A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

The lightning strikes, how does one stop it?

Today repeated itself.

Whether the boatman was watching or not, Enkrid was consistent.

As always, unchanging.

Whether it was when he first took up his sword and set out to become a mercenary, or when, after being beaten up, he swung his sword towards a tree, it was no different from now.

No, there was something that had changed.

His sight had changed.

What he looked at had changed.

The way he thought had evolved.

His body had changed.

The sword in his hand had changed.

His dream had come closer.

Yet Enkrid was still Enkrid.

He continued to think every day.

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It was something that had no answer.

Of course, there was no problem.

It had always been the same.

For Enkrid, answers to problems were rare.

Everything around him told him to give up.

It forced him to settle for today.

He had even thought of ways to give up.

Was it the boatman’s trick, or was it always like this? There was never just one way to get through today.

‘What if I run away with everyone?’

What if, the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, with his body aching, he fled madly?

There were several carriages at the Green Pearl fortress.

What if he picked one and ran off?

Would the knights and guards chase him?

They usually only appear in the evening, but if he decided to flee from the morning, would they catch up?

Could they catch up?

He didn’t know.

In truth, he didn’t even need to know.

Because Enkrid wouldn’t do it.

There were many ways to run, and they were easy.

Even if Garrett caught him, it wouldn’t matter.

‘Maybe I should go to the rear and rest.’

Or.

‘I have to go back right away and take care of something.’

That’s all he needed to say.

Who would dare to do anything to the one who led the battlefield to victory and earned the highest achievements?

Within the fortress, there was already a subtly excited atmosphere.

Once Azpen withdrew, it would be a party right away.