Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 312

The apprentice knight’s confident declaration filled the hall.At this moment when everyone was shocked, there was only one person who remained calm.

It was Arendt himself.

“Even someone as lacking in discernment as Lord Luce cannot help but acknowledge that the hero is none other than Captain Laius de Winfried. I risked my life for the captain, not for God.”

Arendt’s cold voice continued in the quiet hall.

The Emperor, who was watching from the highest seat, quickly covered his mouth to somehow suppress the laughter that was about to burst out.

Kendrick also hummed distantly.

“Sir Laius, have you done something wrong to Sir Arendt?”

“…”

Laius couldn’t bring himself to answer.

He definitely seemed to have made a lot of mistakes.

So was this Arendt’s revenge?

He had no idea that the karma of avoiding and dragging things out without giving answers would be coming back to him in this way.

Arendt continued to speak confidently, regardless of what the captain was feeling.

“I work for my benefactor, Captain Laius, so please don’t bring up the name of that god. It’s extremely unpleasant. Captain Laius is after all…”

Arendt pretended to look around slowly, looking for the person who seemed to have the best grasp of the situation at that moment.

Arthur flinched as their eyes met.

Arendt gave him a meaningful nod.

“…!”

Arthur, who realized something, quickly ran to Laius.

Arendt, who confirmed this, continued his speech leisurely.

“The one who saved my life.”

“…”

Laius swore to the god Luce, whom Arendt detested so much, that had never happened.

Rather, it was Arendt who was on the verge of death while trying to save Laius.

There was not a single person in this place who did not know that fact.

“Was that so?”

“He saved me from execution, so it is only natural that I should risk my life for him.”

When Count Graham asked in a bewildered manner, Arendt answered naturally.

If he didn’t like the role that God has arbitrarily inserted into the script, he could find his own place.

This was the tactic Arendt chose and the new script he created.

Because the role of a reckless apprentice knight loyal to his captain was much better than that of a messenger of God.

“…”

Laius’ face became more and more gloomy as his conscience tormented him.

Cantares, who had been watching blankly, muttered in shock.

“Is he doing that on purpose to screw over Captain Laius?”

“Maybe… it seems so.”

Jereon answered awkwardly.

He remembered what Arendt had said a while ago when he came to propose the idea of having a banquet.

At the time, Arendt declared that he would use Laius as a shield.

Cantares and Jereon could now understand what he meant.

“He’s truly an amazing guy in so many ways.”

Cantares burst into admiration.

He was confident that he wouldn’t be surprised by anything, but it seemed he was arrogant.

No matter what he expected, Arendt always produced results that surpassed his imagination.

“First of all… the effect seems certain,” In the midst of all this, Jereon calmly observed the situation and added.

At a time when everyone was growing dazed by the crazy apprentice knight’s series of blasphemies, it was only natural that they would feel respect for Laius, who had to take responsibility for such a man as his subordinate.

The fact that it was an effective way to torment Laius was just a bonus.

“It doesn’t matter if you are the Evil God or God Luce. I simply follow Captain Laius. The captain is the role model for all knights, and everyone should follow his example.”

Arendt continued to talk as if his mouth had been greased.

It was to the point where the others couldn’t even dare to interrupt or intervene.

Diana, not wanting to hear any more, muttered in disgust.

“I’m starting to feel sick myself.”

Of course, there would be nothing more satisfying than being trusted by your subordinates as a knight captain, but the fact that the speaker was Arendt was a serious problem.

“The strongest shield and sharpest sword in the world, the one who always paves the way in the right direction and knows no fear… Captain Laius is someone you can truly trust and follow.”

Arendt, with his arms crossed in a defiant manner, added as he looked at the people frozen in front of him.

“It is much more rewarding to work for Captain Laius than to pray to Luce, who just watches.”

With the recent wave of self-loathing added on top, Laius truly wanted to die.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do that, so he chose to bury his face in his hands and turn away from the scene.

At that moment, a helping hand came.

“Captain, captain. Listen to me for a moment.”

It was Arthur.

As soon as Laius raised his head, Arthur whispered something in his ear.

After a while, Laius’ face paled even more.

Meanwhile, Arendt continued to babble.

“Do you understand? Up until now, and in the future, I have no intention of praying to God. Grace and all that are none of my concern.”

But fortunately, his words did not last long.

“If you like praying so much, you guys can pray to your heart’s content…”

!

A fist, slightly loaded with emotion, struck Arendt on the back of the head.

“Ugh!”

“Just stop there, please.”

Laius growled in a low voice and grabbed Arendt by the back of his neck, who was covering the spot where he had been hit, and pushed him behind him.

“I apologize. This guy has a terrible mouth. I’ll make sure to re-educate him soon.” Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

Marquis Cliff, who had been dazed out of his mind, suddenly came to his senses.

“You are… Captain Laius?”

“I apologize again. It was due to my lack of teaching, so I hope you don’t take it too seriously.”

“What did I do? I was just stating the truth.”

When Arendt started to grumble behind him, Laius snapped back in annoyance.

“You be quiet.”

“Tsk… Okay, I understand.”

Arendt kept his mouth shut, obediently following his words, though his expression turned discontented.

“…”

Seeing the docile appearance that he never normally saw, Laius felt a stomachache as if a hole would be burned in his stomach at any moment.

However, what the nobles, including Marquis Cliff, saw was a little different.

