A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

“The Lord who spreads glory and shines light upon this land spoke thus.”

The man with a shaved head said.

As soon as he finished, Enkrid tilted his head.

“I am a servant of glory.”@@novelbin@@

So, he was one of those who used the words of the holy scriptures as a form of greeting—a priest.

“What brings you here?” Enkrid asked.

“I’ve come to bestow blessings.”

The priest smiled faintly.

‘What blessings, suddenly?’

Enkrid thought for a moment.

‘These kinds of blessings are usually given before a battle, aren’t they?’

Nevertheless, the priest continued his speech without any concern.

“By the touch of glory that protects this land, a hero has been bestowed upon this territory. Hehehe.”

Like the unusually developed sense of smell that Crona had.

It was a sixth sense, a new sense that allowed the dwarf to understand the nature of those around her.

No, was it more that she could sense that the person before her didn’t intend to hide anything?

The man, who had been speaking of scriptures and blessings, eventually declared that it was his prayers that had kept the territory safe for the past three days and nights, without sleep.

Rem, adjusting his fur, looked up.

What the hell was he talking about?

It was clear from his expression.

“Don’t,” Enkrid said, cutting off Rem before he could act. Ragna, who had been ignoring everything, paused mid-step as he made his way to the lodging.

The shift in his posture was subtle, but it was a sign that he was alert.

Enkrid raised his hand to show Ragna his palm. It was a signal to stop.

Rem might have shown small signs before causing trouble, but Ragna, if provoked, would immediately throw a punch.

Of course, the most dangerous one was Jaxon.

He could strike before anyone even noticed.

“Don’t do anything,” Enkrid said again. He could feel anger and frustration in the air, but it was different for him.

However, he knew that he was the only one who remained level-headed. It wouldn’t be good to kill or even beat a priest in the middle of the territory, especially in the heart of the barracks.

Although... maybe just a little hit would be fine?

“This is troublesome,” Kraiss said with a cold tone. His words made it sound like he was more concerned about how to hide the body than about the priest’s blasphemous actions.