A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

The assassin disguised as a middle-aged noblewoman felt her throat dry up.

Every time the blue eyes behind the black hair casually trailing her landed on her, a shiver ran down her spine.

'Here.'

The moment she stepped into the reed field, she attempted to hide.

It was her turn to shake off her pursuer and demonstrate her specialty.

And then it happened.

Boom!

The deafening sound startled her. What was that? Instinctively, she drew her dagger, its edge coated in poison, and positioned herself defensively.

A shadow suddenly loomed over her.

It was just after the explosive sound, like a bursting drum or a lightning strike.

Though her reaction was quick and commendable, it wasn't enough.

"Is this the place?"

Startled by the cryptic question, the woman raised her head.

Flash!

Lightning cracked above her, and her thoughts were cut short.

A person with two heads could hardly think coherently, after all.

Using the Heart of Might, Enkrid launched himself forward, shortening the distance and vertically cleaving the assassin’s skull.

It was simple but entirely unexpected by the assassin.

Shouldn't this have been the time to catch his breath, remain cautious of hidden assassins, or prepare for traps?

Instead, he closed the distance and split the woman's head in one decisive move.

Blood sprayed everywhere, painting the reeds and splattering onto Enkrid's clothes.@@novelbin@@

He glanced at the sword in his left hand, admiration flickering in his eyes.

'This was just a blade I carried around?'

Once again, he realized the dwarf’s craftsmanship was extraordinary.

While it lacked the mystical aura of a famed sword, it was sturdy and sharp enough to impress.

The thick blade gave him confidence—it could deflect most attacks without issue.

More than just a functional weapon, it was practical to the extreme.

He didn’t even need a separate guard sword. This blade was versatile enough to handle any situation.