A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"I don’t know you, but do you know this?"

"Repent to the One True God, you whore."

The Wolf Bishop spoke.

At his gesture, the beast horde moved.

Two large wolves at the front, followed by a dozen others, raised their heads, saliva dripping from their yellow eyes. Their exposed fangs looked sharp enough to pierce through the flesh of giants or anything else.

Teresa did not budge.

She raised the shield in her left hand while letting her right hand hang loosely.

"There are so many interesting things in this world."

Teresa spoke what she wanted to say.

"You hungry dog, you heretic, let’s see how beautiful your innards are."

The bishop spoke only what he wanted to.

The Wolf Bishop sneered.

He was going to tear this heretic apart immediately.

He would cut off her limbs and take out her insides, showing them to her.

The bishop knew this was possible. He knew the sword called Teresa. He had used her abilities and skills before.

"I like fighting."

And madly so.

His lips twisted under his mask. It was a smile, not for anyone but a natural expression.

The Wolf Bishop had a similar natural expression.

The Wolf Bishop did not heed the heretic’s words.

Yet, Teresa spoke.

"Have you ever seen a giant fighting happily?"@@novelbin@@

No.

The bishop’s eyes began to turn yellow slowly.

"Rotten whore."

The bishop recalled the time when Teresa had been pinned beneath him, staring up at him with a stoic expression.

"Don’t think you’ll die easily."

"I’ll show you."

Her short words became a shining determination.

When was it? Was it after Enkrid cut her hair, or was it later?