Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 229

“Let’s get this straight.”It was the first thing Arendt said in the conference room where everyone was gathered.

“We’re in big trouble.”

“…”

It was a sight that made them feel a strong sense of foreboding.

Cantares sighed deeply and rubbed his face.

“Please, can you speak with a little more tension? You’re going to tell a gruesome story again.”

“Shall I do that for you? Are you able to handle it?”

“Sorry, I misspoke. Just continue with what you were saying.”

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Arendt looked away from him and turned back to face those waiting for him to speak.

“I heard it would be soon.”

“What?”

“War. I don’t know when it will happen, but the dragon said so himself.”

At that moment, a cold silence flowed through the conference room, as if cold water had been poured over them.

Even Jereon, who was pouring tea, stopped and lifted his head.

In the quiet conference room, only Arendt’s calm voice could be heard.

“We need to start preparing now.”

“…What is the basis?”

When Diana asked after a long silence, Arendt shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s what a dragon who experienced war said, so I guess it’s what it is. And you all know that it’s not just an empty promise.”

“This is definitely something we can’t ignore.”

Kendrick groaned briefly and ran his hand over his stubbled chin.

After the lare in the lake incident, they didn’t make any moves for a while.

If they thought about it, the actions that the Evil Cult had taken in the past were also intended to increase its power or to recover artifacts that were scattered here and there.

Arendt spoke, “Up until now, we’ve been acting on the assumption that the fighting would start within the Caerleon Empire, right?”

“That’s right.”

Arendt added, glancing at Cantares who was nodding.

“I thought that would be the case, but Lexion told a slightly different story.”

In “The Blue Knight of the Holy Sword”, the starting point of the war was also within the Caerleon Empire.

But now things have changed quite a bit.

“He said that we also need to be on guard outside the Empire. He didn’t go into detail, but I guess he’s seen a lot of things while touring the lares recently.”

“…I see. I’ll have to contact him as soon as the meeting is over.”

Cantares, who had been listening quietly, answered seriously.

Next, Arendt turned his gaze to Llewellyn.

“Llewellyn, you too must return to the Everan Kingdom.”

“What? Why?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know? You’ve fought them yourself. It’s much better to have someone who knows the situation than to just hear about it.”

Arendt responded curtly to Llewellyn’s question.

Kendrick agreed.

“I agree with you, Your Highness. I appreciate your assistance to the Empire, but I think it would be better for you to return to your homeland for a while.”

“…Okay, then.”

“When you feel the royal family is sufficiently prepared, then rejoin. You take care of the union side,” Arendt added.

Although he still looked uneasy, Llewellyn readily agreed.

“Okay.”

When the war breaks out, it would ultimately be the Caerleon Empire that takes command.

By then, Llewellyn, who had been deeply involved in the affairs up to that point, would have no choice but to rejoin the Empire anyway.

“The one leading the evil cult now is someone they call a saint. And there’s one dragon, and a few more members of the Sword of the Broken Heart.”

Arendt began to explain again.

“The Sword of the Broken Heart is an organization that has roots in the Sacred Order of the Chernion Cult. I think it originally had a different name, but it seems to have changed its name after the defeat.”

“What was it called before?”

The Count, who had been listening quietly, quietly asked a question.

“I asked because I was curious. But he said it was a meaningless name and wouldn’t tell me. Anyway, all those who used the symbol of a sword piercing the heart and a snake belonged to that group.”

The group included Bethel, who was the owner of the Shadow of the Strong that Laius now owned, Rebecca, Warren’s lover, and Vincent and Blake, who were now dead.

“The one who leads the Sword of the Broken Heart is a saint who possesses the artifact that manipulates memories.”

“Could that person be a dragon?”

“Well, I don’t think so.”

Arendt denied Cantares’s question.

“This is just my guess, but perhaps they’re hovering around the Saint, taking on the role of a guard or protector? Instead of stepping forward, they might be assisting from behind.”

Just like Lexion, who tried to hide himself.

The Chernion Cult was unlikely to welcome Lexion’s involvement in this fight.

However, the Chernion Cult did not put any particular restrictions on Lexion, who acted as an evil cult member in the Nephele Kingdom.

In order to stop the dragon Lexion, the dragon belonging to the cult would have to come to the forefront as well.

Perhaps the evil cult was concerned about that.

Diana, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth.

“…By the way, what is the purpose of that dragon named Lexion? He doesn’t want to join us, but he’ll make a deal with you?”

“I don’t know. I tried to test the waters a bit, but it didn’t work.”

Arendt shrugged.

“Just confirming that we have a similar opinion to some extent is a huge achievement. It doesn’t seem like he has any intention of baring his teeth in our direction, and if we do it well, we can use each other.”

“You’re trying to use a dragon, you’re really…”

When Llewellyn muttered in disgust, Arendt sneered.

