A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

The marketplace was a complete madhouse.

People pushed and shoved each other. A construction worker, caught in the chaos, was knocked to the ground and rolled toward Enkrid, curling into a ball and clutching his head in a desperate attempt to protect himself. Survival instincts at their rawest.

Thwack!

"Shut up and keep moving!"

Several patrolling soldiers could be seen swinging their spear shafts, barking orders at the unruly crowd.

Enkrid’s senses sharpened to an unprecedented level, his concentration a blade honed to its finest edge.

He recalled how he had taken down the centaur leader.

At that moment, it had felt as though every element around him was within reach, every tool and path laid out before him. He knew exactly where to step, how to act, and what to use.

Now, he remained perfectly still, his half-lidded eyes calm as his breathing steadied.

"Boss?"

Kraiss’s voice betrayed a hint of unease as he called out to Enkrid.

Not far from the fallen construction worker, a middle-aged woman and a small child had also been pushed to the ground by the panicked crowd.

People instinctively kept their distance from Enkrid, not wanting to risk being caught in whatever was about to unfold.

This created a bubble of space around him. Within this bubble were the construction worker, the woman, and the trembling child.

The boy, pale with fear, quivered violently. His sleeve was torn, and blood dripped steadily from his scraped elbow.

“He’s hurt,” Kraiss muttered, glancing at the boy.

Still, he didn’t intervene. It wasn’t a girl, and Kraiss knew better than to act rashly in a moment like this.@@novelbin@@

Fighting wasn’t his forte, but understanding when to stand firm and trust his leader? That, he knew well.

The boy’s head hung low, his frightened eyes darting around, unable to suppress his terror enough even to cry.

Enkrid, having steadied his breathing, suddenly flicked the dart he had been holding.

The motion was so fast that Kraiss couldn’t even see his hand move. In an instant, the dart sliced through the air, aiming for the construction worker’s thigh.

But the man twisted his ankle and narrowly dodged.

The dart grazed the thick fabric of his pants before embedding itself in the ground.

To an untrained eye, it might have looked like a lucky escape. But such precise movement in a moment like this? It wasn’t luck.