A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

“Well, how did it go?”

The question came from Edin Molsen’s father.

Seated at his desk, head bowed as he scribbled with a quill, he spoke without so much as glancing up, leaving Edin’s escort to address the top of his head.

Standing stiffly at attention, the escort opened his mouth.

“He’s opened Will. At least at the level of a junior knight.”

Rise, open, touch, awaken, achieve.

There were many ways to describe someone who had unlocked their Will, but only one thing truly mattered here:

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The man with the black hair and blue eyes—a tempting prize but not someone worth bringing in immediately—was now of considerable interest.

“He’s unlocked Will?”

The quill that had been scratching against parchment froze. The count lifted his head, and the change in his expression was unmistakable.

The escort thought it a rare occurrence to see such a shift and watched as the count repeated the phrase, lost in thought.

‘I knew the rumors weren’t ordinary, but Will?’

It meant the man had truly reached the level of a junior knight.

The difference between someone “at the level of a junior knight” and an actual junior knight was like night and day.

Comparing a clumsy swordsman to someone who wielded Will wasn’t even a discussion.

And yet, the world often tossed around terms like “junior knight-level” carelessly.

It simply meant someone who, without possessing Will, could fight on par with a junior knight.

The count knew better than anyone how meaningless such terms were.

The count put his quill down entirely and leaned back in his chair.

“He’s unlocked Will?”

The words he had just spoken echoed in his mind, unbidden.

This wasn’t something to dismiss lightly.