A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

To Kraiss, this was the most obvious conclusion.

Why throw your life away in a battle with no chance of victory?

Why fight here, fully prepared to die?

Maybe if reinforcements were coming, it’d be a different story.

But looking at the situation logically, the chances of that were slim.

Slim, but not nonexistent.

If they wanted to see even the faintest glimmer of those reinforcements, they had to let go of certain things.

Green Pearl. The Border Guard Fortress.

They had watchtowers, freshly dug trenches, and other defenses. But if they got attacked from both sides, none of it would matter.

What we have now is meaningless.

Looking toward the future was sometimes the wiser choice. Endurance alone wasn’t always the answer.

Kraiss had already worked through these thoughts and reached his conclusion.

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"Let’s run."

Enkrid looked at the wide-eyed man, considering him.

His eyes seem fine this time.

He didn’t look like he was paralyzed by fear.

Then was he asking without knowing what would happen if they fled?

Enkrid expanded his vision, scanning the room.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

Whatever decision he made, they would follow.

That’s how it looked.

Even One-Eyed, who was lurking outside the tent, seemed ready to follow.

Esther, of course, was beyond question.

And if Rem, who was off somewhere sleeping like a log, returned to find him missing—he’d hunt him down no matter what.

Ragna? Even if they split up, got lost again and again, he’d find his way back.

Why?

Who was he to them?

What had they seen in him to follow him like this?

He couldn't force his will on them.

He couldn’t impose his own convictions on them.