“That’s not something I want to hear from someone who almost died after asking to touch the dragon’s arm.”

“…”

Llewellyn’s mouth snapped shut.

Count Stadler, who was also feeling embarrassed, slowly looked away.

Arendt spoke again, looking at the two of them with pity.

“He doesn’t know the size of their force, but it’s probably not that big. They still have a few spirit stones left in their hands.”

Not only was Jiklin still alive and kicking, there was also a monster named Roger.

And a dragon as well.

The forces of the characters depicted in “The Blue Knight of the Holy Sword” was enormous.

Where on earth did they gather their numbers? They surged in numbers too great to handle, and laid waste to the Caerleon Empire.

Plus, the monsters created by Jiklin would also play a part.

“The ones you have to be most wary of are the monsters from the Sword of the Broken Heart. They’re already insanely strong, and they even have artifacts in their hands.”

Arendt held up his hand, which was covered in frost.

“You all know how powerful the artifacts are. They treat them as holy relics, so they will continue to persistently try to get them back. Llewellyn, that Until Dragonborn you have is the same.”

Llewellyn, whose name was suddenly called, unconsciously grabbed the artifact hanging around his neck.

“Uh, uh.”

“So be extra careful. Since you used it in front of Jiklin, they’ll know you have the Until Dragonborn.”

The artifact was a very powerful weapon.

It was clear that if it fell into their hands, the damage would be severe.

Llewellyn nodded with a grim face.

“…I understand. I will defend it with the determination to die.”

But that didn’t seem to be the answer Arendt was expecting.

His beautiful eyebrows instantly furrowed.

“What the hell are you talking about? If you think you’re going to die, just give it to them.”

“What? You just told me to be careful?”

“I’m telling you to be careful. Who would risk their life to protect it? It would be better to throw it far away and run away while the enemy is distracted. If it’s taken from you, you can just steal it back.”

At first glance, it sounded like warm words telling him to take care of his life first in any situation.

However, it was somewhat regrettable that the last words came out of the knight’s mouth.

While Llewellyn was unsure whether to be impressed or astonished, Arendt’s attention turned to Cantares.

“Have you heard anything from the elves?”

“It seems like the discussions with the other kingdoms aren’t over yet. The ship carrying the documents that the Second Kingdom was supposed to send has already departed. It should arrive soon.”

“Who is the head of the delegation?”

“Instructor Zakar and some of the elite of the Fog Forest Guard are coming. The captain of the guard is planning to join later.”

Under the pretext of exchange, Zakar and his men planned to remain in the Empire for a while.

During that time, they would be able to fully share the situation and assess their strengths.

Cantares continued.

“If we form an alliance right away, it will be centered around our Caerleon Empire, the Everan Kingdom, the Lucain Kingdom, the Nephele Kingdom, and the Second Elven Kingdom.”

To this extent, he could say it was pretty good.

No, he could say that the situation was incomparably better than when the war first started in “The Blue Knight of the Holy Sword”.

Kendrick burst out laughing.

“I feel embarrassed to say this, but… this is truly an incredible feat.”

Had there ever been an alliance of this scale since the end of the Great War?

As far as they knew, this was a first.

They brought order to both inside and outside the turbulent empire, and also obtained cooperation from other kingdoms.

And they confirmed the alliance with the other race, and succeeded in driving the dragon out.

It was the result of Arendt taking the lead in resolving all sorts of incidents and accidents one by one.

As a result of the ridiculous farce of the damned apprentice knight, the Caerleon Empire was able to prepare itself for its next battle.

Cantares’ gaze naturally fell on Arendt.

‘From when and how far have you been looking?’

No matter how he thought about it, Arendt’s movements, from inside the palace to organizing the Great Temple, did not seem like a coincidence.

Of course, it was Cantares who first freed him from his leash.

But the Crown Prince had no idea that this would turn out this way.

Arendt referred to the people in The Sword of the Broken Heart as monsters.

But in their eyes, Arendt was also a considerable monster.

Feeling the Crown Prince’s gaze, Arent tilted his head slightly and asked with a sharp tone.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No. It’s nothing.”

Cantares pretended not to know and waved his hand dismissively.

Laius, who had been silent, began to speak.

“I dedicate this victory to His Majesty the Emperor, His Highness the Crown Prince, and Lord Luce, the rightful owners of the Caerleon Empire.”

It was a calm declaration, as if he was simply stating an obvious fact, without a hint of agitation.

Although it was overly plain, it had the power to make even the listener straighten their backs.

But Arendt had a sullen expression on his face, as if he didn’t like what the captain said.

Laius, who noticed this, added:

“Of course, we must absolutely avoid dog deaths.”

“…Well, okay.”

Arendt pouted his lips in discontent, having been deprived of his words.

At that, those who had stiff faces each let out a small, suppressed laugh.