Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 281

Rita was a little nervous.It was because her master, who was stretched out on the sofa, looked very uncomfortable.

‘Today too?’

Her condition remained unchanged for several days.

She would spend her time lying on the sofa whining or fiddling with the monster specimens she had collected, and sometimes she would get hysterical and ask how long it would take.

Her master, a little elf girl whom everyone called Jin, had a bad habit of not being able to stand being bored.

It had been almost an hour since Jin had begun to kill her boredom by fiddling with the severed hand of an unknown monster on the sofa.

Now her patience was starting to run out.

Rita closed her eyes for a moment and counted to three seconds.

Before she even finished counting, Jin suddenly got up.

“Is Roger still not here?”

“Nothing has happened since you contacted him yesterday…”

At Rita’s answer, Jin threw her hands up in frustration and burst out in annoyance.

“You idiot old man!”

“Mr. Roger is not an idiot though.”

“That’s what I’m saying, idiot! Next time we meet, I’ll turn him into a ghoul!”

When she pointed this out quietly, Jin started to really go crazy.

Rita thought, looking at her quietly.

‘I’ll have to tell him to be careful the next time he contacts her.’

Because if it were Jin, she might really rush in and dismember Roger’s body.

While Rita was mumbling absentmindedly to herself, Jin leaned back on the sofa, running her hands through her messy blond hair.

“He said we just had to wait a little, but in the end, nothing turned out the way he said it would! Only the poor kids are getting taken down!”

Although they succeeded in luring the two elf leaders into the battlefield, it was an achievement that was too embarrassing to even call ‘luring’.

Although Jin and the homunculi were doing their best to avoid being involved, the situation showed no signs of changing.

It was because the Second Imperial Knights in the Everan Kingdom and the Caerleon Empire, as well as the elven warriors of the Silver Lake Tribe, were able to stop the ghouls more easily than expected.

They would often send out completed ‘miracle soldier’ ​​ghouls, but even these were dealt with by the elves.

In the end, this side was in a situation where they were just fighting a war of attrition without being able to inflict any real damage.

“It’s not like there’s nothing. We did succeed in drawing some of their forces over.”

“Some? What do you mean by some? There are still more than half left in the palace!”

Jin shouted at Rita’s rebuttal.

It was strange that the elves were so active in battle to begin with.

“Damn it! Didn’t they only join hands with the Empire? Why are they meddling in the affairs of the Everan Kingdom!”

Jin started to mess up the hair that she had worked so hard to straighten.

Finally, Rita couldn’t stand it anymore and approached her and started combing her hair herself.

Jin continued to grumble as she naturally accepted the touch.

“Anyway, it’s completely ruined. Who knew that damn captain of the Third Knights would be so slow to act?”

It was unexpected that the front lines were still being maintained to this extent, even though Laius de Winfried hadn’t made a move.

Jin, who had thought that she would at least have to deal with Laius or Arendt, couldn’t help but feel discouraged.

In addition, Nikephoros, who had finally started to move, fought a dragon that suddenly appeared and then went into a period of rest again.

There wasn’t a single thing she liked.

“Why not just destroy everything? What’s the point of strategy?”

“Jin, if you get too angry, Iris will worry.”

“…”

Jin became calm in an instant thanks to Rita’s advice.

Only then was Rita able to braid Jin’s messy hair into a single braid.

Jin grumbled, her mouth pursed.

“…I told you to study, but why are you learning useless things so quickly and causing trouble? You haven’t even been born that long.”

“Because that’s all I’ve seen and heard. It seems like a good amount of knowledge to serve you, Lady Jin.”

“Who is it, Roger? Is it Ain? Or Lord Nike… There’s no way he would do that. I should just kill these old men!”

Ignoring Jin’s growls, Rita continued to braid Jin’s hair.

Now, without some considerable struggle, her long, blond hair would not be able to flutter about carelessly.

“The holy relic is right in front of you, but I can’t touch it because of that damn strategy? That little prince is using the holy relic like it’s nothing!”

“Lady Jin.”

“Okay! I’m calm.”

At Rita’s quiet voice, Jin sighed.

But her grumbling didn’t stop.

“Anyway, I really won’t let you stay still. I’ll tear you to pieces.”

The moment that grim declaration was made, Rita and Jin almost simultaneously stopped.

In a room where all sorts of animal and monster specimens and documents were strewn about in a mess, a communication port began to glow on the only place on the desk that seemed somewhat organized.

When Rita brought the communication device, Jin pouted and connected the call.

“Is it Roger? Stay put and don’t cause any trouble! What are you calling for again? If you’re going to say something like ‘wait, it’s not time yet,’ I told you not to contact me! It’s so annoying!”

– Looks like you’re holding up well. Excellent.

As expected, Roger’s calm voice came back from beyond the communication port.

Jin shot back sharply.

“What kind of dog am I? You always say things like, ‘Wait, stop!’ Look at me now. You told me it wouldn’t take long, but that was a complete lie! I can’t even see the nose of the apprentice knight, let alone Captain Laius!”

– That was my fault.

A surprisingly docile answer came back.

Jin, who had stopped blankly for a moment, suddenly realized one thing.

