A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"What the hell is up with that guy?"

Lykanos had heard the name Enkrid and had a general grasp of his abilities. Or at least, he thought he did.

That was why he had pulled out his hidden trump card.

It was supposed to be an unwinnable fight.

And yet, Enkrid survived.

He had only managed to disable one of his arms—didn’t even cut it off, just made it useless for a while.

"Hah."

Lykanos was stunned.

It was the first time he had drawn his blade and failed to accomplish his goal.

A Ki Blade—one of only two in existence.

A strike based purely on speed.

A hidden blade inside a mace.

And this bastard, who wasn’t even a knight, had managed to dodge it?

And even that wasn’t the end of it.

Even after losing an eye, Lykanos had given a hand signal.

Just in case.

The second hidden blade.

"Kill him."

His personally trained unit charged in.

And yet, they still failed to kill him.

"Lost an eye, too."

Half his world was now in darkness.

He had crushed herbs and smeared them over his wound, but that did nothing for the pain.

It hurt like hell.

Unless a high-ranking cleric miraculously appeared, becoming one-eyed was now a certainty.@@novelbin@@

And that pissed him off.

Failure and injury.

Two misfortunes stacked on top of each other.

His irritation flared—

"Shit, what a fucking mess. Hah."

—but with a single curse and a deep breath, Lykanos controlled his emotions.

"Have they moved yet?"

He asked.

"Yes."

Came the immediate response.

Lykanos recalled the orders he had given.

There was no use getting worked up.

Just because his hidden technique and elite unit had failed didn’t mean he was out of options.