Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 91

‘Is Rebecca already on their side?’Even though he was out of breath, Arendt did not stop running.

This was another unexpected situation.

Of course, he did keep in mind the possibility that she might have already joined the Sword of the Broken Heart.

Who would have thought that Warren would mention the Frosty Touch at this point?

‘I thought it was just one of their sources of funding.’

Artifacts were information that only the core members of the group shared.

That increased the likelihood that she was a follower of the evil god, Chernion.

“How far do you plan on running away to?”

He thought he heard a cold voice behind him, and then a merciless attack came rushing in.

“…!”

Although he managed to block the blow by raising his sword, Arendt was forced to roll around on the floor in shame as a result.

Kwaaang!

As Warren’s sword slammed into the wall, it was as if an explosion had occurred, sending debris flying in all directions and raising a cloud of dust.

Arendt barely managed to raise his upper body.

“Ah…”

His whole body ached.

It felt like all his energy was drained after just a few clashes.

“There is nowhere to run anymore.”

As he said, the two of them soon reached a dead end.

It would have been nice if there had been even a little moonlight, but today the night sky was pitch black. When he turned around, he saw Warren slowly approaching him, not showing any sign of fatigue.

It was like a wild beast chasing its prey that had been driven to a place where there was no escape.

Arendt, who was about to click his tongue and take a step back, realized that his back was blocked by a wall.

He could have jumped over the wall and escaped, but at this distance, the moment he looked back, Warren would rush in and tear him to pieces.

Arendt gripped his sword tightly, then quickly released the strength from his body.

“…Have you given up?”

“No, that can’t be true.”

As soon as that brief reply fell, Warren sensed an enemy rushing from behind him.

“This son of a bitch is for real!”

The next moment, a sword suddenly shot out from behind and tore at the hem of Warren’s robe. Warren hesitated for a moment, but soon came to his senses and responded calmly.

Kaaaaang!

Arthur, who had deflected Warren’s attack, stood in front of Arendt. Warren seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment at the sudden intrusion of a new person.

Arthur continued to curse even as he glared at Warren.

“Are you really that crazy because you want to die? Is this what you were asking for when you asked for my cooperation?”

“Just in case. It would be nice to have a chance to pay off debt.”

Arendt, who responded to his senior who started swearing at him as soon as he saw him, roughly wiped the blood from his burst lip.

The request he left for Arthur before he left was nothing special. He asked him to hang around the area if he didn’t return after the sun went down.

“Anyway, let’s argue later. Who is that guy?”

“An assassin sent by Rebecca.”

“Is there a way to deal with him?”

Arendt chuckled at Arthur’s question, which seemed like a natural thing to ask.

“Of course.”

“Hah, you little bastard with a dark heart.”

Warren glanced at the torn hem, then took off the robe and threw it away.

Warren’s massive frame was fully revealed under the pale moonlight. His blue eyes filled with quiet anger and his unusually dark facial features gave him a beast-like aura.

“What? Weren’t you from the Empire?”

“Be careful, he’s not human.”

Arendt gave a short warning at Arthur’s surprised voice.

Warren responded with a low growl.

“A shallow move.”

He threw down his sword and ran straight towards the two people.

Arthur clicked his tongue and raised his sword to block his attack.

Chae-ang!

The long, extended claws clashed with the sword, releasing an eerie aura. A beastly growl came from the protruding snout and his arms were covered with stiff beast hair.

Arthur was shocked for a moment and forgot the situation.

“Wolf?”

There was no other way to describe Warren’s current appearance than with his fiercely bared, beastly face, his upwards-pointed ears, and coarse fur covering his entire body.

Warren’s clawed arm shot up into the air and cut through the air as if it were going to tear Arthur apart. However, the cold that hit his back forced him to abruptly change direction mid-strike.

Kwaaang!

A thick leather-covered arm blocked the frost-encrusted sword.

Warren’s face twisted as one of his forearms froze in an instant. But his confusion was short-lived; he tensed up his body, shook Arthur off, and swung his fist, striking Arendt with it.

Arendt, who was hit head-on, had no choice but to roll around on the floor.

Just as Warren was rushing towards Arendt’s throat, Arthur moved a step ahead and blocked his way.

Chae-ae-aeng!

The claws and sword collided head-on, sending sparks flying.

Arthur groaned involuntarily at the power that surpassed his imagination.

He was somehow holding on, but soon his arms started shaking.

As soon as Arthur gritted his teeth and slashed the enemy’s sword away, Arendt stepped in as if taking his place and swung his sword. However, that attack was also blocked with a ridiculously simple slash.

The fight continued for a long time.

When Arthur was pushed out, Arendt would fill the spot, and when Arendt dropped out, Arthur would step forward again.

As time went by, Warren became more and more anxious. The return time that Rebecca had set for him was approaching.

“Damn it, don’t bother me!”

Finally, he let out a long roar and threw Arthur down.

While Arthur fell to the floor and couldn’t come to his senses, Warren rushed towards the defenseless Arendt.

‘Okay.’

Arendt also no longer avoided it and kicked the ground at Warren.

The claws filled with thick darkness dug deep into Arendt’s shoulder. At the same time, Arendt completely let go of the sword, grabbed Warren’s thick neck, and pulled up his magical power with all his might.

