A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

For three days straight, Enkrid immersed himself in contemplation and recollection.

He had no other choice.

He had pushed his body to the brink, to the point where it was a miracle he hadn’t sustained any lasting injuries.

As a result, his physical training was kept to the bare minimum.

A few movements to maintain flexibility and some simple sword swings in the air to keep his senses sharp—that was all.

The rest of his time was dedicated to thinking and reviewing past experiences.

But it wasn’t boring.

"Using your body in this state is like trying to fill a broken vessel with water, Brother."

Audin’s words made it clear—no matter how much effort he put in now, it would all slip away like water through cracks.

In the past—before he began reliving today over and over again—he wouldn’t have cared whether the vessel was cracked or shattered. He would have pushed through anyway.

But now, he understood.

Rest was necessary.

"You must rest properly to move forward, Brother.

There was once a goat named ‘Nu.’

Nu could walk without stopping.

He had strong legs—so strong that he believed he had been given them for the sole purpose of moving forward.

So, Nu never stopped walking.

Seeing this, the Lord said, ‘If you walk without looking at where you’re going, you will never know where you are.’"

Audin launched into a sermon.

It wasn’t unpleasant to listen to.

Teresa knelt beside them, quietly listening as well.

Strangely enough, they suited each other.

Their statures were similar, for one. They were even jokingly called the "Giant Siblings" because of it.

Looking at them now, they even gave off a similar atmosphere.

After Audin’s sermon—which was, in truth, more of a lecture—Teresa calmly recounted what had happened to her.

Their first meeting had been awkward, but Enkrid knew how to ease people into conversation.

If conversation was a skill, then Enkrid was an expert at it.@@novelbin@@

"We’re both resting because we’re injured."

"Yes, that’s right."

"You killed the bishop. Aren’t they out for blood now?"

"I don’t know."

"What’s their response?"

"I’ll do what I can."

Surprisingly, Teresa wasn’t well-informed about the movements of the cult.

Trying to extract information from her was proving difficult.

Even so, Kraiss seemed to be piecing things together from what little she did know.