Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 101

‘If I act carelessly, I’ll really die.’Arthur looked straight ahead, wiping the blood that had splattered on his face.

At some point, a man who had rushed into the battlefield and blocked his path came into view.

From the moment he stood upright, there was no sense of weakness at all. His demeanor was different from that of the rabble around him.

It was an opponent that was difficult to guarantee victory even if he fought him one-on-one. On top of that, with so many mercenaries to keep in check, Arthur felt like his mental strength was being worn down every moment.

The man clicked his tongue, perhaps noticing that Arthur was starting to feel tired.

“You’re suffering because you met the wrong owner.”

There was a blatant pity in his hard tone.

Arthur sneered, even as he took a deep breath.

“Is that a self-introduction?”

“For a knight of the palace, you sure do have a foul mouth.”

“You can say something like that because you’ve never seen a truly foul-mouthed young master.”

He felt uneasy because he was just talking nonsense, but somehow he ended up saying something like Arendt.

But Arthur wasn’t given much time to indulge in useless sentimentality.

Arthur knocked away the sword flying from the side and cut off the mercenary’s head with a single stroke.

Even though their comrades were instantly killed and fell, the mercenaries paid no attention and continued to push forward, stepping on the corpses.

It seemed as though Laius had already advanced to the vicinity of the castle, and it was impossible to see how far Richt had been driven.

‘Shit.’

Arthur, who had his sword hilt firmly in his hand, raised his sword aura and cut down the mercenaries rushing towards him all at once, then kicked the ground at the enemy who had been arguing with him.

Chae-ae-aeng!

Once again, the two swords clashed fiercely.

Arthur, who had been thrown back, used the recoil to push his enemy back even harder.

They exchanged several blows.

Arthur, who had been focusing on the enemy in front of him, instinctively felt a threat and quickly lowered his head. A spear suddenly popped out from behind and passed by his cheek.

Taking advantage of the gap in posture, another attack came from the front.

“I can’t do this, really!”

Eventually, harsh words came out.

Arthur, who had cut off the tip of the spear, ducked his head to avoid the attack, then blocked the sword that was coming at him again.

Kaaaaang!

Swords clashed with swords, and the harsh sound of metal tore through the air. The two people began a power struggle and used force to push the other back.

Although their skills were equal, Arthur was naturally at a disadvantage as he was fighting against numerous enemies. Eventually, Arthur began to fall back one step, then two.

He clenched his teeth and held on, but it was all he could do.

A calm voice came from the opponent.

“You’ve done well, so just give up. No one will blame you.”

“…”

Arthur did not answer.

“I believe that young lives are precious. It is impossible to attack this castle with just three people.”

Even as the voice that seemed to soothe a child continued, the swords made an unpleasant screeching sound as they clashed.

“I know your leader’s strength well, but it won’t be easy to fight against our captain.”

“…”

“The courage to run all the way here, knowing it was a trap to save an apprentice knight, is worthy of respect, but what separates courage from recklessness is the result of one’s actions.”

The knights’ actions now were nothing more than recklessness.

“If you surrender, I will do my best to save your life.” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelhall.com

“Let me just say one thing.”

But what came out of Arthur’s mouth was neither words of surrender nor a curse, but a cold sneer.

“Who said there were three of us?”

“…What?”

For a moment, as if the opponent didn’t understand what he was saying, he gave a blank reply.

Arthur twisted the corners of his mouth without suppressing the strange pleasure, relaxed his body, and parried the enemy’s sword to the side.

Of course, the enemy, who was not easy to defeat, quickly regained his composure and followed Arthur’s movements with his eyes… but at the next moment:

Phew.

A sword flying from an unexpected direction pierced his heart.

“…!”

Life drained from his astonished face in an instant.

The enemy who had been fighting Arthur fell to his death in an instant. The mercenaries around him were also bewildered by the sudden situation.

“What, what?!”

“Where did it fly in from?”

The one who knocked the man down was a woman wearing a shabby robe.

“Sir Arthur, am I too late?”

“You came at just the right time. Thank you, Captain Diana.”

Diana chuckled, shaking off her bloody sword, and Arthur smiled back.

At the same time, screams erupted from different directions.

“Ahh!”

“What the hell, what are these guys?”

It was the knights who had been hiding with her who took action.

Helen threw off her shabby robe, drew her sword, and shouted.

“Subdue the villains!”

“Don’t let a single one escape!”

They were a group of mercenaries who were struggling when even handling just one person.

There was no way they could properly deal with the knights who suddenly showed their presence among their colleagues.

Diana let out a short sigh as she watched her subordinates fiercely attack the mercenaries.

“I don’t like this method… but there’s no way around it. Thank you for your hard work, Sir Arthur.”

“No. I just did what I had to do.”

Perhaps the arrangements on Richt’s side have already begun.

Arthur glanced at the body lying at his feet.

“It’s not that I have a bad master, it’s that I have a bad junior that’s causing me trouble.”

Most of these audacious operations came from that fucking apprentice knight’s head.

It was a bit of a shame that the person who had to hear these words had already passed away.

It was clearly Arendt von Eckhart who drew his sword first. The werewolf seemed to have moved along impulsively in the sudden situation he had created.

Even if they were going to end up pointing their swords at each other, if they had just waited a little longer, Laius would have joined in and the situation would have been more advantageous.

If he thought about it logically, there would be no reason for them to start a fight so recklessly.