Flash!

A flash of pure white light burst out with the sound of electric crackling, and the pitiful screams of the beast tore through the night sky.

“Wake up!”

Arthur, who had unconsciously closed his eyes due to the sudden light, raised his head again, but the situation was already over.

Arendt, standing precariously, was slowly catching his breath in front of a huge wolf lying limp on the ground. A blanket of pure white frost was sitting nearby, as if winter had come.

The blood pouring out from his severely torn shoulder froze as soon as it hit the ground.

Arthur, who had been watching the scene blankly, suddenly came to his senses and approached him.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m not okay. I almost died, really.”

Arendt grumbled with a pale face and then sat down on the icy floor.

As Arthur approached him, a chill that was out of season hit him. The scene of the fight was covered in cold ice.

The wolf was completely frozen, as if it had been dug out of a bitter winter mountain.

Arthur asked with disgust as he saw the white frost on the wolf’s stiff fur.

“Is he dead?”

“No, but his body temperature suddenly dropped, so he’s probably in a corpse-like state…”

Arendt answered, taking a slow breath.

“What was that just now? That light.”

“It’s a barrier. It’s a very strong anti-demon barrier, so it can temporarily incapacitate foreign races.”

If he hadn’t received the bracelet from Count Stadler today, he would have been torn to pieces.

As soon as the barrier was activated, Warren revealed his most vulnerable form, that of his true self. Arendt took advantage of this gap and used the Frosty Touch to completely freeze him.

“Is he a werewolf? But aren’t werewolves supposed to stay in their territory? Why is he claiming to be Rebecca’s dog?”

“Well, we’ll have to ask him that.”

When Arendt reached out his hand, Arthur grabbed it and helped him up. Arthur clicked his tongue as he watched him stagger but somehow regain his balance.

“Can you walk?”

“Why? If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you.”

“I can see you’re okay, judging by the way you’re speaking.”

Arthur snapped angrily and ruffled his hair.

“Let’s go back for now. You explain it clearly to the captain.”

Instead of answering, Arendt just shrugged his healthy shoulder.

Naturally, the dormitory was turned upside down when the two returned in a state of disarray, even dragging a giant wolf with them.

“He’s a werewolf. If we leave him like this, he’ll die. Throw him in some warm water.”

Moreover, one of Arendt’s arms was hanging limply as if it was about to break off while he was talking like this, so the knights were left speechless.

After Warren was dragged out by the knights, Arendt and Arthur were also taken to Laius’ office.

“What on earth did you do to come back like this?”

It was late at night and it was impossible to call a healer or priest. This time, Richt, who had taken on the task of first aid, nervously wrapped the bandage.

“Ouch, it hurts!”

“Oh, so you know it hurts? You know?”

Arthur, who was covered in bandages here and there, screamed.

“How can you act like you have multiple lives? What would you have done if I hadn’t gone out?”

“That’s why I asked you to come out. If you hadn’t come out, I would have resented my senior and become a ghost, right? Or, joining them is also a way. If they give me more than the apprentice knight’s salary…”

Arendt, who had been grumbling, finally became quiet after being hit in the back of the head by Richt.

Laius, who was looking at his squabbling subordinates with a worried look, let out a short sigh.

“Make sure you get proper treatment as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. So, he’s an assassin sent by Rebecca?”

“Yes. Should I call them assassins? Or should I call them afterthought agents? …In any case, that guy is the one who is the assassin group that the managers all spoke about.”

Arthur frowned as Arendt responded bluntly.

“So, why is this guy under someone named Rebecca?”

“How would I know that? If we interrogate or torture him, we’ll find out.”

“Arendt.”

When it appeared that the two were about to start arguing again, Laius quickly intervened.

“Did you expect a werewolf attack?”

“No way.”

Arendt, who was trying to shrug his shoulders out of habit, screamed silently at the pain he had momentarily forgotten.

Pitiful looks poured out on him as he wrapped his arms around himself and trembled.

“That idiot.”

“…I kind of expected that I would be attacked in some way.”

Arendt glanced at Arthur, who was mumbling softly, and barely managed to continue speaking.

“It’s true that I deliberately wandered around here and there because I thought I could get some information if I caught the guy who attacked me, but I never thought a monster like that would come.”

“What about that barrier thing from earlier?”

“Recently, during a conversation with His Highness the Crown Prince, the issue of different races became a hot topic. I just asked Count Stadler to produce it as a test.”

Arendt, who answered Arthur’s question without hesitation, frowned as he looked at the three people looking at him.

“What’s with that look? Are you unhappy?”

“What do you think?”

Arthur took the lead on behalf of his senior and the captain.

It was only natural that they would look at him with a puzzled look. Even if he thought about it, the excuse he had just given was full of loopholes.

Arendt changed the subject before he could speak any further.

“By the way, I found out some pretty good information while fighting.”

“…What?”

Even though he knew his true intentions, Laius had no choice but to go along with him.

“That woman, Rebecca, seems to be in league with those guys.”

“Those guys?”

“The Sword of the Broken Heart.”

The faces of the three people hardened at Arendt’s short response.

“What the hell…”

Arthur’s words seemed to represent the feelings of the captain and Richt.