Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 295: Pray, I will be here.

Time, which had stopped for a moment, began to move again.At the same time, the world was blessed with an unprecedented light.

Luce, impressed by the hero’s earnest heart, granted his wish.

Regardless of the circumstances behind the scenes, the world would remember this day as such.

“Captain!”

Arthur’s piercing scream brought Laius back to reality.

The fantastic sight he had just seen disappeared without a trace, and the smell of blood stung his nose once again.

The unpleasant sound of swords clashing against swords could also be heard from afar.

“Wake up, Captain!”

Arthur’s voice was followed by Richt’s shout, which was rarely heard.

“…!”

Only then was Laius able to perceive the situation before his eyes.

Arthur and Richt were blocking Roger’s sword that was slashing straight at him.

Arthur turned to face him with a disheveled expression, shouting angrily.

“Captain, please…! Dodge, I’m begging you!”

Only then did Laius realize that he was crying.

Richt also had a miserable face.

Their sorrow was no different.

But they took up their swords again, saying they would save the foolish captain who had lost his mind.

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Laius gritted his teeth.

The hand that had been tightly wrapping around Arendt’s shoulder loosened its grip.

It was not yet time to back down.

After carefully laying Arendt down, Laius staggered to his feet.

Eyes filled with hatred glared straight at Roger.

“You, by all means, with my own hands.”

Behind Laius’ back, God Luce smiled benevolently.

The Holy Sword, prepared as if it were a gift for him, was also quietly waiting for him.

“I will kill you with my own hands.”

With a voice full of resentment, as if it were a signal.

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The holy sword that had been firmly embedded was loosely pulled out.

Laius reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword as if it was the most natural thing to do.

As soon as it was touched by its new master, a divine light began to emanate from the sword.

“What…?”

Richt and Arthur forgot about the standoff and made a dumb sound.

It was the same for Roger.

His mouth widened beneath the broken mask.

The divine power that burst out from the Holy Sword engulfed the altar where the sword was stuck, Arendt who was lying right next to it, and Laius all at once.

And after a long time, when the light died down, the Holy Sword that looked like an old relic disappeared without a trace.

Instead, in Laius’s hand was a sword that was as shiny as if it had just been forged by a master craftsman.

“…”

That wasn’t all.

His injury, which was so serious that his bone was exposed, quickly healed, and a divine light settled in his bright blue eyes.

Laius, holding a sword imbued with divine power, looked more like a hero than anyone else.

Roger muttered.

“The Holy Sword…”

Taking advantage of his loosened vigilance, Laius moved like a flash of lightning.

Pushing Arthur and Richt back, Laius swung the Holy Sword without giving Roger a chance to defend himself.

“…!”

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Roger’s arm, holding the sword, was cut off.

Only after his severed arm fell to the floor did Roger’s eyes widen.

Blood gushed from his severed shoulder.

The bright blue eyes that had come so close radiated a ghostly energy.

“I will never kill you kindly.”

“…!”

Roger, noticing the presence of the sword falling above his head, quickly threw himself aside.

!

The Holy Sword struck the floor, cutting deep into the marble.

If he had acted even a little bit later, it would have definitely resulted in his other arm being cut off as well.

‘This isn’t a hero…’

Roger was dumbfounded as he watched Laius sheathe his sword and turn towards him.

‘Wouldn’t it be more fitting to call him a berserker?’

The intent behind the deliberate attack that avoided his vital points was also evident.

Laius intended to cut off all of Roger’s limbs while leaving him alive.

Alarm bells began to ring in Roger’s head as he controlled his pain with divine power.

‘I have to run away.’

Now that the Holy Sword had awakened, he must never die here.

The Chernion Cult needed at least one more means to counter the Holy Sword.

Roger held the rosary tightly with his remaining arm.

But Laius did not give him any opportunity.

He approached Roger with brisk strides and attacked him without mercy.

“…!”

!

A thick cloud of dust rose up with a loud noise.

The floor of the storage room was destroyed without a single spot intact.

Roger was seen sprawled in a corner, his whole body practically crushed.

He was lying there completely unconscious, but it seemed like he was still breathing.

‘Not yet.’

Laius had no awareness that he was not normal.

In his cold, sunken mind, only resentment and anger remained.

Now, with the intention of completely killing him, Laius slowly approached Roger.

The Holy Sword was imbued with both his sword energy and divine power.

He needed no mercy.

All Laius wanted was for Roger to somehow end up in hell and suffer there forever.

Roger still didn’t move.

Laius slowly raised his sword.

The Holy Sword was imbued with deep divine power.

There was no emotion in his bright blue eyes.

His blue hair was matted with Arendt’s and Roger’s blood.

Without saying a word, with a gloomy, shadowed face, Laius stabbed his sword straight at Roger.

!

A strong force deflected Laius’ sword.

“…!”

