A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"So, what exactly is your problem?"

Hmm, he's still here.

Kraiss was still standing in front of me.

He waved his hand in front of my eyes, back and forth, then spoke.

"Do you see this? Ah, can you even hear what I'm saying?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, so you can hear me now."

"My ears are working fine."

"Your head, on the other hand, I’m not so sure about."

If he was trying to provoke me, should I give him a good punch?

Was Kraiss acting up because Rem was off somewhere?

Before I could make a move, Kraiss opened his mouth again.

"If this is about that weird question earlier, ask Esther. And do you even realize how much urgent work we have piled up right now?"

"I’ll delegate everything to you. Handle it."

"Ah, shit, so you’re planning to run away!"

"Everything except that."

Kraiss muttered something under his breath, the kind of curse I didn't need to hear, then turned around.

"Why is this my life?"

His lament carried a strange familiarity. At least he wasn’t planning to run away.

I placed my hand on Esther’s head again.

Even if she couldn’t become human, the knowledge inside her wouldn't just vanish.@@novelbin@@

What I had seen so far proved that Esther wasn’t just an ordinary spellcaster.

Among those who materialized mysteries through spells, she was something special.

So, maybe she knew something.

I wasn’t expecting much when I asked.

"Esther, you heard that, right?"

I tossed out the question casually.

Esther slowly raised her upper body.

If she had been human, her bones would have cracked and popped. But her lithe panther body simply arched and stretched like a bow before settling again.

She drew something on the ground with her claws.

Scratch, scratch.

A simple drawing.

One shape, then three lines extending behind it.

What the hell is this?

Her artistic skills made it a puzzle.

An abstract piece?

She moved a little away from the first drawing and etched out something long and sharp.