Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 99

It was the time when the evening dusk had completely settled.As the cool air melted into the thick darkness, only the ominous sound of wild animals howling was scattered.

The mercenaries, holding their weapons tightly with a suffocating fighting spirit, glared into the darkness with frosty eyes.

Mistakes would not be tolerated.

Those who enjoyed everything in the brightest place in the world were the slivers of light that persecuted those trapped in darkness.

An opportunity like this would never come again.

Finally, across the night sky, the unfamiliar sound of hooves rushing forward at a rapid pace began to emerge.

As the torches rose high, ready to burn the enemies, and the shadows of the enemies finally filled both eyes, someone shouted in a loud voice.

“It’s the enemy!”

That was the signal.

Laius, Arthur, and Richt also checked the enemies positioned in front, but they did not slow down their running speed at all.

Sharp spears were aimed straight at the charging knights.

Just before being pierced by the tips of the spears, the knights kicked their horses and jumped up.

Hehehee!

The horses let out a long neigh and galloped off in the wrong direction, and the knights landed right in the middle of the enemy lines.

Swords were smoothly drawn, reflecting the torchlight and flashing… Laius shouted lowly.

“Break through!”

“Yes!”

The order was enough. Before the mercenaries could prepare themselves, the three kicked the ground and engaged the enemy.

“It’s them!”

“Stop them! Stop them!”

The mercenaries rushed to the defense, but it was already too late. Arthur was the first to rush forward and cut off the neck of the enemy blocking his way with a single slash.

“…!”

Before the lifeless mercenary’s body could even collapse to the ground, Arthur charged straight toward his next target.

Taking advantage of the breach in the sturdy siege net, Richt also began to move.

The honest knight cut down all those who were distracted by Arthur, stepped on the corpses, and fiercely attacked the enemies.

After countless dead mercenary bodies rolled across the floor, only then did one finally manage to block Richt’s path.

Kaaaaang!

The sound of swords clashing with each other tore through the sky.

As soon as Richt’s movements stopped for a moment, the remaining mercenaries rushed in.

But.

Phew.

Arthur’s sword pierced the heart of a mercenary who had raised his sword to aim at Richt.

“How dare you.”

Blood spurted everywhere as the sword was mercilessly pulled out.

Arthur twisted his body to avoid the attack and used the recoil to strike the next enemy’s neck.

“Kwaaah!”

Meanwhile, Richt shouted as he easily cut down the mercenary blocking his way.

“Captain, you go ahead! I’ll follow.”

“Yes.”

Laius ran along the path that Arthur and Richt had opened, kicking the ground.

Mercenaries with long spears came out fight, but they were no match for them.

As soon as Laius’ sword flashed, the sharp spear tips were cut off. As the mercenaries, who had lost their weapons in an instant, blinked in a daze, a merciless sword strike tore through their necks.

They didn’t even have time to feel the pain.

The mercenaries fell to the floor with shocked expressions, bleeding profusely.

With Laius in the lead, and Richt and Arthur on either side, the three of them continued to cut down the enemies. Despite facing overwhelming numbers, they pushed back the enemies with their absolute strength.

The previous eerie silence was soon filled with screams, shouts, and clashing weapons that quickly turned into a battlefield, and Blake watched it all from the highest point of the castle.

“…As expected, he lives up to his reputation.”

Although the tone was still emotionless, the exclamation contained within was genuine.

The majesty of the three men seen from above was amazing. With such a small number of people, they were able to take control of the battlefield in an instant.

Although Richt and Arthur were strong, Laius’ performance was amazing.

By breaking through the gaps created by the two people, he was able to cut down several enemies at once, thus reducing the burden on them.

They moved in unison as if they were one body, advancing straight ahead like fired shells.

The destination, of course, was the castle where Arendt was.

“That’s really amazing.”

“That’s right, I told you to prepare only the strong ones. You can’t deal with them with a bunch of idiots.”

Blake turned his head at the sound of a cold voice coming from not far away. The apprentice knight, who had responded dryly to Warren’s short groan-like exclamation, was watching the situation below indifferently.

Nothing could be read from the bastard’s expressionless face.

‘I can’t read that guy.’

It was a calmness that did not suit the young man.

Blake ran his fingertips down his mask.

Even though he was openly revealing his intentions to kill, Arendt should have looked a little nervous, but he didn’t seem to be afraid at all.

It was the same now.

Arendt was not shaken at all by the sight of his comrades facing numerous enemies.

‘Does he really not have even a shred of dignity…’

If not, was it evidence of trust that they wouldn’t be defeated by an enemy of that level?

It was understandable why Rebecca, who loved unusual things, would be so greedy, but Rebecca also seemed to have a vague sense that if she swallowed it rashly, it might become poison.

So instead of monopolizing him, she asked the church for help.

It was the right decision.

It wouldn’t be hard to kill that little brat, but honestly, it would be a waste to do so, but it was also too dangerous to keep him.

Arendt von Eckhart had been a figure of recent interest in the cult.

He appeared out of nowhere, disguised himself as a robber and stormed into the East Safe, neutralizing all the cult fighters stationed there and even stole the Frosty Touch.