The moment Laius’ eyes widened, a bright light suddenly swept across the area, obscuring his vision.

A few seconds later, when the light had subsided, Roger was no longer in sight.

In an instant, all that remained was a thick pool of Roger’s blood in the ruined surroundings.

Someone had teleported Roger away.

“This…”

Laius bit his lips, unable to suppress the anger that was rising up.

At that moment, an urgent shout was heard from behind him.

“Captain! Captain!”

It was Arthur.

When Laius looked back, he saw Arthur holding Arendt’s head tightly in his arms.

Beside him, Richt was also holding one of Arendt’s hands.

It seemed like they moved reflexively to protect Arendt from the successive attacks.

Arthur, locking eyes with the captain, cried out impulsively.

“He’s alive, he’s alive!”

The strength drained from Laius’ tight grip on his sword.

“…What?”

A bewildered voice flowed out.

Arthur, his face a mess of tears, clung to Arendt even tighter, letting out a wail.

“He’s alive, this kid! He’s still alive!”

“I don’t know what happened, but…”

Richt also opened his mouth with a puzzled expression.

Arthur wasn’t just holding his hand; he was feeling his pulse.

“His breathing has returned. We need to move him as quickly as possible.”

Although he was trying to remain calm, Richt’s hands were shaking slightly.

“We must go to the High Priest immediately. She may be able to save Arendt!”

Eventually, a note of urgency began to emerge from Richt’s voice.

Only by moving quickly would Arendt have a slight chance of survival.

“Alive…”

The strength left Laius’ hands.

“Alive?”

As if in disbelief, Laius absentmindedly repeated what his subordinates had said.

His face that had been steeped in hatred and resentment went slack.

Laius, who had barely managed to secure his sword, which he almost dropped, to his waist, ran straight towards them.

Right now, things like the Holy Sword weren’t important at all.

Roger, who had slipped away, was no longer of any concern.

Laius sat down next to Arendt and felt his pulse.

“…!”

His heart that had clearly stopped was starting to beat again, albeit faintly.

As if afraid to lose the faint traces of life he had barely found, he repeatedly grasped and released Arendt’s wrist.

Laius, struggling to find the words and moving his lips soundlessly, finally managed to cry out.

“…Report to the palace! As soon as possible!”

The voice that burst out was filled with impatience.

Arthur and Richt ran outside without even responding.

The night, which had seemed endlessly long, was slowly giving way to dawn.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake.”

The god sitting in the empty theater burst into laughter.

Although it was a little against his will, he didn’t feel too bad because he thought he would have something fun to watch for the time being.

“Even madness has its limits. He’s not a dragon, but a human… how can he have so much nerve?”

Luce, who had been playing with his golden, splendid hair with his pale fingertips, quietly closed his eyes.

The small theater was plunged into silence.

After a while, Luce spoke.

“…Be quiet, Nereid. Breaking the rules. Where does that even apply? This place belongs to me.”

Luce, who answered to someone neither seen or heard, remained silent for a while before frowning slightly.

“…What are you trying to say? I’ve never ruined anything.”

And then, silence once more.

After a while, Luce slowly opened his eyes again.

“Don’t be presumptuous.”

“…”

The other person did not answer.

Only then did Luce nod his head in satisfaction.

“I think it would be better to just watch like usual. It’s become fun. Isn’t this the first time you’ve seen someone so arrogant?”

If he didn’t recognize the existence of God, it would be different, but it was amazing that he could act the same way even when he met him face to face.

“Should I say that this is truly a great will…”

A young soul with a venomous smile came to mind.

It was not difficult to read the inside story.

Chosen by the script to play the role of Arendt, he chose the role of ‘apprentice knight Arendt’ again at the opportunity given to him.

Arendt realized that Laius had no chance left.

The ending of Laius being abandoned by Luce was obvious.

If he continued to pursue his own will alone and uprightly, he would meet a miserable end.

If the next hero was chosen, the Laius’ demise was inevitable.

Because there couldn’t be two heroes in one era.

‘Laius is definitely the hero I chose, but…’

Now that he made a bet with a small being for fun, could he say that Laius was chosen by him?

Ultimately, it was Arendt who chose Laius as the hero.

Luce decided to admit it without hesitation.

His pride was a bit hurt, but it wasn’t that important.

‘Anyway, everything that exists on this earth is mine.’

As long as Laius was still praying to Luce, Laius could not help but belong to him.

Right now, he was just curious about how that little being, full of venom and spite but also so affectionate that it seemed helpless, would move forward.

On the one hand, he looked forward to the day when the arrogant child who didn’t even know his place would kneel down and beg him.

Luce smiled faintly and rested his chin on his hand.

“Pray anytime. I will be here.”

For the time being, Luce decided to stay in this small theater that the funny creature had built and enjoy watching the play he was going to put on.