A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Worry, ignorance, despair.

Those who had been chasing Enkrid gave up.

The commander, who had been at the forefront, could not speak.

His adjutant, standing beside him, spoke quietly.

"We've lost him."

It couldn't be helped.

They had thrown the rope, thinking it was the last chance, but it was cut by sheer force, and the target had escaped.

It was superhuman strength.

And that wasn't the end of it.

As if he were immune to fatigue, he kept running forward, forward, without stopping.

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He never stopped running.

Seeing that, no one had the courage to chase anymore.

The target never stopped, always moving forward.

Eventually, running and walking continued.

At some point, the orders from the commander began to dwindle, and his steps slowed.

Enkrid had completely escaped the trap set by Abnaier.

Even the Grey Dogs stopped.

The commander of the Grey Dogs stared blankly at the trace of the vanished man.

Not only had they gone beyond the encirclement, but they had even entered the enemy's lines.

If they pursued further, they would be met with a counterattack.

Thus, it was over.

‘Abnaier, Abnaier.’

The commander of the Grey Dogs repeatedly muttered the name of the man who had claimed he would take full responsibility for everything.

Hadn't he said that it didn't matter if every soldier died, just to capture that one elite soldier?

"Yes, call me a fool in the future, if you will.

Go ahead and call me an idiot who sacrificed a thousand soldiers just to capture one elite soldier!"

Abnaier's impassioned speech echoed in his mind.

If they had all died, what would he have said then?

Half of the soldiers hadn’t died.

In fact, only a small number had.

Two sorcerers, a few mercenaries, two swordsmen from the Hurrier family.

The number of regular soldiers lost was minimal.

The enemy had evaded them.

They had carved out an impossible, almost unacknowledgeable escape route that anyone would refuse to admit.

The commander of the Grey Dogs accepted it.

‘We can't catch him.’

All that was left was the report.

Had they really sacrificed a thousand soldiers just to kill him and end up as tragic losers?

Abnaier couldn't even achieve that.

He had been denied even that chance.

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