Blake knew that the imperial family had caught up with them due to a mistake made by the lower-ranking officials at the time, but they decided it wasn’t that big of a deal.

‘There was a report that a useful connection was made to the imperial family at the time.’

That connection was that apprentice knight.

If they had a connection with the Imperial Knights, it would be of some help to the sect, so the church also started investigating…

But it soon became clear that he was a useless card.

When Arendt first joined, he was called a genius and they had high expectations, but now he had been reduced to being treated as a troublemaker who was difficult to deal with.

They thought it would be nice to be able to extract a few pieces of information from him, but soon after, they lost interest when they heard that Arendt’s betrayal had been discovered and he had been arrested.

‘It definitely was like that…’

Was the messy image of the past a lie?

After being imprisoned and then pardoned, the young knight soon became known as the Crown Prince’s confidant.

Where did he get the information about the artifact, how did he find out about the plan to raid the East Safe, and how did he fall to the bottom and get back up?

Everything was a mystery.

‘So Vincent considered him a traitor to the church.’

But that wasn’t certain either.

Above all, the artifact information was advanced information that was only shared within the ‘Sword of the Broken Heart’. If such a key force had betrayed them, there was no way the higher-ups wouldn’t have noticed…

“What is God?”

Then, Arendt’s voice came again and woke him from his thoughts.

“What on earth is God that makes them do this? Is he so important that he’s worth risking their lives for?”

“…”

It was a face that showed that he really didn’t understand.

His gaze was not on the knights, but on the mercenaries who were dying in the blink of an eye.

“You wouldn’t know, living comfortably like a pig under the light.”

“Uh, I don’t know.”

But the words that came back were cold.

“Yeah, well. There may be things more important than survival, but it’s funny that those who did bad things to survive now want to give up their lives for God.”

“…”

“He had no choice but to hurt people in order to survive, but he was branded a social outcast and a villain, and he felt so wronged. That’s why he said he was grateful to God for protecting him.”

It was a story he heard while drinking tasteless alcohol with mercenaries.

“In the end, what that means is that everything they’ve done so far was for survival, so it’s okay, but if the result is death, isn’t it meaningless?”

At that moment, a person appeared in front of Arthur.

He was dressed differently from the mercenaries around him.

Richt also stopped, having been blocked by someone.

Blake’s men were sent in with the intention of separating the three men who had dug into the middle of the enemy lines.

As expected, unlike the rabble, they succeeded in catching Arthur and Richt by their ankles as they advanced without hesitation.

The nature of the battle had changed slightly.

When the two began to struggle against the unexpected enemies, Laius also hesitated, but soon left the two behind and began to advance again.

It was just as Arendt said.

Blake, who had been silently watching the scene, opened his mouth again.

“It’s not a dog’s death. It’s martyrdom. They’re repenting their foolishness and finally using their trashy lives for something valuable.”

“You think that looks valuable? You have no aesthetic sense.”

Arendt gave a short laugh.

“To put it more bluntly, you want to sacrifice those lives that were easily swayed by sweet talk to bring down the guy above.”

“…That’s not wrong either.”

Blake paused for a moment and then agreed.

“The reason the beings of this land follow the God of Light is because he won the war in the past. In the end, it is the law of the world that only the name of the victor remains.”

In the end, just as the one who survived until the end was praised as a hero, it was said that the god who won the struggle for power came to rule this world with justice.

“The loser waits in the shadows for his revenge. Just as the sun does not always shine, a great ruler will eventually be stabbed in the back, and a new order will be established on this land.”

“I agree with the saying that in the end, the one who wins becomes the one who does justice.”

Arendt burst into laughter.

“Whether it’s the God of Light or the God of Evil, who’s right? What matters in the end is which one survives.”

It was the perfect line to say in the palace and get immediately buried alive for blasphemy.

While they were having a useless conversation, the distance between Laius and the other two had grown considerably.

While everyone was struggling, Laius quickly approached and was soon within striking distance of the castle.

“Damn, what the… Kaaaah!”

A scream was heard from the enemy who was cut by Laius’ sword.

Someone dropped a torch and it spread, igniting a fire, and the smell of blood and acrid smoke filled his nostrils.

“So I’m going to side with the winning side. That way I can run wild.”

If only he could secure his own safety, he could betray the Knights’, and even join hands with rebel forces that sought to bring about karma in an already stable world.

Those words, which were terribly irreverent and selfish, were consistent with his actions up to that point.

Blake’s face was slightly distorted behind the mask.

“You are truly ugly.”

“I know.”

He didn’t care about the crude criticism. ‘Arendt’ was originally dirty, lethal, and ugly.

“But that’s not it, Pervert Mask Number Two.”

“…What?”

When Arendt finally said out loud the name he had only called Blake in his mind, Blake was a beat late in responding. For a moment, Blake doubted his ears.

Arendt looked him straight in the eye and smiled cheerfully.

“The protagonist usually wins in these kinds of situations.”

That was the rule in the classic good triumphs over evil story.

As long as he lived, this story could never be a tragedy.