Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 135

In the sudden situation, customers started screaming and running in all directions. Even the employees who had been diligently serving food just a moment ago threw their plates and ran away in panic.There were now only two people left in the restaurant: Arendt and Crow.

“A scammer. Wasn’t it you who was the scammer, not me? Sir Arendt von Eckhart?”

“It’s an honor to hear such words from a pseudo-person.”

Arendt, who had shaken off his robe, twitched the corners of his lips.

Further conversation was pointless.

Crow pulled the dagger out of the table and created a black aura around the sword he was holding in his other hand.

“…!”

Arendt’s face hardened at the sight of the black aura. However, he didn’t have much time to relax. Crow kicked the ground and rushed forward.

Kaaaaang!

The sword covered in pure white frost and the sword covered in pitch-black fog collided head-on and bounced off each other.

Arendt immediately regained his balance, twisted his body, and swung his sword at the enemy’s torso. But that attack was easily blocked as well.

‘They say that even that unfinished ghoul was on par with the knights.’

As it was a finished product, it seemed that he had power beyond imagination.

Crow frowned as he saw the ice settle on the surface of his sword.

“How dare you use the artifact to point a sword at our religious order.”

“The original owner is the one who picks it up. This guy would be much happier if I used him.”

As he used the artifact a little more forcefully, a strong cold air enveloped Arendt, and a blatant sneer appeared in his cold golden eyes.

“Or, how about testing out the capabilities of that brilliant new creature with your own ragtag body?”

“…”

Splash.

A grinding sound could be heard from under the deeply draped robe, and Crow charged forward again.

Arendt dodged the attack by ducking down and then threw the chair that was in his hands.

Crow, who reflexively cut down the flying chair, realized his mistake and quickly looked around. For a moment, he lost sight of Arendt.

“…!”

The next attack came from behind.

Although he was successful in striking back with a hasty attack, he was unable to prepare his sword in time, so his dagger was instantly covered in pure white ice.

A cool chill swept over him.

Crow threw the dagger away with an instinctive sense of crisis that his arm would freeze if things continued this way. The dagger that was thrown on the floor broke into pieces as it could not withstand the cold.

Crow looked at Arendt in horror.

He thought that after being granted this body, he would not be pushed back in battle, but he was pushed back?

And that too by such a young, apprentice knight?

A white mist, out of season, rose around the young knight’s lips.

Arendt met the eyes of the astonished fanatic and snickered.

“Why, are you embarrassed because I’m so handsome?”

“What?”

Crow was momentarily taken aback by the sudden nonsense, but he had to quickly stop Arendt from rushing toward him.

Even in a situation where they were fighting for their lives, the guy didn’t show any sign of being shaken or nervous.

It was not the calmness that a young knight could display.

When he looked into those golden eyes that showed no emotion at all, he felt a chill down his spine.

He didn’t treat himself as an enemy who had to be killed, but as some kind of curious bug on an experimental table.

One thing was certain.

Arendt von Eckhart was a strong person who even this body found difficult to fully handle.

‘Damn.’

Of course, if he risked his life, it would be possible to somehow die together.

He was not at all afraid of giving his life for Chernion, but at least now, he couldn’t die by that bastard’s hand.

Crow, having reached a conclusion, took one step back, turned around, and then suddenly kicked the ground and started running away.

“Where are you running away to!”

Arendt also tried to run after him, but had to dodge quickly as the table Crow had thrown flew straight at him.

Crow, taking advantage of the brief gap, ran towards the door that was half-broken as people hurriedly escaped. Follow current novels on novelhall.com

But when he ran outside into the warm sunset, he couldn’t help but stop.

“He couldn’t hold out for long.”

The old knight guarding the entrance blurted out indifferently.

Crow recognized him at a glance.

The Captain of the First Imperial Knights, Kendrick von Leandros. Standing on either side of him were Laius and Diana.

The restaurant was already completely surrounded by the Imperial Knights.

“…”

Crow, who was about to back away without realizing it, suddenly came to his senses at the cold voice coming from behind him.

“Do it without as much damage as possible. You know?”

“I know.”

Sling.

The sword was pulled from Kendrick’s scabbard.

Crow, who noticed it a beat late, quickly raised his weapon and tried to respond, but the tip of Kendrick’s sword had already cut through Crow’s neck.

Crow’s world suddenly went dark.

The ghoul fell down like a broken doll.

Not a drop of blood flowed from the cut throat and deep stab wound to the chest.

Kendrick frowned as he put his sword back in its scabbard and looked down at the body.

“I know full well that it is not a living human being.”

“Let me take a quick look.”

Laius stepped forward and removed the robe covering the body.

It was hard to believe that the body had been alive and moving just a few seconds ago; there was absolutely no warmth left in the body.

“Except for a few peculiarities, they seem almost identical to humans.”

“It looks that way to me too. I’ll have to ask the Count’s lab to do an autopsy to find out more details.”

The face that was revealed after the throat was cut was covered in scars like a rag doll. Arendt came out, carrying a sword.

“It’s just that it’s strong. If it’s a normal knight-level opponent, it’ll be a bit of a headache in a one-on-one fight?”

“Yeah, you’ve worked hard.”

After determining Crow’s location, Arendt went in first and engaged in battle because he wanted to observe the bastard’s behavior firsthand.

It was the result of a meeting with other team leaders.

The idea of ​​capturing him was given up early.

