A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

As Enkrid moved to the forefront of the unit, a sharp-eyed scout spoke up.

"Someone’s coming."

Just as he said, a lone figure trudged forward from the viscount’s forces. The sun, obscured by clouds, cast a faint light upon the figure’s head.

A big one?

They were large—about the same size as Audin.

Enkrid watched intently from a distance, his gaze fixed on the figure whose presence seemed to distort perspective in an uncanny way. The man wasn’t riding a horse; he was walking forward on his own two feet.

Neither fast nor slow, but exuding confidence.

After all, stepping into the heart of the battlefield alone was nothing if not an act of sheer confidence.

"Should we shoot?"

One of the archers asked.

"No."

Enkrid answered.

Even with his command, some of the archers hesitated, hands briefly gripping their bowstrings before letting go.

A battle always began with a volley of arrows—that was the fundamental rule of war.

Grr! Woof! Grrr!

Wolves barked behind the approaching man. They were loud—annoyingly so—but the man simply dug a finger into his ear and shouted.@@novelbin@@

"My name is Lykanos! Send out your best fighter!"

With his declaration, he stomped his foot. A heavy boom followed, sending tremors through the ground.

How is he that strong?

The soldiers’ morale plummeted into an icy silence. If Rem had taken a hit, and this new opponent was even fiercer, then things were getting serious. Even compared to the legendary Enkrid, he didn’t seem lacking.

Breaking the enemy’s spirit before a battle even began—this was one of the most effective strategies of all.

A duel.

If you had a winning hand, you played it.

The Black Blade thieves had undoubtedly prepared their own cards for this.

Ragna stepped forward. Audin reacted as well.

Before either could move, Enkrid drew his sword and swung it downward.

Not fast, not heavy.

Whoosh.

The blade, glowing faintly blue, traced a sharp arc through the air, stopping both of them in their tracks.

"This one's mine. You two handle something else."

His gaze remained locked onto Lykanos.

Even as he focused on the fight, Enkrid was already thinking about the broader battlefield.

How many battles would follow? What could be gained from this encounter?

Kraiss had set the stage. Now it was up to Enkrid to take the winnings and move forward.

When did I start getting this confident?

A confidence was rising in his chest, urging him toward the battle.