Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 387: Lets fight with all the cheap tricks.

A loud rumble was heard not far away, and a thick mist rose across the night sky. Salem, who was running towards the palace, quickly raised his head.“Sir Arendt?”

“It looks like there was a fight not far away.”

An elf warrior answered with sharpened senses. Salem’s head grew impatient.

“I have to go help them first…”

But before he could finish his words, Salem looked up. A spirit glowing with light resembling leaves was flying towards him.

“Luna?”

Salem called the spirit’s name with surprised eyes. It was the one who he had sent to Arendt to run an errand.

The spirit flew straight to Salem and flapped its wings, trying to convey something. Salem, who was watching its movement closely, frowned slightly.

“…Don’t interfere and just head to the palace?”

As if to say that was true, the spirit nodded slightly and stared at him intently once more.

Salem nodded, having easily understood the meaning.

“Looks like they still haven’t found them. Alright.”

The spirit began to fly straight ahead towards the palace.

The other spirit, Ray, who had been quietly resting on Salem’s shoulder until now, also flew up and they started flying together.

Salem then gave instructions to the warriors.

“Let’s go to the palace first.”

“Are you sure it’s alright, Lord Salem? It’s not too far, we can go and support them…”

“No, we have our own work to do.”

Salem responded firmly.

It was quite bold to come here to begin with, ignoring the orders to protect Llewellyn and Victor.

But fortunately, it seemed like he was willing to turn a blind eye to that part.

Salem and the elves hurried back to the palace.

But soon they had no choice but to stop.

“…”

A group of men wearing black robes stood blocking the road. They were priests of the Chernion Cult.

A sticky mixture of blood and saliva dripped from the mouths of the wolf-like ghouls and their eyes glared at the elves.

“Kurrrrrr…”

As if the sound of the ghouls’ growls was a signal, the priests began to take out their weapons one by one.

A dark divine power covered them thickly as if it were extending its protection.

“May the glory of darkness always be with us.”

Salem calmly drew his sword as he listened to the quietly recited prayer.

The elf warrior standing nearby spoke bluntly.

“You can step back, Lord Salem. We’ll handle this ourselves.”

“No. I won’t step back.”

But Salem flatly refused.

“I’ll leave this place to you. Half of you stay and deal with these guys, and the rest of you come with me to the palace. There’s no time to waste.”

“All right.”

As the one closest to Salem nodded, the warriors naturally split into two groups. Salem spoke briefly to those who stayed behind.

“Follow me later. Don’t get hurt.”

“All right.”

Salem quickly left the place, leading a group. The priests immediately tried to give chase but soon were forced to stop.

It was because the remaining elf warriors blocked their path.

Roger was certainly a formidable foe.

Even if three people rushed at him with all their might, they could at most tie Roger’s feet.

Even running as fast as they could along the narrow path, there was only so much distance they could put between themselves and their pursuer.

Eventually, Arthur began to sense a presence just a few steps behind him, so he sent Arendt and Richt ahead first and turned around to face him head-on.

!

As the swords clashed, a bone-melting heat exploded for a moment. But it was quickly offset by a cool chill.

“Get lost, you’re in the way.”

“…!”

A cold voice was heard.

The moment Arthur lowered his sword and stepped back, Arendt stepped forward to take his place.

A cold frost settled over the surrounding area, extinguishing the fire Roger had started.

A sword engulfed in flames and a sword frozen white collided head-on.

Meanwhile, Richt stepped forward and aimed for Roger’s back. However, his attack was also blocked by an arm that resembled a werewolf’s.

In the brief moment when his guard dropped, Arendt twisted his sword and changed the direction of Roger’s blade.

The sword, unable to withstand the downward force, split the ground with a loud crack.

Taking advantage of the gap, Arendt joined Arthur and started running in the opposite direction.

Richt, who exchanged several blows with Roger, managed to shake him off. Not long after, he approached the two of them.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Not really.”

“I’m not okay.”

Arthur and Arendt responded with similar answers at the same time.

Richt responded calmly.

“Looks like you’re both alright.”

His gaze briefly fell on Arendt, who was walking ahead.

‘I thought he’d be a little shaken up…’

Because he had gone through such an awful thing.

But Arendt still seemed to have transcended the norms of ordinary human beings.

He had expected it when he first heard that he had been using Roger’s name so casually and causing all sorts of trouble.

‘Rather, Arthur is the problem.’

Though he was pretending otherwise, glimpses of his anxiety showed ever since Roger appeared.

But Richt couldn’t blame him, since he wasn’t much different.

‘Is the real challenge starting now?’

Richt’s face hardened for a moment.

Up until now, the only things accompanying him were the belief that fighting was simply what had to be done, and the honor of being able to wield his sword in battle.

