Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 457



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The Cheerful God of Betrayal Chapter 457

Chapter 108. Prove it to me.

Arendt, who had promised to speak frankly, remained silent for a long time.

It was quite out of character for him to keep his mouth shut for so long, so Cantares decided to wait for the time being.

But the wariness and cold gaze toward him remained.

After a long time, Arendt opened her mouth.

“Someone has to do it. And that someone just so happens to be me.”

“Why? Why now of all times?”

“Because it’s now.”

He answered Cantares’ somewhat sharp question calmly.

“I thought this was my last chance before the new order was established. Now I have a hero to put forward in God’s stead. He happens to be very kind to me.”

There was no regret whatsoever on his expressionless face for what he had done.

“There is only one chance left to snatch the believers from the clutches of the god Luce. If we blindly tell him the truth, we don’t know what he might do, and we don’t know what kind of impact it will have on this land. That’s why I created a suitable scenario and attached it.”

He framed God.

Arendt declared so confidently.

It was a completely different matter from collecting evidence to expose the other side of God.

“… … So, why did it have to be like that?”

Cantares spoke slowly, suppressing his anger.

“Why should we escape from Luce’s grasp? We have already lived under his protection for many years.”

But the anger that came from the voice that followed was something he couldn’t do anything about.

“Why are you deciding the fate of the empire? Do you have the right to dare to shake the identity of the Holy Empire, Kalion? Even if Lady Luce is an unjust being, that is no reason for us to betray him.”

“why?”

“It is not Lord Luce who threatens us right now. It is the Cernyon Church. And it is by his grace that we have survived so far. Even a dog does not bite its master who has fed it.”

Cantares continued speaking, engraving each letter in response to Arendt’s indifferent question.

“Thanks to Lady Luce’s protection, we survived the great war and have lived peacefully until now. But how dare we?”

“No. Even dogs that are raised and fed can bite their owners.”

Arendt responded coldly.

“If you feed them a lot of food and fatten them up before you eat them, shouldn’t you be able to fight back? And above all, we are not dogs.”

The golden eyes stared at Cantares without a hint of hesitation.

“They were worse than dogs to begin with. The Kalyon Empire was nothing more than a puppet, a toy to the god Luce.”

“what?”

“Even animals kept in fences can eat their fill and live comfortably for the time being. But look at their condition now.”

Arendt held my hand in hers. It was the spot where the burn from Nikephor had once remained.

“There is only one reason why the God of Luce protected the Empire and the hero Khan. If he lost them, he would have no one to serve him.”

A terribly calm voice continued.

“I needed faith to devour them, so I kept them alive like a flock of sheep, and when the time came, I was pushed back to defeat the evil spirit. The holy sword? That’s good. I fought until I was exhausted and fell, and even if there came a moment when I wished I could just breathe… … .”

Arendt could be sure.

I think that’s what Leo from ‘The Blue Knight of the Holy Sword’ would have been like.

When faced with the countless deaths that he could not prevent, how many times has he wished he had died instead?

“Because heroes can rise again and fight.”

“… … .”

“Is that any different from a ghoul or a homunculus?”

Arendt’s voice, which had been so calm, began to become increasingly excited.

“What responsibility did the god Luce bear for the lives lost fighting the Chernion Church up to now?”

This was also a topic that Arendt would never have brought up.

“The healing powers of the priests? Even that is just a means to keep them in the battlefield. Just as the believers of Chernion have lost their fear, this side has lost even the right to collapse from exhaustion.”

Cantares, who had been moving his lips several times, barely managed to refute.

“Why are you so sure? No one knows God’s intentions… … .”

“i know.”

But Arendt cut him off.

“I know what you don’t know.”

Only he knew everything behind the scenes of this world and this stage.

“I know better than you, Lexion. I have seen and heard it. The fact that I am still alive and talking is proof.”

The face of Luce, who had smiled and said she would make a bet, was still vivid on my face. There were also times when I would face a distorted darkness when I fell asleep at night.

In all these moments, Arendt had no choice but to reexamine the dark side of this world.

“You asked why it had to be that way. You could have just pretended not to know and lived comfortably under the protection of God.”

Arendt began to scratch her neck out of habit.

“Even if I save my life right now, this war will never end as long as I remain under the stage that Luce has set up. I will only be treated as Luce’s plaything.”

Cantares, who had been blankly staring, realized that Arendt’s breathing had become somewhat ragged.

“Hey, you… … .”

“The captain is just a captain. Even without the holy sword, if the empire is in danger, he is someone who will stand at the forefront and fight. The author, God, has locked up such a person in his grasp under the name of the hero of the holy sword.”

It seemed to Arendt that she could not even hear Cantares calling.

“You could have just lived a normal, happy life. Your Majesty, it’s the same. If this situation hadn’t happened, you would have just been a mischievous, eccentric crown prince and inherited the empire. Instead of taking on the role of commander-in-chief of the war.”

“… … .”

“The same goes for everyone else. They may die meaningless deaths in this war, and if they survive, they will become puppets of the god Luce. How dare they claim to be justice themselves, and continue to treat you like toys.”

