Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 440: I cant believe a single word you say.

They ran desperately, following the young knight’s instructions not to look back. Occasionally, they heard buildings collapsing behind them or the knights shouting, but they tried to ignore them.

A final explosion was heard, and soon a hole was ripped through the wall. A young elf poked his head out from outside the castle.

“Come this way!”

“Hurry up!”

Soldiers also entered the building to help the prisoners.

“Come this way! Evacuate quickly!”

“I survived…!”

People who had regained hope erupted in cheers. Some even shed tears of relief.

The soldiers who had rushed in embraced the wounded, children, and the elderly, and began to run back out of the castle wall.

But the knights’ fight was not over yet.

Rita, who had roughly clashed with Arthur, suddenly disappeared.

Just as Arthur was about to check his surroundings in confusion, she suddenly appeared a few steps away.

She used teleport.

“What?”

With Arthur momentarily stunned, Rita surged forward toward the evacuating soldiers.

Arthur, who suddenly came to his senses, quickly chased after her.

“Damn it, seriously!”

Their swords clashed head-on, sending sparks flying. At the same time, a fierce sound brushed past Arthur’s ear.

Arthur furrowed his brow at the pain he felt throughout his arm.

He managed to stop Rita, but his bones were dislocated from taking the attack in an unstable position.

Rita also grimaced. Taking advantage of the brief gap Arthur made, the soldiers swarmed in, guiding the people to safety outside.

“Lady Jin!”

Jiklin shouted sharply at Rita.

“Don’t let them live! Kill everything you see!”

“All right.”

The attacks flying at Arthur became more ferocious. Arthur had no time to recover, and was forced to move quickly.hey were trying to evacuate Jin to another location before Laius could reach her.

“These fucking bastards…”

The knights were leisurely walking away, as if teasing her.

Now that Laius had come to provide support, there was no point in wasting any more time.

‘It would be better to retreat and reorganize.’

There was no other way. The castle itself might be taken away.

It was her complete defeat, as she failed to kill Arendt and also lost the prisoners.

But her pride wouldn’t allow her to back down like this.

“How dare that insolent brat…!”

With her anger spreading uncontrollably, the divine power of Lord Chernion within her began to stir.

Right now, there was only one thing Jiklin wanted.

Jiklin’s emotions were passed on to her creation, the homunculus.

The homunculus, who received the strong wish of its master, borrowed the power of the divine and performed a very small miracle.

Beneath the two eyes that had temporarily lost their function due to frost, a third pupil appeared.

“…!”

Jiklin’s eyes widened as she was the first to notice the change.

The homunculus, frozen in place, pinpointed its target: the apprentice knight who had been guarding the rear of the group even as they fled.

“Hah…”

As a cruel smile spread across Jiklin’s lips, a black beam aimed precisely at one person was fired.

She felt it intuitively.

No matter how fast you were, it would be impossible to avoid that attack.

This was a punishment from God Chernion.

“As expected, Lord Chernion didn’t abandon me!”

As the sound of laughter burst out, Arendt, who had just realized something strange, turned around.

The apprentice knight, who had been indifferent the whole time, was now visibly flustered.

The fact that that expression wasn’t acting or a mask excited Jiklin more than ever.

“Die!”

With a cry of joy, the black tendril pierced the apprentice knight’s head.

No, it would have pierced it. If only an obstacle hadn’t appeared just before it could achieve its goal.

Hot blood spurted onto his face, accompanied by the horrible sound of skin being pierced.

Arendt, who failed to grasp the situation, just blinked blankly for a while.

A face, distorted by pain, was right in front of him.

A hand firmly pressing on his shoulder, blood-stained blond hair, and the bluish eyes commonly seen in the Caerleon Empire came into view one after another.

It was Richt.

‘Ah.’

It was Richt who took the blow instead of Arendt, and who had pushed him away with all his might.

“Ugh…”

The black tendril that aimed for Arendt had pierced through Richt’s torso, who had volunteered to be a shield.

“Richt…”

Arendt, belatedly realizing the situation, tried to speak. But before he could, the two lost their balance and fell together, rolling across the dirt.

Arthur, who had already reached the castle wall, looked back in surprise at the sudden commotion.

“Senior! Arendt!”

Arendt, frozen stiff, sat there, blankly staring at Richt, who had fallen on top of him.

Despite blood gushing from his wound, Richt stubbornly lifted his torso.

And then he asked urgently, not caring at all about his own wound.

“Are you okay?”

If it were ‘Arendt’, he would surely have spat out at least one sharp remark by now..

But unlike his usual self, Arendt had difficulty delivering his lines.

His mind went completely blank from encountering a situation he had never once imagined before.

“…”

Arendt, frozen in place, just stared blankly at Richt.

“Damn it, damn it! Fucking hell! I was almost done, and you dare, you interfere?”

“Captain, this way! Senior! Are you alright?”

Jiklin’s curses and Arthur’s panicked cries sounded like they were coming from another world.

The only things that felt real now were the hot feeling of blood splattered on his face and hands and the pungent smell of blood that stung his nose.