Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 432



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The Cheerful God of Betrayal Chapter 432

At a time when everyone was busy preparing for sortie.

Llewelyn approached quietly and stood tall in front of Arendt.

Then, a half-smiling face with a hint of annoyance suddenly turned towards him.

“what.”

Although it was hardly an attitude one would take toward a prince of a country, Llewelyn smiled as if he was in a good mood.

“Just. Thanks for taking my side.”

“I never took your side.”

But as always, all I got in return was an indifferent response.

“What’s wrong with having an employer who wants to exploit you? I just told the truth, as I always do.”

“Hey punk, are you embarrassed?”

Arendt frowned slightly as Llewelyn chuckled.

“If you wish, I can withdraw my offer right now and treat you like a prince. What do you think, Prince Llewelyn?”

“… … I’m sorry. I won’t show it to you.”

Llewelyn, who had just tucked his tail between his legs, glanced at Arendt.

“Still, I’m a little worried. Is there a reason?”

Although they treated each other with open arms, Arendt never forgot each other’s positions.

Last time in the Kingdom of Lucain, he used them as much as he could, but before a big fight broke out, he tried to get them out several times.

Sometimes Llewelyn felt sad about that.

Although she was always talking about the problems that would arise because of her status, Arendt’s real concern was always Llewelyn’s well-being.

‘So I couldn’t really protest… … .’

Despite this, Arendt actively came forward to defend him from the palace.

Llewelyn found that puzzling.

“I’ve told you this many times. It’s a hundred times better to suffer here with me than to watch you play.”

Arendt responded coolly.

“And I meant what I said to Prince Ludwin. There is no one in the palace who can stop you but me. It is more comfortable to have you by my side than to act alone. Instead, I will ask you.”

Golden eyes that looked as if they were about to die from annoyance were turned towards Llewelyn.

“If I had just told you to stay there, would you have just waited?”

“no.”

“therefore.”

Arendt waved her hand as the answer came right away.

“If you understand, go to your seat. Don’t bother me.”

“You’re like a cold child.”

Llewelyn stuck his tongue out and grumbled.

But instead of bothering Arendt further, he simply turned away.

“Just come back injured again. I won’t stay still. This time, I’ll ask Lexion to lock you up somewhere.”

“What are you going to do if you don’t stay still? You’re the one who should stop doing useless things and end up losing your head. I don’t want to take responsibility if something goes wrong because I brought you here for no reason.”

After exchanging bitter greetings, Llewelyn quietly left the room.

As soon as he left, Arendt let out a short breath.

“… … Is that a good feeling or a dull feeling?”

One of Llewelyn’s problems was that he trusted people easily.

This story isn’t limited to just him, though.

“Let’s go. Don’t just sit here.”

Licht, who had already finished preparing, passed by and tapped me on the shoulder.

Arendt’s eyes became even more dull as she watched the back of his head receding.

‘It was acting like it was broken for a while.’

It seems that Licht has also made up his mind about what his priorities are.

Obviously, that was a desirable thing, but I felt a little uneasy… … .

‘I’m not in a position to say anything to those guys.’

Arendt clicked her tongue and adjusted her slightly loose hair tie.

“When did I ever sit around blankly?”

Then he changed his posture and followed Richt with a gait befitting the apprentice knight Arendt.

He had to be a ridiculous clown through and through.

If even Arendt herself were to be caught up in thoughts that were not like ‘Arendt’, this place would no longer be a comedy.

Licht, who seemed to be a little ahead, had stopped walking and was waiting for him.

There was not a shred of doubt in the blue eyes staring at me.

‘They’re like people who have backed down.’

Their faith, their belief, their agony were real.

But in this current state, this world was nothing more than a small stage placed in the palm of the hands of two gods.

Arendt walked slowly on purpose and meditated to herself.

‘I’m the only one learning.’

He intended to shatter the narrow framework that makes this world a stage.

If only to bring down the arrogant gods who dare to treat the lives of this land as their possessions and puppets.

This fight will certainly be the starting point.

* * *

A castle where everyone is busy carrying out their own missions.

The sobbing of the unholy Luce believers broke the silence of dawn.

While all the dark priests were busy doing their own thing, there was only one person who had climbed up the watchtower and was staring out into the wilderness with cold, sunken eyes.

No, can you even call him a human?

Although his entire body was wrapped in black robes, the flesh that was occasionally revealed was covered in scars, and his blackened face was somewhat difficult to call human.

But the man paid no attention to his own strange appearance, and simply focused his attention on the direction his subordinates were headed.

‘Why?’

If things had gone smoothly, there would have been time for the report to come in.

But the communication crystal ball he was holding was simply silent.

Eric, the commander of this mission and captain of the 4th Battle Crusade, was growing increasingly anxious.

When he first set out and took possession of this territory, he had been filled with confidence and glory towards his god, but now only anxiety took its place.

Eric stood on the watchtower and gazed out over the horizon.

Before I knew it, darkness had receded and dawn was slowly breaking. However, no changes had yet been seen in the desolate fields.

“Could it be that I got hit… … .”

It was a slim possibility, but Eric couldn’t help but keep it in mind.

But if something had happened during the battle, it would have already been reported.

Since I couldn’t even know the outcome of the win or loss, there was only one thing I could think about right now.