This time, Cantares froze.

“Because of that bastard, Lexion was robbed of the era he lived in. Hero Khan must have been abused continuously while he was alive.”

And he lost his place to return to forever.

I was able to find out after a long conversation with Nereis.

Lee Soo-hyun’s body is dead.

The moment he refused to be ‘Lee Soo-hyun’, his body, which was barely breathing in the hospital, also died.

Just like Arendt now, ‘Arendt’, who was transplanted to ‘Lee Su-hyeon’, also lost her life.

Kuk.

The fingernails dug into the scar and blood began to ooze out from it.

Cantares, sensing something was wrong, suddenly got up from his seat.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I had no intention of putting others in danger. In fact, I had intended for this to be the last time I would leave the palace.”

But Arendt continued talking indifferently, seemingly unaware that the wound had burst open.

“The war can be handled by Commander Leo and His Majesty. I have already done enough, so I thought it would be okay for me to die soon.”

Dog death is an emissary.

It was something he would say habitually.

Arendt was too worn out to utter such fine words.

“That’s why I wanted to give you a push. Your Majesty, as the Crown Prince of the Holy Empire, will not be able to move around freely. And Luce, that bastard, you never know what he might do.”

“hey.”

“Then it would be better for me, the one who was cursed in the first place, to fight back. If he doesn’t like it, he’ll wipe out an entire generation.”

Cantares couldn’t stand it anymore and called out to him, but Arendt still didn’t notice.

“감히 그딴 놈이 당신들을 마음대로 좌지우지하는 꼴이 보기 싫었어요. 죽을 고생을 하는 건 이쪽인데, 그 개새끼가 공을 가로채는 것도 모자라서 생사여탈권을 쥐고 있다니. 그게 말이나 되나요?”

“That’s enough, stop it.”

“The first being to confront the god Luce will surely be like a moth to a bonfire. Since I was the one who started it all, I thought I would take that much responsibility.”

This was a harsh reality, so there would be no happy ending where everyone was happy.

Even if we win the fight against the evil cult, it will be a sluggish fight that will last for several generations.

“… … So, I wanted to leave the palace and try to move on my own. As you said earlier, the sparks might fly somewhere unexpected. And if I die, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

So, he was willing to even commit treason in order to protect the people from the god Luce.

“Before that, I was going to send Llewellyn to Everan. If he stays here, he’ll likely be accused of being a friend of traitors. In that case, it would be better for him to suffer while fighting the enemy in his home country.”

Feeling like his throat was burning, Cantares forced his still lips apart.

“… …Stop it. Can’t you hear me?”

My hands were clammy with cold sweat.

At some point, my heart started pounding like crazy because of all the words coming out of the little kid’s mouth.

Arendt moved her eyes again and looked at the Crown Prince.

The golden eyes that seemed to be wandering far away finally regained focus.

After a while.

Arendt frowned as she noticed blood on her fingertips.

“… … Hey, shit. Here we go again.”

The tone in which she was spitting out insults at him had returned to the tone of Arendt that Cantares knew.

Arendt shrugged her shoulders, stuffing her hands into her pockets.

“He was originally a traitor, but the name traitor suits him quite well. He’s a young apprentice knight who followed General Laius and even tried to make him the new first emperor.”

Arendt had regained her usual composure.

“But now, my thoughts have changed a bit.”

He paused for a moment and then blurted out.

“Looking at the way he looks, if I run away, he’ll follow me to the ends of hell.”

There was no subject, but I could guess who he was referring to.

The three knights led by Laius. And Lexion and Llewelyn. There were countless others who followed Arendt.

“That wasn’t something I had planned on doing. It was just something I had been doing for a while. What do you guys think is so pretty that I would risk my life for it?”

“… … .”

“Even so, only Luce will be happy. If I were to do that, I would like to personally cut off the heads of Chernion, the saintess, and those bastards.”

The usual playful tone followed.

“Even if Your Majesty decides to expel me, I have more than enough justification to remain in the palace. So Your Majesty, you may choose the direction you wish.”

Arendt met Cantares’ gaze and smiled faintly.

“Will you keep throwing fish at me and keeping me in your palm and watching me? Or will you reject me and choose God’s protection?”

But Cantares couldn’t even laugh.

“… … Okay, I got it.”

Cantares, who had been pressing his temples, spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Just get out of here. Go sleep or whatever. When you feel better, we’ll talk about it.”

“I’m still completely fine.”

Arendt responded sullenly, as if she didn’t like it.

“I guess Your Majesty needs some time to gather your thoughts. I don’t care what choice you make, so suffer as much as you want.”

Arendt bowed her head crookedly in greeting and then turned around without any hesitation.

After a slight limping sound was heard.

Kuung.

The office door closed again and the son-in-law was plunged into silence.

“ha…….”

Cantares let out a huge sigh and wiped his face.

My head was so complicated that I thought it would explode.

And a few hours later.

Cantares was able to hear reports that Arendt was seriously ill.