A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

The most foolish commander in the world, Jaxon, stood just behind the vanguard.

His gaze was fixed on Enkrid, who was leading the charge.

Now, what should he do?

He observed the enemy soldiers.

To be more precise, he read the entire enemy force through his senses.

There was no need to see everything with his eyes.

His trained senses allowed him to judge the enemy's strength just by hearing.

Unhesitant steps, confident shouts, the speed of their approach, and their calm gaze amidst it all.

Jaxon, analyzing his opponents in his own way, distinct from Audin's, slid his sword between the ranks.

A long blade emerged from his waist, thrusting forward.

"Kill them all!"

At first, it was a heavyset soldier wielding a warhammer.

The hammer, with a weight at its end, struck one of his allies' shields.

After the hit, the hammer bounced back with the elasticity of a spring, and the soldier recovered it.

With a swift motion, Jaxon’s blade pierced the soldier’s belly.

It thrust in deep and quickly retracted.

"Huh?"

What was that?

What else, it was just a blade.@@novelbin@@

Behind the shield, a cold gaze watched the enemy soldier.

With a swift motion, the sword, curving like a serpent, sliced the soldier's neck.

This was a technique Jaxon had roughly interpreted from observing Enkrid's sword technique.

It resembled a technique for a short blade, but it was different from Enkrid’s signature move.

"0|... Grrr..."

The man who had been about to speak collapsed, clutching his throat.

Whether he bled foam or not, both allies and enemies stepped over the soldier who had dropped his hammer.

Jaxon continued to repeat the same actions.

Hiding among his allies, he would stab once, then retreat.

His targets were only the elite soldiers.

A few, those whose deaths couldn’t be assured in one strike, he left alone.

Jaxon did his job thoroughly.

His own soldiers didn’t notice anything, but some of the commanders felt an unusual flow in the battle.

"Why does it feel like we’re winning?"

One of the allied platoon commanders asked.

Wasn’t the overall strength still evenly matched?

So why were they winning?

No one knew.