“You… didn’t think those two would move from the start? Didn’t you deliberately lie to keep me here?”

– No, that’s not true. I thought there was at least a 50% chance of that.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying you thought there was a large chance they wouldn’t even show up?”

Jin shouted into the communication port.

But Roger’s voice from the other side was still calm.

– They’re not stupid either.

“So you’re saying I’m an idiot?!”

– No way. Calm down a bit. I won’t tell you to wait any longer.

Jin, who was about to reflexively say something, stopped.

“What?”

– Move. There’s no point in waiting any longer. Bring back the relic.

Jin just blinked for a long time.

Roger’s calm voice continued.

– The prince who blasphemously uses Chernion’s holy relic may be torn to pieces and killed. Retrieve the holy relic. Withdraw immediately when you have achieved your goal, but eliminate all who stand in your way.

Jin, who had been blankly staring at the crystal, suddenly asked.

“And you?”

– I’ll move too.

The excited question was met with a subdued answer.

– We need to deal with that before the cursed sword of light moves.

After a while, a bright smile spread across Jin’s young face.

He was slowly getting used to spending nights on the battlefield.

Perhaps the enemy was tired of the continued deadlock, as their attacks had become increasingly rare over the past few days.

So Llewellyn was able to arrange a rare meal for all the commanders.

After a proper meal with Diana and Shekhinah, he leisurely returned to his quarters.

“Your Highness, aren’t you uncomfortable staying in a place like this for so long?”

The escort knight who was following behind asked a question.

Llewellyn waved his hands and grumbled.

“What could be inconvenient? There’s a place to sleep, my meals are taken care of, there’s clean water and enough clothes to change into. There’s even someone who follows me around and takes care of me.”

“Well, I heard that the prince has enjoyed wandering since long ago. He is still young, but he is amazing.”

“I’m kind of awesome.”

Llewellyn jokingly responded to the knight’s exclamation with laughter.

“I can roll around on the dirt floor as much as I want, so this place is no different from a palace.”

“I see.”

The knight nodded as if he were talking to a young son.

From that sight, Llewellyn realized that the atmosphere on the battlefield had relaxed considerably.

Still, according to some damn apprentice knight from an empire, putting unnecessary tension on your shoulders wasn’t a good thing either.

He didn’t intend to make an issue of it now.

Anyway, when the time came, it would become impossible to even enjoy this much leisure.

“If you need anything, please call me anytime, Prince. I will be waiting at the door.”

As they arrived at the entrance of the room, the knight bowed his head deeply.

But Llewellyn shook his head.

“Just go in and rest. How many times have I told you?”

“But, Prince, the enemy is right before our eyes. We never know when the threat will strike.”

“It’s okay. You know, I am stronger than you.”

The knight smiled bitterly at Llewellyn’s playful remark.

“That is indeed true.”

“So just go back. You should get some rest at night too. That’s an order.”

“Understood. Good night, Prince.”

The knight bowed politely and then withdrew.

Only then did Llewellyn return to his room.

A late fatigue set in and he threw himself on the bed without even changing his clothes.

The thick darkness that had gathered on the ceiling of the dark room enveloped Llewellyn like a blanket.

“…”

He had no intention of letting his guard down.

It was just that the thought of that knight being able to handle the assassins they had intentionally sent seemed unlikely.

Aside from being cocky, he also didn’t have the confidence to handle them.

He thought he was starting to understand what Arendt often meant by his role.

‘In the end, what he was saying was that everyone should do their best in the position where they can be most efficient.’

It was a problem because he was trying to be too efficient on his own.

His narcissism sometimes took on an unusual and unbecoming form of chivalry.

‘I don’t know if that can be called chivalry.’

As he got frustrated with the arrogant guy who thought he was the best, he would often find Arendt in the most dangerous position.

Though he lived for his own pride and acted difficult with other people, Arendt never bothered to look back.

As if he believed that they would somehow manage it.

‘Anyway, he’s not in his right mind.’

It was a chilling trust.

This was also the case with his fellow knights, as well as with Llewellyn.

It seemed that sending them a bunch of magic stones instead of telling them to step back from the front lines had a similar meaning.

Although it was not desirable, Llewellyn’s choice to lead the troops and stand on the battlefield was respected.

So Llewellyn had to take responsibility for his choices.

Llewellyn, who had been lying on the bed for a while, suddenly lifted his head.

“…”

The room was still dark and quiet.

The only sound that could be heard was the occasional footsteps of soldiers patrolling outside.

As he listened for a while, the sounds of the soldiers chattering away grew distant.

Complete silence came.

It was not the gentle silence that would comfort a good night’s sleep, but a stillness like the sharpness of a well-sharpened blade.

Sensing ominousness there, Llewellyn slowly sat up.

The closed windows were covered with thick curtains.

Unfortunately, Llewellyn did not have as keen a sense as the Knights of the Empire.

So he had no choice but to rely on his own imperfect intuition.

“…”

He looked around cautiously, reached out, picked up a handful of magic stones, and put them in his pocket.

Next, he found the sword that was carelessly propped up next to the bed and grabbed it.

At that very moment, Llewellyn’s whole body tensed.

!

The window shattered without warning, tearing apart the silence of the night.