Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 104: If you torture them to death, everything will be solved.

The reason why the deep darkness felt particularly suffocating was probably because of his own guilt.Blake, prostrating, couldn’t even bring himself to take a deep breath.

Well, he was a traitor who failed his mission and ran away.

He couldn’t make any excuses, and he didn’t want to in the first place. It was all his own fault.

The failure of this incident was decided when Rebecca did not kill Arendt immediately after he was captured, and when he himself accepted Rebecca’s decision without question when he went there in person after receiving a request for support.

Ultimately, Rebecca, her assets, and many of her followers were lost.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

A soft voice came from across the darkness.

Blake flattened himself even more.

“It was my fault.”

“No, it’s okay since you came back alive.”

The woman quietly comforted Blake. Only then was Blake able to slowly release the strength from his body.

She smiled slightly as she confirmed that his breathing had stabilized.

“By the way… that kid always flusters me. I never thought we’d get hit like this.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Blake nodded again.

The child, of course, was referring to Arendt von Eckhart, their enemy, who seemed to have suddenly fallen from the sky.

“How did you feel when you met him in person? I’ve always looked forward to that day. The day when we deal with Vincent’s enemies.”

“That young man…”

Blake hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to define him.

The voice urged Blake gently.

“Is…?”

“…He is a strategist. But I think that word is not enough.”

After a long time of choosing his words, Blake was able to come up with an answer.

“He seems to be good at placing his allies and himself in the right places. He is also good at deceiving others.”

And another thing that was on his mind.

Blake looked down.

Was it a coincidence? It was as if he was copying his movements exactly.

“He must be a tough guy, seeing as you’re talking like this. Well… Vincent and Rebecca are easily taken advantage of, so I guess it’s not worth mentioning.”

A voice that seemed to be lost in mild thought was heard from the other side of the darkness.

Vincent had a rather choleric side, so it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had fallen for the other person’s provocation.

But Rebecca was careful and prudent. She was a woman who handled everything flawlessly, except for her peculiar collecting habit.

That collecting habit was also a hobby that could not be noticed unless one observed it closely for several years.

Arendt von Eckhart immediately saw through her blackmail of Warren and exploited her weaknesses.

Not even by overtly seducing, but by inducing her to not let go of her self-doubts and yet still be unable to let go of her greed.

‘Since he had approached her openly, he would have caught Rebecca off guard.’

Moreover, he roasted and boiled Warren, who came to kill him, and made him his ally.

The reason the church had left Warren alone so far was because he has fulfilled his role as Rebecca’s servant and lover.

They had never doubted his loyalty. It was absurd that he, who had followed Rebecca without complaint until then, would change his mind in just a few hours.

What on earth happened in the palace?

Could this be explained simply by being good at strategy?

“Blake?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Blake reflexively lowered his head deeper at the sudden call.

“I’ve received a lot so far, so I’d like to send you a gift. Would you please accept it?”

“Yes, I would be happy to do so.”

He answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“I dedicate this one life to you, Chernion.”

“But still, cherish your life. You are our precious force.”

A soft hand passed over Blake’s head, stroking it gently.

‘What could it have been?’

Lying stretched out on the bed, Arendt meditated absentmindedly.

It’s been a few days since he returned to the palace.

While the Imperial Knights were busy dealing with the aftermath of the incident, he was preoccupied with one thing that was constantly bothering him.

The temple discovered in the basement of Rebecca’s castle, and the unidentified voice heard there.

None of the people present seemed to have heard it, but it was definitely not an auditory hallucination.

In fact, he wasn’t even sure if it was right to say that he ‘heard’ it. Rather than relying on his hearing to hear the voice, it seemed more correct to say that the voice dug directly into his head.

Arendt’s face rotted away as if he had chewed on something foul.

‘A being that is out of the flow.’

That was exactly right. He was a being who had been dragged here from another world.

‘Why am I here in the first place?’

It was the root of everything, but it was a question that has never been brought to the surface until now.

Actually, he didn’t have the luxury of doing that, but now that things turned out this way, he couldn’t help but be conscious of it.

Judging from the fact that he said he was out of the flow, it seems like Chernion had already noticed this. Furthermore, it was also caught that Chernion was the one who pretended to know first.

Anyone who looked at him now would think that he was on Luce’s side and was a fearless guy who was determined to destroy the evil cult.

If it is a trick of those gods or the evil god that he came here, then what on earth is their purpose…?

His thoughts drifted to that point, but he quickly shook his head vigorously to shake them away.

‘I don’t know what these kids want from me.’

Whether they are a director, a producer, a person in power, or even a god, it is a breach of manners to jump into a stage where the fun has already begun.

