Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 423



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The Cheerful God of Betrayal Chapter 423

Chapter 100. You know what’s the funniest thing?

“Is it really that there is no owner? It’s been staying here all these years.”

“I’m worried,” said Lieta, stroking the large dog’s forehead.

The dog lying in front of her let out a short sigh, as if it understood what she said.

Louis, who was sitting on the bench right next to me, said.

“Maybe it’s not a dog that someone raised, but a wild animal… … It’s too big to be a normal dog.”

“Come to think of it, my uncle said there are a lot of wild animals and monsters in this territory. But this kid seems to follow people… … .”

Lieta tilted her head and met the dog’s gaze.

“Are you a dog? Or are you a wolf?”

“… … .”

But there was no answer from the beast. The dog simply raised its head slightly and placed its large forehead on Lieta’s palm.

Then a smile appeared on Lieta’s lips.

“What does it matter either way? He’s such a good kid, isn’t he?”

“… … .”

Louis, who was watching the two, also smiled slightly.

He also agreed that it didn’t matter whether Lieta’s new friend was a wolf or a dog.

She was deeply hurt. It was all thanks to that dog that she was able to smile again.

“Rieta. You brought them into the mansion yesterday too. Don’t do that. The servants are scared.”

“But it rained yesterday. It would be too bad to walk around in the rain. And he was very polite, so he didn’t even make a mess of the room.”

Lieta protested sharply. Louis, who had no choice but to smirk, made a suggestion.

“Then should I give it a name? I’ll make a necklace for it and put it on.”

“… …Is that okay?”

Lietta’s eyes widened.

And the dog lying down in front of her… … no, Warren flinched.

Dog collar.

It was the moment when the werewolf’s life faced its greatest crisis.

But Louis, who couldn’t know that, continued talking cheerfully.

“My brother contacted me anyway. He said that if there was anything I needed, he would personally prepare it for me at the palace and send it to me. Wouldn’t it be better to ask my brother for it rather than here?”

“Really?”

Lietta’s expression brightened even more.

A few days ago, Louis received a letter from Victor.

The letter, written in Victor’s neat handwriting, contained a long story, as if he wanted to relieve his regrets from the past.

From now on, he will work hard to protect the Kingdom of Lucain as the king, and despite the tragic events, the fact that the two are his terribly beloved younger brothers will never change.

Victor’s sincerity was fully expressed in the handwriting he wrote with great care.

“Really. Then I will send a separate letter to my brother today. I am sure he will be happy to hear about your well-being.”

Louis smiled and nodded.

‘I was a fool to have doubted you even a little bit, hyung.’

Since his mother had committed treason, he thought he would definitely be abandoned along with Lieta.

But Victor was still their family and their protector.

That fact would never change, not ever.

Louis reached out and patted the dog’s head once.

As if he had given up on everything, Warren quietly accepted the touch.

Just then, as such a peaceful time was passing by.

Rustle.

“… … !”

Warren’s sensitive ears detected an alien presence.

Suddenly, the dog raised its head and raised its body, and the startled siblings took a small step back.

Lietta asked, her eyes wide open.

“what’s the matter?”

“Is there a bird?”

Louis also checked where Warren was looking, but only the gardener was standing still.

“There’s nothing?”

Lietta looked back at Warren, but Warren stood there for a long time, not moving.

The wolf’s deep eyes grew cold.

* * *

“… … It’s surprisingly useful.”

Arendt gave a short exclamation at the report.

The sender was Llewelyn, and he was reporting the results of an analysis of fragments of relics discovered in the underground ruins of the Lucain Palace and the Kingdom of Nephele.

As expected, it has been officially confirmed that the structures were built using the same building materials.

“Everyone was guessing anyway. Is there really a need to go this far?”

“Anyway, don’t be so dull. This kind of thing should be done clearly. If possible, it would be better if someone credible notarizes it.”

Arendt responded indifferently to Arthur’s question and turned the report to the next page.

“In that sense, Llewelyn is a pretty good worker.”

“… … Please, Prince, don’t do that. No. That’s enough. What should I say to you?”

Arthur let out a deep sigh and glanced at his junior.

Arendt was still engrossed in her paperwork and showed no signs of being out of the ordinary.

Because of that, Arthur was unable to bring up anything else, so he turned his gaze back to the report he was writing.

‘I really can’t figure out what’s inside.’

In the midst of all this chaos, it was very uncharacteristic of Arendt to remain quietly confined to the laboratory.

“What are you looking at?”

“Yeah, wait. I’m unlucky.”

“Isn’t it time you started getting used to your handsome face?”

“… … .”

Arendt simply shut her senior’s mouth and took out the underground ruins blueprints that Llewelyn had sent her and unfolded them.

Then he took out a new piece of paper next to it and started scribbling something down.

As expected of someone with exceptional dexterity, a new picture quickly began to appear on the paper.

Arthur soon realized what Arendt was drawing.

“This… isn’t it rare and the magic stone mine?”

“that’s right.”

Arendt nodded briefly.

In the blink of an eye, a blueprint for Dragon Lair was completed next to the map of the Magic Stone Mine.

