A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

There are things that, when you don’t know them, are darkness, but when you do know them, become light.

I understood it and recognized it.

Thus, I saw the path that had turned into light.

On this day, I placed my intentions above my instincts for evasion.

The best way to save the child was that.

This time, I had to mix instinct with intention.

'The thought that I must win by force.'@@novelbin@@

A narrow view.

I discarded that thought.

The wall is free.

What confines today is not necessarily only spears and swords.

Of course, the spear and sword were direct weapons.

They were physical entities that cut through flesh and bone.

But was that all?

Was that the only reality?

What truly confined me was the strategist’s mind.

I danced in his palm.

'So, where should I begin?'

Once again, today repeated itself, and there was only one thing left for Enkrid to do.

What should he do to break out of today?

The answer was already there in his previous experiences.

Enkrid now admitted that his mind wasn’t as sharp as he thought it was.

It felt like repeating the same mistake.

Previously, his vision had narrowed because he had been misled by the ferryman’s words.

This time, had the ferryman not helped, he wouldn’t have seen the real wall beyond the false one.

No, it would have taken more time.

So, was that a problem?

No.

In fact, even without the ferryman’s help, had he repeated today tens or hundreds of times in this very moment?

He would have done so.

He would have struggled on endlessly.

He wouldn’t have known surrender.

Eventually, he would have overcome it.

Suddenly, he thought of the little herbalist.

The child he saved, whom the mother had thanked, but he never saw the child again.

Was the comment he made back then said by accident?

Or did he truly want to live by gathering herbs?

What’s a dream, you ask? Isn’t the question itself odd?

In a world like this, talking about dreams might be a luxury.

“Interesting.”

But still, he would talk about it.

Still, he would ask.

Muttering to himself, he stood up and immediately saw an enemy soldier.

A late start today, different from usual.

“Here—!”