Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 471

Arendt continued his explanation.“It can be cast using Lord Lexion’s stored magic power instead of the user’s own. Therefore, even His Majesty should be able to use it without difficulty.”

Honestly, even if he thought about it himself, it was an absurd request.

Because he asked for it to be made so that the user can cast teleportation magic without draining their magic power.

Because of this, Count Stadler had to pull out his hair for a while.

It goes without saying that Lexion, who was mobilized for research, had a hard time while searching and dealing with the continuous outbreak of ghoul summoning incidents.

Arendt continued his explanation.

“All four of them are set to His Majesty’s villa. Use them if the odds are against you. Ideally, use them immediately after you learn the enemy has crossed the palace gates.”

Arendt, who had spoken up to that point, looked at Cantares with a meaningful gaze.

“Do as you wish. It is Your Highness’ choice when to step down. But never forget who you are.”

“…”

“Regardless of whether we win or lose, we need someone to clean things up.”

It was a single meaningful sentence.

“While we’re on the subject, let me add one more thing.”

Cantares briefly raised his head and added briefly.

“I hope I don’t have to put your bodies in coffins with my own hands. Especially you.”

“What.”

Arendt tilted his head.

“I think it’ll be fine, since they’re all people who won’t die even if you kill them. And I still have a lot of work to do.”

His neatly tied hair flowed to one side, following his movements.

“Destroying the Chernion Cult bastards is just one step in the process, and my goal is to live longer than anyone else, so that’s fine.”

The way he responded indifferently seemed quite different from the guy who once said that he would be okay with dying someday.

Only then was Cantares able to accept the artifacts with some peace of mind.

“Okay. I’ll pass this on to His Majesty.”

“Alright. Then I’ll be leaving now.”

Arendt nodded briefly in goodbye and then stood up. Just as he was leaving the office, he suddenly looked back like he just remembered something.

“Oh, right. Please take care of the temple maintenance yourself. By the way, it’s not just one place. They’re be contacting the palace soon.”

“…What? Hey, wait a minute. You said it was just one place. You didn’t say it was multiple places!”

“Of course it was just one, but that one was yesterday’s. Do you know how many times I’ve been on assignment recently? Since this happened during a suppression operation, I’m not responsible.”

Arendt left with those nasty words and disappeared.

.

Cantares, who had been looking at the coldly closed door in bewilderment, quietly placed his hand on his forehead.

“…”

Jereon, after observing the situation for a moment, quietly left. He went to bring stomach medicine for the upset Cantares.

Instead of going straight back to the dormitory, Arendt went to the back of the main palace and headed to the quiet garden.

Not long after he started walking leisurely, he saw three young servants huddled together near a bench.

It was Seton, Enoch, and Rosie, whom Arendt had called out in advance.

“Oh, Sir Arendt!”

Seton, who was the first to sense his presence, raised his head with a bright smile.

“You don’t have to shout so loudly. I can hear you.”

“Thank you for your hard work on your assignment! I heard you went far away again this time.”

Rosie, who ran over first, spoke with sparkling eyes.

“Yeah. I thought I was going to die from exhaustion.”

Arendt gently stroked her head and approached Seton and Enoch. Enoch asked worriedly.

“Are you injured?”

“Of course not. By the way, I only called Seton…”

Three pairs of eyes shone brightly at Arendt.

“Why are all three of you here? Aren’t you working?”

“We heard that Sir Arendt has returned. We’ve all taken the time to come here because we wanted to see you. There’s no other reason.”

Enoch answered sheepishly.

“Was that rude?”

“No, it doesn’t matter. I was just going to ask you to run an errand. You all should go together.”

Arendt took three silver coins out of his pocket.

“I’ll pay you for the errand, so keep it a secret like always.”

“You don’t have to pay for this errand! And I’ll keep it a secret!”

Rosie spoke first, her voice bright. Enoch nodded vigorously.

“I can do as many errands as you want. I understand you’re busy, and I’m sure Sir Arendt has done so much for us…”

“You little kids, are you acting like adults now? Okay.”

The silver coins flew away, glittering in the sunlight.

“Split it equally between the three of you.”

“Hm?”

Enoch, who had caught it without thinking, also caught the leather pouch that flew towards him.

“Please deliver the item to someone outside the palace. Don’t open it. If possible, try to move without being noticed.”

“Yes? Yes… Thank you. Who should I pass this on to? The Neumann Merchant Group’s Headquarters?”

Arendt replied simply to Enoch.

“The Great Temple, to High Priest Lumiel.”

