A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

It all started on the day before Enkrid was assigned to the troublemaker platoon.

First, the previous platoon leader, who had tried to force his authority, died.

Then, a noble-born replacement strutted around arrogantly—until Jaxon beat him half to death.

The next one, who tried to discipline them through sheer rage, received a "mental re-education" in the form of threats from Rem and promptly left.

After that, every platoon leader that followed was similarly replaced.

With each new leader being churned out, it was only natural that even the company commander had something to say.

"If you plan to stay in the army, you should at least follow some rules, don't you think?"

At the remark from the company commander, Rem nodded.

"That’s right! But isn’t it all because of that damned stray cat over there?"

"The mouth that blames others is usually the real problem," Jaxon retorted.

Ragna, watching the exchange, calmly stated, "I don’t mind transferring to another unit."

Both Rem and Jaxon turned their heads toward him.

That tone—so indifferent, as if none of this concerned him. As if he was completely separate from the situation.

That languid way of speaking made it all the more irritating.

"That bastard?"

The most recent platoon leader had tried to correct Ragna’s "insincere attitude"—in reality, he had mistaken Ragna’s stillness for weakness and attempted to assert dominance.

The result? His skull was cracked open.

And yet, Ragna still maintained that detached attitude.

It was enough to set Rem off and make Jaxon’s gaze grow sharp.

That was twenty days ago.

For twenty whole days, the platoon had been left leaderless.

The company commander had a headache.

The battalion commander had washed his hands of the matter, telling him to handle it himself—but was that even possible with these guys?

And what would happen if he admitted, "I just can't control them"?

That would be the same as confessing he was incompetent. A complete fool.

And the battalion commander? He’d only have one thing to say.

"You can't even control a single squad of men?"

Given the battalion commander’s personality—one who always shifted blame—it was obvious how things would go.

‘Might as well let them all go out and die in battle.’

No matter how dangerous the battlefield, these lunatics came back with nothing more than a few scratches at most.

And even those scratches were rare.

Why were fighters of this caliber stuck in a unit like this?

Well, considering their behavior, it wasn’t hard to figure out.

Rem, for instance, had been assigned to the 1st Heavy Infantry Company—and had cracked his superior’s skull before ending up here.

Even now, the 1st Company ground their teeth whenever they saw him.

And Rem? He seemed to enjoy the sound, as if it were some kind of symphony.

"I suppose there’s no choice."

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother, I shall take temporary command of them. Surely, this is but a trial from the Lord, meant to test me, his small and fragile servant."@@novelbin@@

Audin spoke with solemn conviction.

The company commander was left speechless.

This religious zealot? The one who always sat still, his complexion ashen, as if he were already halfway to the afterlife?