‘There was a time when I thought I would die for that.’

But now he had come to realize the true weight of death.

Hatred and resentment toward the enemy, and the fear of losing someone.

The real war was having to overcome even that and face the enemy right in front of you.

Ironically, the one who taught him that was an apprentice knight who didn’t know how precious his life was.

“You must not turn your back on the enemy.”

At that moment, an ominous voice stopped their steps.

Roger, who had been closing the distance quickly, took a big leap.

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He landed in front of the three with a flickering flame. Roger slowly raised his head and calmly stared at them behind his mask.

“They say you’re part of the hero’s inner circle, yet you haven’t even learned something this basic?”

“I talked like that and ended up getting scolded by him so much…”

Arendt let out a quiet chuckle and unleashed the Frosty Touch. A cold ice settled around Arthur and Richt as if protecting them.

“It seems like you’ve changed your mind a bit recently.”

Roger did not avoid the head-on challenge that Arendt chose.

The extreme cold and blazing flames clashed, shaking the surrounding air.

“Ugh, this is seriously going to fucking kill me!”

The immense pressure forced a curse out of his mouth. If he hadn’t been wearing gloves, his grip would have definitely been torn apart.

But Arendt held on tightly, gripping the sword with both hands.

The moment he let his guard down, he felt like the balance would collapse. One thing that was annoying was that even in these moments, Roger showed no sign of being bothered.

‘This fucking bastard.’

For a moment, he felt doubtful as to why he was the one standing against a foe almost worthy of being the final boss in “The Blue Knight of the Holy Sword”.

But Arendt naturally transformed those feelings into anger and frustration.

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The swords scraped against each other, producing an unpleasant sound. The moment Roger noticed it, Arendt drew out all his magic power.

A heavy snowstorm blew in, obscuring their visibility.

Roger’s flames were pushed back for a moment.

“…!”

Taking advantage of his hesitation, Arendt ducked and practically rolled away.

And then, before Roger could even grasp the situation, he turned around and started running.

“Cough, cough, oh, fuck!”

His whole body ached as if it was going to shatter.

Arthur hurriedly approached and scolded him.

“Why do you always make things harder for yourself?”

“Ah, I’m really not at fault this time! Who would’ve known that that bastard would act like that and suddenly come at me?”

Arendt snapped irritably, but Arthur shouted back even louder.

“Don’t lie, you bastard! I saw you acting all cocky like you’d been waiting for this!”

“Tch, you’re so quick-witted for no reason.”

“Please, I’m begging you guys, stop arguing unnecessarily! Can’t you two at least be serious when facing the enemy?”

Unable to stand it any longer, Richt snapped sharply. Arendt shrugged his shoulders as he ran.

“How many times have I told you that if you’re serious, you lose… Left!”

The moment Arendt shouted, Arthur and Richt simultaneously lunged in opposite directions.

With a loud explosion, the place where the three people had been just before was completely destroyed.

Arthur rolled around on the ground and regained his balance, then belatedly took in the scene.

The wall right next to him was half destroyed, showering down debris.

In the thick dust, another person, not Roger, slowly got up.

Arthur muttered without realizing it.

“This is driving me crazy.”

An enemy hiding nearby had launched a surprise attack.

“As expected, that bastard wasn’t alone.”

Arthur raised his head as he heard the voice above his head.

While his seniors were still tumbling across the ground, Arendt had already leapt up alone onto the top of the wall.

Even in the midst of his confusion, he found that sight particularly annoying.

The newly appeared enemy was not a stranger.

‘I think he was called Ain.’

Arendt recalled the name he had heard one day.

He was Roger’s right-hand man and ardent follower.

Arendt muttered in bewilderment.

“You want to kill me this badly?”

“You’re seriously saying that right now, you damn bastard?”

As Arthur snapped irritably, Ain, having regained his footing, readjusted his grip on his sword and charged at them again.

At the moment when Richt moved naturally to engage him, Roger, who had already closed the distance, lunged at Arendt.

Arendt quickly jumped down the wall.

Having escaped by a hair’s breadth, Roger’s sword sliced ​​open the spot where he had been standing.

Roger clicked his tongue as he glanced at the empty space, with only fragments of the shattered wall remaining.

“You’re as quick as a rat.”

Arendt had already run away with Arthur.

Richt also easily shook off Ain and followed behind them.

Even though Roger knew that Arendt was deliberately trying to lure him, he had no choice but to comply.

“Ain, don’t let him get away.”

“Yes.”

Ain responded firmly and immediately kicked off the ground. Roger, who had looked back at the palace for a moment, also moved shortly after.

‘May the darkness be with you.’

Roger had no doubts about it.