A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

It is often said among the people of the continent about the Easterners:

“They are tough, stubborn, and incredibly persistent.”

Hans was one of those Easterners.

And among those Easterners who remained in Martai, most of them shared the mindset of:

“Let’s see how well you do.”

It meant they harbored ill feelings towards the current lord.

Hans was one of those.

“Block the colony? Damn, isn’t this some kind of rigged game?”

Hans, who had a deep understanding of dice games, thought carelessly.

If dice games were rigged, well? The only ones who win are those who are meant to, right?

Usually, when a threat arose in Martai, the Eastern mercenary king would be called for support.

However, after a defeat in battle, the lord died. The commander changed, and the land became a vassal of the Border Guard.

After that, things suddenly took a turn, and a great danger befell the land. A few soldiers from the Border Guard came to resolve it.

“Damn, none of this feels right.”

Hans thought the whole situation was a load of crap.

If those few soldiers could chase off the monsters, then they weren’t even a real threat, were they?

Unlike the soldiers who fought on the frontlines, Hans, who had become a vassal of the land, did not witness Enkrid's battle.

He was busy drinking and sleeping. He separated the land’s danger and his own safety.

There were two factions forming quietly.

The Easterners and the continentals couldn’t get proper information flowing due to their alliance.

But the ones who knew knew everything, and Hans only listened to what he wanted to hear.

He was a typical fool.

His job was to use his fists here and there to earn some silver coins.

“I’ll go out and fight.”

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Humans with dog heads? They were just dogs with human heads, weren’t they?

A single spear thrust would do the trick.

Being beaten by wild dogs? How could that be called being an Easterner?

An Easterner should be brave enough to kill a lion with a sword.

That’s what the mercenary king did.

At eighteen, he killed a lion with just a sword.

He had killed dozens of humans, tasting human flesh.