A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

What had Abnaier done?

Abnaier’s advance had been slow, but it had never been leisurely.

In truth, he had been extremely busy.@@novelbin@@

It was like a swan, gliding gracefully on the surface while paddling furiously beneath.

From sorcery to structural preparations, there had been much to set up.

Building a fortress on a mountain slope would have been simpler than this.

This was the technique Abnaier had devised.

“Nilf, go ahead and start stacking stones here. Build a wall.”

His subordinate nodded as Abnaier traced his finger over the map.

“That’s an absurdly tight schedule.”

“Talk less, move more.”

First, he sent a commander with unwavering loyalty.

Nilf was meticulous. He would handle it well.

Then, he deployed a portion of his troops under the guise of a scouting party—when in truth, they were more like an engineering corps.

These men built the barricade between the hills.

It was the same barrier Enkrid had encountered.

Afterward, while maintaining the speed of the main force, Abnaier dispatched another detachment.

Stacking stones, digging trenches, laying traps—these weren’t things that could be done in an instant.

There’s no need for large-scale execution.

This was a strategy designed to eliminate elite units.

At most, it was meant for three people. At least, two. Maybe even just one.

Every factor had to be accounted for. Every scenario, anticipated.

That was how Abnaier operated.

He had been called a prodigy since childhood.

But what was the foundation of his brilliance?

Those who knew him often pointed to one particular trait: his boldness.

Or rather, his audacity to exploit people’s blind spots.

“You’re a bit insane.

Your tactics are daring, but they’re never feasible.”

That had been said to him during his training.

His classmate had been right.

Abnaier’s strategies were always audacious, and their probability of success was low.

But what if he could execute them?

That was where his second strength shone.

He was thorough.