‘It was dealt with without anyone knowing?’

But that couldn’t be the case.

Because the Everlan Kingdom army wasn’t that strong.

Even if the imperial army, aided by the power of the dragon, had come, the possibility of the battle ending without a sound like this was slim.

‘… …If only the hero hadn’t come here in person.’

Eric, whose thoughts had reached that point, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

“no way.”

A sigh burst from his mouth.

A faint light of dawn was breaking through the darkness, signaling the coming of morning.

At the beginning of the unwelcome dawn, there was a hero bravely riding a white horse and charging towards us.

The holy sword he pulled out gleamed white in the dawn light.

As if Luce’s affectionate hand was wrapping around Laius de Winfried’s shoulder, the night sky that had been covered in darkness gradually turned into dawn.

Suddenly, Eric the Evil One shouted down towards the bottom of the wall.

“It’s the enemy!”

The subordinates standing guard raised their heads in surprise.

“Tell Jinn right away that Lyos de Winfrid has appeared here! Never let them pass through the gates!”

“yes!”

A loud reply came from below.

The legions led by the hero were quickly closing in. The priests also immediately came out of the walls and began summoning ghouls.

Under the darkness that had not yet completely receded, several splendid summoning circles appeared one after another, and soon, numerous monsters protecting Chernion bared their fierce teeth at the enemy.

“Keeeeeek!”

“Kurururuk… … .”

The ghouls instinctively began to show their killing intent towards the charging knights.

“Captain, the miracle soldier is… … .”

“Not yet. Your power is limited, so conserve it as much as possible until Lady Jiklin arrives.”

“All right.”

At Eric’s direction, his subordinates retreated.

Eric, who was about to jump down from the watchtower with his weapon drawn, suddenly remembered something and gave another order.

“Materials must never be taken away.”

The reason why the filthy seeds of the god Luce were kept alive was because of Gecklin’s request.

“Push them all into one place! If you can’t defend them, just kill them. Even their corpses will be useful.”

“yes!”

The subordinates answered loudly.

Only then was Eric able to go into battle with peace of mind.

“If you want to come, come.”

There was a clear murderous look in his eyes.

Even Roger didn’t think he could stop the hero who couldn’t do anything.

But it would be quite possible to kill the hero’s followers right before their eyes.

In particular, the apprentice knight, whom Giklin and Roger considered a thorn in their side, was determined to tear apart the limbs of the hero, Laius, in front of him.

Kwaaaaang!

A powerful arrow flew in from somewhere and struck deeply into the castle wall with a loud noise.

It was the sound that announced the start of a fight.

* * *

“Your Majesty, don’t push yourself too hard.”

Llewelyn nodded at Shekinah’s request.

“Don’t worry, Shekinah. I won’t do anything presumptuous. I don’t want to be a burden.”

In his hands he held a bow enchanted with reinforcement magic and a steel arrow that resembled a harpoon.

It was specially designed to increase destructive power, taking into account the fact that with the help of artifacts, you don’t have to worry about the weight of the projectile.

“I should have done this a long time ago. It’s so comfortable.”

The magic stone embedded in the bow glowed faintly, and a light breeze blew around Llewelyn.

Llewelyn, who had attached a steel arrow to his bow, concentrated the power of the artifact into the arrow.

Following him, the other elf archers also began to aim their arrows at the enemy.

“firing!”

At Shekinah’s command, they all fired their bows.

A shower of arrows rained down on the heads of the ghouls who were charging toward the knights led by Laius.

Thud, thud!

The arrows dug deep into the flesh with a dull sound, but the ghouls seemed to be unscathed.

Kuuung!

Llewelyn’s arrow, which had flown heavily, once again struck deep into the thick gate.

Llewelyn exclaimed with great delight.

“Shekinah, now is the time!”

“I know.”

Shekinah nodded and began to use her magic. A brilliant red magic circle appeared where her feet touched.

Almost simultaneously, the arrows embedded in the walls and enemy bodies also began to glow red.

“Kyaaaaah!”

The ghoul in the lead rushed towards Laius, shaking its arrow-tipped head.

At that moment, Sekina snapped her fingers.

That became the signal, and the arrows that flew into the enemy lines began to explode one by one.

Kwaaaaang!

The first thing to explode was Llewelyn’s arrow embedded in the gate.

The old wooden walls were unable to withstand the blast and quickly fell apart, spewing debris.

Boom, bang!

“Keeeeeek!”

“Keeeeeek! Kkeeeeek, keeeeek!”

The battlefield became a mess in an instant.

Chunks of flesh from the ghouls caught in the explosion were sprayed in all directions.

Even with their bones and internal organs exposed, the ghouls did not die. However, the fire from the arrows caught them by their ankles.

The ghouls, who had turned into fireballs in the blink of an eye, continued to rampage and fall down.

Llewelyn, who was watching the scene, let out a gasp.

“Hey, isn’t it cool?”

“It’s possible because there are so many magic stones. It’s too early to let your guard down. It’s just the beginning.”

Shekinah answered coolly.

Meanwhile, new ghouls were constantly being summoned.

The walls that Llewelyn had attacked were also in shambles, but not completely destroyed.

“Let’s go one more time. Prince, please get ready too.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Llewelyn chuckled and picked up his arrow again.