“…”

In an instant, the three kids’ eyes widened. Arendt looked at the three frozen children, asking if there was a problem.

After a long while, Seton stammered back.

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It was a well-known fact that the relationship between Arendt and the High Priest was at its worst.

“I know you guys heard me correctly, so don’t bother asking twice.”

“…”

“These guys, seriously. What in the world are they imagining?”

When Arendt frowned, the three people flinched and started to act different.

It was a movement that clearly showed what they were imagining.

“You guys thought there might be explosives or poison or something like that in there… If I didn’t like anything, I’d destroy it myself. Would I send little kids like you to do it?”

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s true too.”

“…”

Seton, who had been nodding without realizing it, was startled when he saw Arendt’s gaze and waved his hand hurriedly.

“Oh, no, that’s not it! There’s no way Sir Arendt would do that! We believe in you!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you punk.”

Arendt clicked his tongue as he pretended to hit Seton.

“Just run your errands properly. Report to me when you get back.”

“Hehehe. Okay. Okay, I understand.”

Seton nodded, smiling sheepishly. Enoch and Rosie also grinned playfully.

Arendt, having finished his business, turned around and returned to the dormitory.

The dormitory was quite quiet. Only a small number of people remained, as most of them were mobilized for ghoul subjugation work.

“I’m so tired, I could die.”

Muttered something to himself that no one could hear, Arendt returned to his room.

The desk was filled with reports and all sorts of mail that had piled up while he was away.

Arendt, having roughly stripped off his outerwear, immediately checked the correspondence. However, most of it was the same news he had been receiving.

The result was completely unsatisfactory.

‘Well, even a dragon can’t do anything about it.’

There was no point in being impatient.

It was true that everyone was doing their best.

Arendt roughly threw away the pessimistic letter and furrowed his brow.

‘The saintess…’

It was said that even if her body died, it returned to this world with her memories and ego intact. So even if they won the war right away, there was a good chance they would return someday.

‘Unless Chernion is completely destroyed, it will be inevitable.’

Arendt leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes slightly, a slight fatigue belatedly setting in.

Just at that moment, when he was about to fall into a deep sleep…

He had no choice but to open his eyes again at the sound of an urgent knock on the door.

“Sir Arendt! Sir Arendt, are you there?”

“…Hey, yes.”

After pressing his temples a few times, Arendt got up from his chair and flung the door open.

“What’s going on all of a sudden?”

The man standing in front of the gate was the captain of the security force in charge of security affairs in the imperial city.

His face turned pale at the sharp reaction.

“I’m sorry to disturb you while you’re resting! The only person I can ask for immediate backup is Sir Arendt…”

Arendt frowned, getting a strange feeling from the ominous word.

“Backup?”

At the moment, Laius was away, and the Second Knights were also dispatched nearby.

The remaining knights were so busy with their work that they had no time to breathe.

In that situation, the fact that he came directly to the dormitory where outsider entry was strictly prohibited meant that something unusual had happened.

“What is it?”

“There was a commotion in front of the Great Temple.”

Only then did the captain of the security force, who felt a little relieved, begin to report hurriedly.

“A commotion?”

“The security forces are currently attempting to suppress the situation, but the situation seems to be serious…”

Arendt banged his fist on the open door irritably. The captain, already tense, jumped back in surprise, and Arendt snapped angrily.

“Don’t beat around the bush, report clearly. Tell me what’s wrong and why you guys can’t sort it out.”

“They threw rocks and rotten eggs at the Great Temple… They showed no signs of retreating even when suppressed by force. Violence erupted among believers who attempted to directly punish them.”

The captain of the security force continued speaking quickly, though he was rambling.

“And the eyes of some of the people we arrested… I don’t know how to describe it, but they seemed utterly empty. So I wonder if the Chernion Cult might have intervened…”

Before answering. Arendt quickly looked up and down at the captain of the security force.

He was very nervous about what had happened in the Great Temple and had to ask Arendt, a notorious blasphemer, for help.

Even he seemed unsure whether he would respond to the request for assistance, as he was banned from entering the temple.

His breathing was natural, and his confusion didn’t seem like he was acting or being manipulated.

Arendt clicked his tongue once, picked up the sword he had put aside for a moment, and put his coat back on.

“Guide me.”

“Yes? Yes!”

He nodded, visibly relieved by Arendt’s concise response.

Arendt furrowed his brow as he followed him at a brisk pace.

A little while ago, he had sent the kids on an errand to the Great Temple. And now, it was time for their short break.

‘Because they are unnecessarily diligent guys.’

This meant that it was not entirely impossible that the servants were involved in the commotion.