When they saw Laius up close, they could see an aura of majesty that was sure to steal anyone’s attention.

His handsome face stood out even more thanks to the extravagant formal attire that was different from his usual.

In addition, the sight of him instantly subduing an apprentice knight who was like a dog was enough to gain people’s respect.

All of this was Arendt’s work, but they had no way of knowing it.

“Haha, Captain Laius always works hard.”

Duke Lancelot burst into laughter as he noticed that the atmosphere was starting to loosen up a bit.

With those apt words, the seal on the nobles’ voices began to slowly break.

“Huh, heh heh… No, it’s okay. Sir Arendt is still young, so it’s possible for him to act like that.”

Count Graham smiled, wiping away his cold sweat.

Marquis Cliff also nodded his head repeatedly with an awkward smile on his face.

“I can understand. Don’t be so harsh. It seems that Sir Arendt truly respects Captain Laius.”

Naturally, people’s attention shifted from Arendt to Laius.

The air, which had become chilly as if cold water had been poured over it, began to heat up again.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t greet you properly earlier, Captain Laius. I am the head of the Cliff family.”

“Yes, hello, it’s nice to meet you.”

When Marquis Cliff extended his hand with a friendly smile, Laius shook his hand absentmindedly and greeted him.

“As expected of Captain Laius. He has a great personality.”

“It is exactly as you said. The rumors are not exaggerated at all.”

From that point on, Laius was surrounded by people in the blink of an eye, replacing Arendt’s idea.

But from here on, it was no longer Arendt’s concern.

Arendt, who had quietly withdrawn from the crowd that had become even more crowded than before, turned his gaze back to Arthur.

Arthur shrugged as he met his junior’s eyes.

It meant that he had done his share.

Arendt gave him a silent thumbs up.

Diana and Kendrick could only laugh in disbelief at the sight.

“So, what did Sir Arthur say to Captain Laius?”

This was the first question Llewellyn asked when he came to the dormitory complaining of boredom.

Arendt asked back indifferently, without taking his eyes off the book.

“What?”

“Sir Arthur received a signal from you and went to Captain Laius. Then Captain Laius suddenly intervened.”

“Did you see it?”

As expected, Llewellyn’s keen eye was not to be taken lightly.

Arendt, who had been silent for a moment, imitated Arthur’s tone.

“ That’s what he said.”

“Did you really think that?”

“Mn.”

Llewelyn looked tired when the plain answer came back.

“A really scary guy…”

Today was the day the Holy Sword Award Ceremony was held at the Great Temple.

The palace was unusually quiet because the Crown Prince, knights, and other key figures had headed to the Great Temple.

But Llewellyn cleverly excused himself by claiming to be a prince of another country, and Arendt was absent, ostensibly to reflect on his actions after being disciplined for yesterday’s events.

Of course, it was all according to Arendt’s plan up to this point.

After today, there would be few people left who would pay more attention to Arendt than necessary.

“Shekhinah and Ragnald both acknowledged it. You should have seen their expressions yesterday.”

Of course, it was difficult for the old-fashioned elves to accept Arendt’s methods.

But even the elves had no choice but to accept the results of Arendt’s absurd farce just like Zakar once did.

‘On the surface, it seemed like just a small commotion.’

But the praise that did not suit Arendt as a messenger of God disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Instead, the familiar label of a reckless troublemaker followed him around, and Captain Laius’ reputation rose even higher.

Arendt’s purpose was completely achieved.

“You know those empty words you said yesterday?”

Llewellyn, who had been staring blankly at Arendt, smiled and asked in a sly tone.

“It’s not all lies, is it?”

“Isn’t it true that Captain Laius is more useful than God?”

As always, the answer was lukewarm.

Llewellyn rested his chin on his hand and grumbled in discontent.

“Ugh, what an impious brat. I agree that Captain Laius is an extraordinary person, though. At least, he manages to endure your temper.”

With that, a natural silence fell upon the room.

Llewellyn remained silent for a moment, staring blankly at Arendt.

Even in the presence of the prince of a country, Arendt had not put down his book on spirits since a while ago.

He had a rough idea of ​​what was happening.

Arendt ended up teaching swordsmanship to Salem, who had suddenly become a spirit mage.

Even though he had taken on the job reluctantly, it seemed like he had no intention of doing anything half-heartedly.

‘What a truly vicious guy.’

Arendt had already been preparing for what would happen next.

Llewellyn wanted to nag him and tell him to rest, but he seemed strangely happy after the incident yesterday, so he decided to let it go for now.

‘Besides, it seems like the other knights have relaxed a bit as well.’

After the banquet ended, as he watched the knights of the Third Knights unload their complaints, Llewellyn realized something.

After the attack on the Great Temple, the knights, including Laius, were in a very tense state, although they pretended not to be.

It was natural.

They said that it was a major accident that was difficult to describe in words, even from what he heard.

Moreover, everyone couldn’t help but feel nervous because they saw a guy who seemed like he wouldn’t die even if they killed him almost lose his breath.

‘I guess that was a proper blow to those guys.’

By teasing Captain Laius to death, Arendt showed his unwavering resolve to his comrades.

“You’re still in one piece, Sir Arendt von Eckhart.”

Llewellyn threw out a joke.

It was a brief compliment from an audience member who enjoyed the comedy.

Arendt, who realized the meaning, laughed and answered plainly.

“Of course.”