He might be tracked, and there was no way to know what would happen if he were to be taken alive to the palace.

So this is how they compromised.

By bringing in Arendt, who was amazingly good at observing people.

‘This is also somewhat different from the methods of the Imperial Knights.’

Arendt looked down indifferently at Crow, who was lying on the floor like a piece of wood, his life cut short.

Even if they were enemies, it was not knightly to mock an opponent who they had crossed swords with. Setting traps and deliberately inducing them to run away could be said to be playing with the enemy.

Perhaps there was a slight change in the knights’ rigid way of thinking.

“I saw a strange magic while fighting.”

“Magic?”

The knights’ eyes were drawn to the words mentioned by Arendt.

“Yes, it was a really unpleasant feeling… It must have remained on the body. It looked like thick smoke or fog, almost black.”

“Black fog…”

Kendrick frowned and shook his head, muttering as if searching through memories.

“I have never heard of or encountered that form of magic.”

“Then, it could be said that it is the magic unique to the Chernion Church… no, perhaps it could be considered divine power.”

Laius added.

The divine power of Chernion.

The knights’ faces instantly turned gloomy.

Laius shook his head to clear his thoughts and opened his mouth again.

“Arendt, when you return to the palace, write a report and submit it.”

“It’s annoying.”

“I’ll give you one day off from work, so just do it without complaining.”

Anyway, this accomplished all their goals.

The city was safe, there were no riots, and they’ve even secured the corpse of a new type of ghoul.

Now it was time to return.

Arendt, who had been complaining about it being annoying, wrote a perfect report in just one day, true to his neat personality.

But it was not Arendt himself who handed it over, but Richt who came instead.

“Why has Sir Richt come?”

“Arendt’s off duty today, and he said he had something to do and went out.”

Richt answered Cantares, who asked curiously, with a straight face.

“You too are in big trouble. You’re running errands for the apprentice knight.”

“…”

Richt was unable to respond to the Crown Prince’s teasing remark.

“Where did that guy go to run around like that as soon as he got back?”

“He said he was going to see Priest Lumiel because he had something to ask.”

Even though she was not someone you could easily meet, Priest Lumiel always showed a soft attitude towards Arendt.

In fact, she wasn’t the only one who showed a lenient attitude towards Arendt.

“Anything is fine, but don’t go to the Great Temple too often. If he does, he’ll catch High Priest Theodore’s eye and it won’t be a good look.”

“We had a similar conversation anyway. He said he’d meet somewhere else.”

It seemed like they were planning to meet at the Crown Prince’s secret hideout, Lawrence’s restaurant. There, no one would notice.

“I didn’t tell you to write it that way.”

“Yes?”

“No. Nothing.”

Cantares, who had been vaguely confused, focused on skimming through the report.

They are capable of expressing emotions and communicating clearly, and their intelligence is estimated to be higher than that of educated humans.

While his movements are smooth and he displays the agility and brute force of a trained knight, he tends to rely on vision during battle, suggesting that his senses may be somewhat degraded.

While stab wounds and cuts can be recovered, permanent injuries such as burns and frostbite are considered difficult or impossible to repair.

Cantares muttered with a tired face after reading up to that point.

“…It was said that all he did was fight briefly, but he could observe this much just through that?”

“The sword tells us a lot. I think there is nothing better than sparring to examine the minute details of habits and movements.”

A stiff, knightly answer came back from Richt.

“And one of the things Arendt does best is observe people.”

It was clear that he had traded his temper for his ability to get things done.

Richt, who had been observing the Crown Prince for a moment, asked.

“Have you received the report on the… city building…”

“Yeah. I thought I was going to faint, but I have to take responsibility for what I say.”

Cantares grumbled, his gaze still fixed on the report.

“I never imagined it would be resolved that way. For now, we plan to make an official announcement that it was a fraud case committed by an imposter.”

“Are you planning to avoid any connection to the rioting incidents in other countries?”

“That’s the way it should be for now. But they probably won’t believe it outright either.”

With several countries having entire towns and cities reduced to ashes, it would be best to keep quiet about whether things were resolved.

It wasn’t easy for anyone to follow Arendt’s method…

Even that was because they moved quickly, which reduced the damage. If they had arrived just a little bit later, the city would have been engulfed in flames.

To relieve the migraines that were coming frequently these days, Cantares pressed his temples.

Every time he suddenly realized the reality hidden behind Arendt’s extraordinary antics, he felt a chill down his spine. If he hadn’t benefited from that guy, even if it had been just a little bit off, there was a high possibility that it would have developed into a problem that would shake the empire.

“You’ve worked hard this time too, Knights. Be sure to tell Laius what we just talked about.”

“Yes, I will step back.”

Richt bowed politely and left the office, and Cantares fell into thought again.

If something similar happens again, it would be impossible to prevent it using the same method.

But surely we could find another solution.

He thought of the card that had recently come into his hands, Prince Llewellyn.

There must be a way to effectively use the strange connections that have formed around the arrogant apprentice knight, including Neumann, Count Stadler, the Imperial Knights, and the explorer Prince Llewellyn… and perhaps even himself.

The one who must find that method was none other than the Crown Prince of the Caerleon Empire himself.

Even if he was a Crown Prince, he couldn’t be carried around by his subordinates forever, right?

It was a matter of pride.

Cantares’ eyes, lost in thought, calmly settled down.