Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 451



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The Cheerful God of Betrayal Chapter 451

Kuung.

The door, which had been firmly closed, opened somewhat roughly.

As a ray of light appeared in the room that had been filled with darkness, Jiklin, who had been lying stretched out on the sofa, raised his head.

A visitor who had barged in without permission was barely able to support himself by leaning against the open door.

“Hey… … .”

Jiklin still lay there, groaning and exclaiming.

“You really came.”

The silver hair of the apprentice knight sparkled as a ray of light shone in the darkness.

Her hair, which was always neatly organized, was a mess after a rough fight, and her whole body was so red and wet that it was difficult to find a clean spot.

“… … Yeah. Here you go, you little shit.”

The apprentice knight, who had been holding his breath for a long time, forcibly straightened his body that was swaying dangerously.

Knock. Knock.

The blood pouring out of the gaping wound froze as soon as it hit the floor.

“You must have gotten a good look at what was going on there.”

Arendt stepped on her own bloodstains and took a step toward Zicklin.

“How was it? Was it fun? You must have seen your poor work being swept away like trash.”

“Really strong baby.”

Jiklin crumpled his face.

The hero and Arendt’s party inflicted massive damage on Ziklin’s legion in just a few hours.

She had prepared troops that could hold out for at least a few days without replenishment.

However, more than half of the priests, ghouls, and homunculi were swept away in just half a day.

“You damn brat. That’s something I should be saying.”

Thud, thud.

As Arendt moved, drops of frozen blood drew red paths on the floor.

“It seems like you’re not really interested in protecting the castle anymore… … How many monsters are you sending in just to kill me?”

“The one who broke through all that is also a monster.”

“Jiklin, crossing his legs as he faced him, spoke coldly.

“I thought that even if it didn’t kill him, at least he would have lost a limb.”

The south-facing windows were covered with dark curtains, so even though it was broad daylight, her side was completely dark.

The only thing illuminating the room was a thin ray of light streaming in through the door Arendt had opened.

“I guess I overestimated my children.”

The calm, composed voice felt completely different from the usually emotional Jiklin.

Arendt stopped walking some distance from Zicklin.

“… … I applaud you for admitting that those junks are no different from trash.”

Arendt frowned slightly and spat out briefly.

“It looks like it’s completely lost its flavor.”

There was a strange darkness in the elf girl’s eyes. It was something commonly called divine power, and it meant that Chernion was interfering with her.

‘That guy was originally far from religious.’

It was as if he was willing to work for Chernion in exchange for support of his forbidden research. But the current Ziklin seemed a bit different.

Arendt smiled bitterly.

“In the end, I was completely eaten by the mad god.”

“Chernion-sama’s hand has finally reached me.”

Jiklin smiled broadly.

“If I kill you and offer you up to Chernion, won’t I be able to create even more beautiful things?”

Although she looked beautiful, like a well-made doll, it seemed quite incongruous when compared to the way she acted noisily, expressing all sorts of emotions.

“… … Haa. This isn’t even worth talking about.”

Arendt let out a short sigh and put away her sword.

Thud.

Chunks of frozen blood scattered across the floor.

“You can’t do it. Just die. I don’t even think about joking.”

A cool chill lingered around the apprentice knight.

Her golden eyes glowed with murderous intent like a sharp blade.

“I can’t look at it because it makes me feel sick. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“It is a blessing from Chernion.”

It was a face where all smiles had disappeared. Jiklin smiled broadly, seeming quite pleased with the sight of the mask completely removed.

“What are you going to do when you begged Luce to save your life?”

When Arendt did not respond, a heavy silence fell over the room.

Thud. Kuuung.

Outside, a fierce battle seemed to be still taking place, and a heavy rumble could be heard from time to time.

The clashing of weapons, the roar of ghouls, the rumbling of the ground reminiscent of an earthquake, and someone’s screams all felt like they came from another world.

“I never begged. You just did whatever you wanted.”

Briskly. Arendt took a step closer to Sieglin.

“One day, I’m going to make you regret letting me live. It’ll be fun.”

As the distance between the two people grew closer, the shadows around Jiklin began to sway slightly.

“You’ll die before you even get to see it. That’s not too bad, is it?”

“That’s why you can’t do it, Arendt von Eckhart.”

Jiklin lightly snapped his fingers. Then, countless eyes appeared all at once in the darkness that filled the surrounding area.

In an instant, the room was filled with swollen pupils, as if they were escorting Jikleen.

The eyes that filled the floor, ceiling, and walls all turned toward Arendt.

“You don’t even realize how pathetic you are before God.”

Jiklin burst into a joyful laugh, revealing his white teeth.

“If I can’t cut that stiff hair, I will have to cut it off myself and present it to Lord Chernion.”

“… … !”

Arendt, frozen for a moment, sensed the attack rushing toward her.

Kwaaaaang!

As I instinctively raised my sword to defend myself, a heavy impact struck my entire body.

For a moment, her vision became dizzy, but Arendt somehow held on.

Only after her vision, which had been completely white, gradually returned was Arendt able to properly identify the enemy.

A shadow that had its own ego and moved on its own was blocking his sword head-on.

He was the last homunculus left in this castle.

“… … .”