Arthur’s eyes widened as he watched blankly.

“Wait a minute. That thing next to you is the ruins of the Kingdom of Lucain, right?”

“Yes. I guess you’re finally getting the hang of it.”

Arthur even forgot to let go of his grudge despite the indifferent answer.

I noticed that the Dragon Lair had a structure similar to the ruins of the royal palace.

“I don’t think it’s completely unrelated. Do you remember the mural inside the lair?”

“Huh? Huh?”

When Arthur nodded bewilderedly, Arendt put down her pen and continued speaking.

“A circular space with a dome-shaped ceiling with a mural… … It has a similar shape to the Chernion Temple. The underground ruins of the Kingdom of Lucain were the same.”

It’s certainly not unrelated.

“The original would have been the underground temple of the palace. The owner of the mine lair was a dragon who followed the god Chernion, and at the same time, he built the lair while longing for those old days.”

The old dragon lived there in hiding during the war and carried out his orders.

It was a rather sad statement.

“The Chernion Temple in Rebecca’s castle was probably built under the direct orders of the saint herself, so it would have been constructed exactly as it was in the past.”

“… … How on earth do you know that? Do they teach that kind of thing at the academy that noble ladies go to?”

“I’ve said this over and over again, but you’re stupid. If you just pay attention, you can easily make guesses like this.”

Arendt shrugged.

“Anyway, this makes it more or less certain that the underground ruins are deeply connected to the god Chernion. If you organize this and hand it over to Llewellyn, he’ll be able to find more definitive evidence. When you’re done writing the report, give it to me. I’ll send it with you.”

“… … Wait a minute. I’ll finish it.”

“Anyway, it’s too slow to explode.”

Arthur replied annoyedly.

“Are you done? Why are you doing something that no one asked you to do?”

“I did everything. Do you think I’m as incompetent as you are?”

But of course, he couldn’t find the principal. Arthur eventually grumbled and buried his nose in the paper again.

Arendt, who had been giving him a pitiful look, sat up.

“When you’re done, leave it there. I’ll send it to you later when I go out for a walk. I’ll go do something else for a bit.”

“Something else? What?”

Arendt responded simply to Arthur’s question.

“Interrogation. To be exact, it would be closer to persuasion.”

* * *

It’s been several days already.

Ain was tightly bound to the barrier chair.

Of course, he was not allowed to eat or drink, and he was even gagged tightly with an iron gag to prevent him from committing suicide.

Ain noticed the sound of someone approaching from outside the door and lifted his haggard face.

Clank. Clank.

The multiple locks installed were released, and a familiar apprentice knight entered the barrier with leisurely steps.

“It’s worth a look.”

Arendt sat down on the interrogation chair opposite her and opened her mouth.

Ain just stared at Arendt with his bright yellow eyes.

Accepting the gaze with her whole body, Arendt leisurely crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair.

“Have you thought about my proposal?”

“… … .”

“Nod your head or blink your eyes. Then I’ll judge that you’re willing to talk. I think you have quite a few questions for me, too.”

After that, Ain just stared at Arendt for a long time.

It was to see the truth, but I couldn’t read anything from the face that was so indifferent.

A moment of conflict flashed across Ain’s eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes and nodded.

“good.”

Arendt answered with satisfaction, stood up, and untied his gag.

Until Arendt returned to his seat, Ain still remained motionless, just staring at him.

“What are you planning?”

“I’ve already told you my purpose. Don’t make me repeat myself. You already know that I’m not lying.”

Arendt tilted her head.

“Didn’t your pervert mask tell you that a dirty bastard who doesn’t know how to pray is standing on the front lines?”

“What, what?”

Arendt kindly answered Ain’s question in a bewildered manner.

“It’s called a pervert mask. Oh, it was a fire-breathing boar cub. His name was Roger, right?”

“… … .”

Ain’s face became blank for a moment at the unexpected words.

He should be angry since he insulted the person he served, but he was too shocked to do so.

“Anyway, you already know that I’m not lying, right? Or is it that I’m still lacking in sincerity?”

Meanwhile, Arendt naturally changed the subject.

Ain also suddenly came to his senses.

“… … I get what you’re saying. But how can I trust you?”

“Do you still not believe me when I say I’ll point my sword at Luce?”

“… … That’s right.”

Ain, who had been silent for a moment, answered stiffly.

“Of course, Roger is not the one who can stop someone like you. No matter what I say here, you will die by Roger’s hand. But how can I believe your proposal, which has been working for the dirty light up until now?”

“That makes sense.”

Surprisingly, Arendt nodded readily. Thanks to this, Ain couldn’t help but frown.

“What is that… … .”

“Hey. Can I tell you a funny story?”

Arendt, cutting off his words, smiled mischievously.

“This is a story that no one on our side knows yet. I’ll tell you first. I think you’ll find it quite interesting.”

“… … .”

Ain, who was about to say something, just kept his mouth shut.

It meant to tell someone to talk about it.

Facing Ain, who was ready for a full conversation, Arendt continued speaking slowly.

And after a while.

Ain’s eyes, which contained Arendt’s true colors, gradually began to fill with astonishment.