A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"Oh… this is actually good."

Enkrid stood on the platform, having just declared that he was sending assassins after the enemy commander.@@novelbin@@

Of course, that wasn’t actually happening.

Not yet, anyway.

Right now would be the worst possible time to send a strike force.

Kraiss knew this better than anyone.

Which was why he intended to milk Enkrid’s words for all they were worth.

What would happen if this reached enemy ears?

If he were in their shoes?

They wouldn’t act rashly.

They’d bolster their security, reinforce their guards, heighten their patrols.

Which meant they’d be even less likely to launch an all-out attack.

They’ll hesitate even more.

He even made a show of secretly moving their troops at night, leaking just enough information for enemy spies to report back.

Kraiss was using Enkrid’s statement to its fullest potential.

Even better than expected.

The entire strategy had been built on the assumption that neither side wanted to make the first move.

It was already bound to work well— but with Enkrid’s words thrown into the mix, it became even stronger.

I knew he was sharper than he lets on.

Enkrid pretended to hate using his brain, but he was a natural strategist.

His instincts were solid.

And this time, it had worked flawlessly.

The enemy forces, already wary of each other, did not move.

Instead, they focused on reinforcing their defenses.

More torches burned through the night.

Their scouts ran themselves ragged, their horses and riders panting from exhaustion.

Yet despite how well things were going, Kraiss still couldn’t shake his unease.

How do I fix that?

Seeing things with his own eyes would help.

And the best way to see a battlefield was, of course, through reconnaissance.

"Scouts will decide the outcome of this battle."

Kraiss stated firmly.

Venzance nodded harder than he ever had in his life.

"No shit."

And after that, he ran his scouts into the ground.