Even the sharpened areas like blades had cloudy eyes that stared at Arendt quietly.

When I looked into its eyes, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Isn’t it beautiful? It looks like the night sky was cut off.”

A voice sounded as if it was intoxicated by something.

“Chernion looks upon all places. There is darkness everywhere. Even under the clear blue sky of day.”

Jiklin continued speaking cheerfully, almost as if humming.

“When the day ends, night comes. That is the proper course of things.”

Light had been illuminating this world for too long, so now it was time for the night to come.

Arendt made no reply.

No, to be exact, it would be more correct to say that he didn’t have the luxury of doing so. His body, already at its limit, was not strong enough to withstand the Homunculus’s powerful force.

Thud.

The bleeding from the open wound became more severe.

My legs were shaking and my hands were losing strength.

“……shit!”

Finally, with an impatient cry, Arendt struck the enemy hard.

Chaenggang!

The darkness that had been weighing on Arendt froze white and was soon cut cleanly by the blade. But that was not the end.

Crunch!

The very next moment, a black streak passed by precariously, cutting Arendt’s cheek in a long line.

If I had missed even a little bit, I would have definitely been hit in the head.

“… … !”

Blood dripped from the new wound.

But, unable to even care for her wounds, Arendt had to throw herself sideways again.

Kwaaaaang!

A black stem stretched from the ceiling and dug deep into the floor right next to it.

Although she managed to avoid it, the impact sent Arendt flying back once again.

Kuung.

Before she could even find a way out, Arendt was slammed into the wall.

My vision blurred and my hair turned white.

“Cluck, cluck!”

Every time the apprentice knight coughed, blood would gush out. This was because he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Arendt tried to raise her upper body with her trembling arms, but she lacked the strength and fell over.

An innocent laugh was heard from above.

“Hahahaha! You look so good. You look like a little mouse.”

“You little punk… … .”

Arendt raised her head with difficulty and twisted the corners of her mouth.

Jiklin met his gaze and smiled with her eyes shaped like crescent moons.

“You need to get your bearings. This should have happened a long time ago. You’ve let it go on for too long. Roger and Nike are both idiots.”

Arendt tried to say something back, but he quickly rolled over to avoid the attack that was coming at him again.

A game of tag began, with a chase taking place in a small room.

Boom, bang!

The homunculi filled the room without a single gap, continuously attacking from all directions.

The attacks that were fired deliberately avoiding vital points were like playing with a rat caught in a trap.

If I barely managed to block it, the next moment an attack would come flying in from an unexpected place, adding more scars to my already exhausted body.

“Cough!”

In the end, Arendt, who had been shot in the shoulder, fell to the ground at Sieglin’s feet as if she had been thrown.

I tried to somehow grab my sword again and get up, but even that was a pointless struggle.

Chaenggang!

Jiklin, who had just gotten up from the sofa, kicked his sword away.

“… … .”

Jiklin looked down at him with eyes that showed no emotion.

As if he had lost consciousness, his golden eyes were unfocused.

Even though I was breathing tenaciously because of my survival instinct, I felt like it wouldn’t have been strange if my breathing stopped at any moment.

Jiklin grumbled in annoyance.

“… … A really vicious bastard.”

Arendt herself must have fully anticipated that this might happen. Nevertheless, she came here betting everything on the slight possibility that she could kill Sieglin.

But this was the ending he received.

Now the apprentice knight was barely moving.

Jiklin, who shook his head, picked up the sword that had flown far away past him.

The sword, stained with blood and flesh, still retained the chill of frosty hands.

“I can finally get the holy relic back.”

Zicklin turned around again towards the fallen Arendt.

The homunculus, who had successfully subdued Arendt, only blinked occasionally and waited quietly for Sieglin’s instructions.

“Me, really. How much did I pour in to kill this little brat?”

This castle was sure to fall to Laius de Winfrid. The losses from the loss of priests and ghouls were incalculable, and all the homunculi were consumed.

But Jiklin had no regrets.

“If I take your head, Iris will praise you too.”

It was something worth suffering that much damage for.

Sieglin, holding Arendt’s sword, strode toward Arendt.

“I’ll keep that pretty neck as a special gift. I think it would be great to make it into a nice piece of art. Its body also seems to have quite a bit of vitality, so I think it could be quite useful.”

Squeak, squeak.

To her, a large sword dragged on the floor, making an unpleasant clanging sound.

“Consider it an honor to be my trophy, my dear.”

A smile appeared on his young face.

Zicklin stopped in front of Arendt, who was still without movement, and raised his sword high.

“I will tell the hero about your death.”

The dirty sword fell straight towards Arendt’s neck.

Finally, I was able to kill Arendt von Eckhart.

An unprecedented ecstasy took over her.

By sacrificing him to Chernion, we can one day bring eternal night to this land.

Jiklin had no doubts about it.

At that moment, Arendt, who seemed to have lost consciousness, stirred.

“uh?”

She didn’t understand what was happening until Arendt, who had collapsed, reached out and pulled the curtain back with all her might.

The thick curtains opened wide and bright sunlight poured in.

The moment when Jiklin opened his eyes slightly, startled by the sudden light.

Clang!

A steel arrow flew in through the window and pierced the girl’s forehead.