A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"Didn’t I say fools tend to flock together?"

Rem muttered as he eyed one of the figures blocking their path.

The man wore a black robe, likely intending to conceal his identity, but the bulging stomach and distinctive mouth left no doubt who he was.

"Hah!"

The corrupt priest snorted.

Rem had mentioned him before they left. He’d seen the bloated idiot in the market, acting suspicious.

He’d also predicted that this fool might join forces with another fool.

That prediction was now coming true.

Though, in truth, it wasn’t so much a prophecy as it was basic deduction.

"Call me Prophet Rem," he said smugly.

It was like stumbling backward and narrowly dodging an arrow overhead—pure luck, but worth gloating about.

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"Fool Rem."

"Are your ears broken? I said Prophet."

"Prophets and fools are the same thing."

"You just made that up, didn’t you?"

"No."

Enkrid was straightforward and confident, and Rem, muttering curses, abandoned the idea of being called a prophet.

"There are many lost and foolish souls in this world. It is our duty to guide them to the divine and help them repent, to be reborn anew," Audin intoned, reciting a prayer.

It sounded more like he wanted to beat them all to death.

He always seemed particularly eager to kill this corrupt priest.

Enkrid stepped forward, representing his group.