‘I’m going to make a bigger fuss than I’ve ever made before.’

So that things like them wouldn’t even dare to interfere with this stage.

Whether it’s Chernion or Luce, they’ll pop out on their own when they get frustrated.

The answer to the question of why he was here was something he would receive at that time.

And, the one who will be the first sacrifice has already been decided.

Arendt jumped up from his bed and stood before a map of the empire spread out on the table.

He locked himself in his room, saying that he was going to rest for a few days, and he marked the places where the incident in ‘The Blue Knight of the Holy Sword’ occurred as best he could by recalling them.

Arendt’s gaze fell on the place where Rebecca’s castle, which had been recently subjugated, was located.

‘Rebecca has already been dealt with.’

So, the things she got involved with in the novel were likely to appear in a different form in the future, or not happen at all.

Arendt picked up a pen and made a big X.

Blake’s involvement in this matter was unexpected, even for him.

The first time he appeared was in a completely different incident.

He revealed his presence by using the Frosty Touch to take over a city, burying it in snow, and causing countless civilians to die, but the Frosty Touch was already in Arendt’s palm, and Blake had another artifact.

‘This will also act as a variable.’

His golden eyes glanced around.

The areas where Vincent roamed around in the novel were also marked with signs.

Vincent had already been dragged off the stage, and his partner, Count Stadler, had now become a strong ally.

So, Vincent wouldn’t have any influence on the development of this story going forward… but there was still one thing that bothered Arendt.

He had been concerned since he noticed Blake at Rebecca’s castle.

‘The border area.’

It wasn’t a place where a major accident occurred.

It was only mentioned in one sentence of the novel.

At a time when terrorist attacks against civilians were occurring throughout the Empire, Blake and Vincent were also beginning to make their presence known.

Laius sent his knights, but the two soon disappeared again.

Vincent and Blake were never seen together since.

‘It’s not even clear why the two were together.’

Before and after the sightings surfaced, Vincent had been using his artifacts to raze the auction house to the ground and was running wild here and there, and Blake had also appeared at some point and was running wild.

‘If they went there under orders from the church.’

He had a feeling that Blake might show up there alone. That’s why he stopped Laius’ pursuit.

It’s better than forcing them to move around in the middle of the night and causing variables to occur.

The timing was also right.

At that time.

Tak.

A knock brought him back to reality.

“Hey, are you sleeping?”

Then Arthur’s voice was heard.

As soon as Arendt carelessly folded the map and stuffed it into the drawer, the door swung open.

“What? Why aren’t you answering when you’re not even sleeping?”

“I was ignoring you on purpose. Don’t you know that?”

“Do you really want to die?”

“Okay, what’s your business?”

A murderous muttering was heard, “I’ll kill this fucking bastard.”

It was a curse that somehow made him feel at ease.

“His Highness the Crown Prince is looking for you. Go right now.”

“Why?”

“Why, why? It’s because of this incident. Hurry up and run. The captain is there too.”

“I’m dying from annoyance, really.”

Arendt scratched the back of his neck a few times and picked up his outer garment.

Arthur, who had been frowning and staring blankly at his junior, added one more thing.

“Then why don’t you rest a bit more? I heard from the captain that your condition isn’t very good?”

It was true that Arendt was a mess after fighting Warren, getting beat up by Warren again while infiltrating Rebecca’s castle, and then fighting Blake.

His body still ached, and there were still a few wounds that couldn’t be healed by potions.

However, the situation was not much different for Arthur and Richt, who played the role of bait.

As evidence, Arthur had several bandages stuck to his face, and bandages were visible wrapped tightly under the collar of his uniform.

He wanted to snap at him to look in the mirror, but he gave up. Instead, he found a more fun way.

Arthur flinched and took a step back as Arendt stared blankly at him and blinked his wide eyes.

“What, what is it? Why are you opening your eyes like that?”

“No, I’m just touched that you think of me that way.”

“Ahhhh! You should curse instead, you brat!”

Arthur, who had taken the strongest attack of sparkling innocent eyes,, boasting the strongest effect, as the caster was Arendt, started to go wild.

Arendt’s expression suddenly became gentle, he shrugged his shoulders, and leisurely left the room.

“Ahhhhh! That’s creepy!!”

In any case, it seemed necessary to find a way.

If they could catch Blake and beat him up, they might be able to uncover some of the secrets of that damned cult.

“It’s a break~ Good.”

It’s just not the time yet.

As he walked down the familiar hallway, a plan somewhat formed in his head.

Even if they didn’t face off right away, it was probably possible to strike first.