouting something, but Arendt ignored him and hung up the phone.

Arendt muttered, looking down at the darkened communication port.

“… … This guy is definitely fun to tease.”

“Is that a werewolf?”

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind. Arendt spoke annoyedly without even looking back.

“Don’t you know how to knock on the dragon topic?”

Be that as it may, Lexion simply continued to say what he had to say.

“Most wolves are rational, so it’s rare to see a werewolf get that angry. I guess you scratched quite a bit.”

“It’s quite rewarding work.”

“Anyway, he’s a weird kid.”

Grumbling irritably, Lexion stroked Arendt’s hair as if ruffling it.

Then, healing magic was cast and the remaining scars disappeared in an instant.

“Oh, really. If you’re going to treat it, make it pretty. Why did you make the hair like this?”

Arendt nervously straightened her disheveled hair.

Lexion, sitting across from him, sat with his legs crossed leisurely.

“I tried my best to show good intentions, but now you’re being so rude.”

“That’s my charm.”

After a long and familiar conversation, Lexion brought up a different topic.

“For now, the Count seems to have found his way, so he will soon be able to create what you want. It will happen soon. He may be eccentric, but he is a clever man.”

“Let’s just hope something doesn’t happen before then.”

Arendt said calmly.

“What brings you here at this hour? I am sure the Count has prepared a separate room for you.”

“I can’t figure out what the hell you’re thinking.”

As if he had been waiting for that question, Lexion answered immediately.

“I’ve lived a long life compared to humans, but I just can’t read your mind. The same goes for the others who have been negatively influenced by you.”

“What are you going to do by reading my mind? It’s not that complicated.”

Arendt tilted her head.

“Isn’t it just a matter of throwing mud water on those damn bastards’ faces? Don’t you think Lexion meant the same thing to me?”

“… … Was that a problem that could be explained so simply?”

Lexion frowned slightly and spoke coldly.

“The years of the gods are long. They don’t even dare to look up to mere mortals like you.”

“You’ve been nagging me for a while now. Are you feeling guilty now?”

When Arendt blurted out, Lexion responded briefly.

“Then what should we do?”

“… … .”

This time, it was Arendt who was left speechless.

“How many times have I told you? You are too arrogant.”

Lexion gave him a look of blatant pity as he just blinked blankly.

“You seem to think that people around you think you’re heartless, but that’s a big mistake.”

“What are you trying to say?”

Arendt asked back irritably, but still received only cold words in return.

“You already know. You’re just pretending not to know. You’re such an idiot.”

“I really don’t know what you want me to do. If you’re going to talk nonsense, just get out.”

The tone of the apprentice knight’s voice was starting to show genuine nervousness. Lexion, who had been glaring at him disapprovingly, clicked his tongue and changed the subject.

“Back to the beginning. What are you planning to do? There’s nothing you can do even if you try hard with your short-sighted thoughts.”

“I know, too.”

Arendt, leaning back against the chair, replied irritably.

“It’s true that I’m a cocky and arrogant brat, but I’m not that self-conscious. Please don’t make me repeat the same thing over and over again.”

“You little punk… … .”

“and.”

Lexion, who was about to say something, closed his mouth.

Arendt cut him off and added nonchalantly.

“That kid said the same thing.”

“what?”

Lexion frowned and asked curiously.

It was because I didn’t realize who the bastard Arendt was talking about was.

Arendt blurted it out plainly.

“God. Luce.”

“… … .”

Lexion, who was about to say something else, closed his mouth. Arendt continued speaking slowly, stroking the ends of her flowing hair.

“Human power is weak. I realized it clearly recently. We don’t live long, and not all of us are familiar with magic. We don’t have strong bodies like the beastmen… … . I don’t need to say anything about the stupidly strong dragons.”

“… … .”

Lexion looked at Arendt with sunken eyes. At first glance, it sounded like quite a self-deprecating remark.

“But even those great gods ultimately chose heroes and saints from among humans. There must be a reason for that.”

But his bright yellow eyes, shining brightly, proved that he was not frustrated.

“A strong body or magical powers… … These are strengths that cannot be compared to those things.”

Eventually, Lexion gave up on pressing him and had no choice but to ask him questions.

“Are you talking about faith?”

Arendt added absentmindedly.

“Overwhelming numbers there. And a sociality that is far superior to that of other races.”

Dragons are a god-fearing race, but they are overwhelmingly small in number.

And now, there were only two left.

The Suin tribe lives in seclusion, does not mix with other races, and does not rely on gods.

Although elves had a similar ecology to humans, they were also small in number.

Besides, the elves were too fearful to allow new heroes to be born.

Because we even experienced the destruction of our ancestors by the hands of God.

“That is why Luce had no choice but to choose humans this time too. If only to harvest the faith steadily.”

Arendt continued slowly.

“So we should also use our human characteristics to fight back. That would be the way Luce would feel the most humiliated.”

“… … .”

“The hero Khan left the records of Chernion to his descendants against Luce’s will. And he even went to the trouble of separating the temple and the imperial family.”

Hero Khan had already laid the foundation for his descendants to become independent from Luce during that era.

“I dare to spit in the face of God… … . In the end, it is only possible because we are foolish humans.”

Arendt shrugged.

“Humans are a lowly species that, while trying to save someone from drowning, end up drowning themselves.”

“… … .”

“Even now, look at it. There are quite a few people who abandon the gods they have served their entire lives and follow Chernion. That shows that they are creatures who are greatly influenced by their surroundings.”

The apprentice knight simply shrugged.

“And to expose and bring down the dark side of God is something only a hero should do. A scoundrel should do his part.”

Arendt added with a sly smile.

“I have never forgotten the promise I made to Lexion, not even for a single moment.”

It was a very cheerful tone.

“I will give the glory of victory to Leos de Winfrid… … but I have no intention of giving the credit to the god Luce.”

“… … It looks like he’s already done something.”

As Lexion groaned, Arendt let out a strange noise.

“I think Lexion will live much longer than me.”

“That’s obvious.”

“Then, while Lexion is alive… … .”

Arendt paused for a moment and then added plainly.

“Even without me, God Luce will never be able to sleep soundly.”

This isn’t a stage or anything.

It is impossible to just end the story by saying, “I ate well and lived well” just because the hero wins.

History continues.

How long did it take you to admit this fact?

‘I don’t know what Lexion was like in the past, but… … .’

Lexion, the Blue Knight of the Holy Sword, may have simply gone into hiding without participating in the war.

Because there wasn’t a single person who understood what he meant.

But the current Lexion will definitely be different.

Arendt smiled her characteristically ill-tempered smile.

“I’m not the only one who made a promise, am I? I bet my life on it. You wouldn’t be so ignorant as to pretend not to know, would you?”

“… … .”

Lexion, who had been opening his mouth for a moment, eventually let out a deep sigh and hit his forehead with a loud sound.