Common sense… yes, if it’s thought about with common sense.

But the sight he was seeing now was not something that could be explained by common sense.

Below the walls, the mercenaries were helpless against an unknown force that had suddenly appeared, and now in front of him was Laius de Winfried, slowly getting up from the ground.

Blood that had not yet dried dripped from the tip of the blade pulled out of its scabbard. It was proof that he had killed many enemies on his way here.

“Wow… you’re even climbing up the wall? Are you a monkey?”

Arendt’s weary voice penetrated Blake’s confused mind.

Laius also answered calmly.

“It was because the situation looked urgent.”

Only then did a series of events slowly begin to make sense.

The information that only three people came was wrong in the first place.

The reason Arendt von Eckhart picked a fight even though he knew it was impossible and constantly provoked others during battle was because he wanted to attract attention, so that the Imperial Knights would not be noticed as they infiltrated and joined the battle.

Blake’s lips twitched.

“That’s ridiculous.”

Even the cautious Rebecca had no doubt that only three people would come this way.

Even at this moment, the eyes watching the palace did not cease.

If there had been any sign of the Imperial Knights leaving the castle gates, Rebecca would have been the first to notice.

But how…

“Hey, pervert mask number two.”

As if he had guessed such thoughts, Arendt sat down on the floor and burst into laughter.

“How many people do you think pass through the palace gates each day?”

“What?”

“Managers, servants, maids, merchants commuting to and from work… there must be at least a hundred people a day.”

No matter how meticulous Rebecca was, it was impossible to identify each of them. It wasn’t that difficult to mix in the disguised knights and send them out of the palace.

He was hit hard.

They never expected that the knights directly under the imperial family would use such vulgar tactics as those used by thuggish mercenaries.

“Besides, since the person who ran out of the palace was ‘that’ Commander Laius, I don’t think anyone would have suspected anything. That’s just the kind of person he is.”

Such was the reputation of Laius that spread throughout the world. He was a man who would risk his life for his comrades, a knight among knights who did not spare his own life and did not tolerate injustice.

“Since they robbed the casino like that, Senior Arthur and Senior Richt’s faces would already be known.”

When those three people ran out of the palace and came running towards them, it was only natural that all eyes were drawn there.

“Of course, it’s not surprising you were skeptical about the royal family rescuing me. As Rebecca said, I’m not worth that much to them.”

The reason for this was also simple.

Because he was ‘Arendt von Eckhart’, the one and only rascal of the Imperial Knights.

Although he was currently on good terms with the Crown Prince, the notoriety he built up over the years could not disappear overnight.

Moreover, Arendt was too deep in enemy territory, so the option of abandoning him because saving him was too risky to do was certainly persuasive.

That’s why Rebecca also judged that Laius had acted on his own, but she never expected that the entire Imperial Knights would attack so quickly.

“Captain Kendrick went to that wolf’s hometown, so he must have already cleared out that area. I heard Rebecca ordered the village to be cleared out immediately if there were any police or palace personnel hanging around. Surely she had no idea that the herbalist climbing the mountain was a knight in disguise?”

It was also Arendt who suggested separating the knights and defeating the enemies individually.

Although the listener was clearly Rebecca at the time, it was actually a message addressed to the knights.

Arthur and Richt would wild and attract attention, and the knights who have mixed in the group would go on to destroy the mercenaries scattered on both sides.

Crack.

The sound of teeth grinding could clearly be heard from under the mask.

Blake, gripping his sword tightly, glared at Laius .

Laius also took a fighting stance and stared at Blake. He was ready to rush at Blake if he moved even a little.

Blake was completely fooled by that kid, both himself and Rebecca.

His body trembled with humiliation.

Veins protruded out from his hand that clenched his sword.

There was no way to turn the situation around.

The subordinates who had been fighting Arthur and Richt would have already died. The mercenaries could never defeat the knights, and the inside of the castle would have already been taken over.

‘Rebecca must have been caught too.’

It would be meaningless for him to defeat Laius and kill Arendt here and now.

Above all, if reinforcements joined their side, it would be Blake who would be at a disadvantage.

Arendt looked like he couldn’t fight anymore, but Warren and Laius still seemed to have plenty of strength. It would have been impossible for even him to defeat them in one breath.

His worry didn’t last long.

Blake, clutching his sword tightly, swung it at Arendt.

Warren and Laius flew forward without delay to block his path.

Kwaaaaang!

The sword strike that touched Laius’ sword exploded with a violent storm. The bricks on the floor crumbled and the wall, unable to withstand the impact, cracked and broke.

When Arendt, who had raised one arm to shield his face from the swirling gust of wind, raised his head again, Blake had spun around and was running in the other direction.

“Where are you going!”

Laius also responded and took a step in pursuit, but Arendt grabbed his sleeve.

“Don’t chase after him.”

“What?”

Laius, who looked back in confusion, soon came to his senses and quickly checked where Blake had been. However, he had already disappeared.

Only then did Arendt loosen his grip on Laius.

The captain, who was about to ask why he had been stopped, stopped when he saw his subordinate’s face and had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

It was because Arendt smiled bitterly as he stared at the spot where the enemy had disappeared.

“If he decides to run away, we can’t catch him. It was the same with Vincent.”

“…”

“And since they’re going to come back to fight us anyway, there’s no need to waste our energy. I can see how they’re going to move, so let’s not sweat too much in the middle of the night.”