A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 333

Graham’s lieutenant hesitated before voicing his concern.

"Can we really just leave him?"

It didn’t feel right.

They had just handed Enkrid over to some noble or a merchant guild master or whatever the hell he was.

Sure, they had found the man he was supposed to meet.

But wasn’t this something the lord could handle himself?

Of course, he couldn’t say all of that out loud.

So instead, he kept his question short.

Lord Graham responded while gripping his sword.

"And what if we don’t leave him?"

He lowered his blade slowly.

"I’m still the lord. If they don’t like it, they’ll have to take my head."

The lieutenant had a nagging feeling that Graham had been far too willing to gamble his own life lately.

But he didn’t say anything.

Because honestly?

If Enkrid really wanted to, taking over as lord would probably be effortless.

And more than anything—

Graham looked like he had already made peace with losing his head.

"Understood."

The lieutenant accepted it.

There was nothing more to say.

Instead, he simply watched his lord.

For the first time in a long while, Graham looked completely absorbed in something.

His eyes were half-lidded, his grip steady as he slowly lowered his sword.

"A crushing blade?"

Had Enkrid’s swordplay only left an impression on Esther?

No.

Graham’s heart was pounding.

His pulse raced.

An uncontrollable hunger and yearning coiled within him like a fire spiraling upward.

Emotion became fuel, driving his body into motion.

"Ah."

As his blade sliced through the air, a sudden realization struck him.

Graham thought about the training he had been doing—

Not just yesterday or the day before.

But for weeks.

He hadn’t been neglecting it.

No, he had trained.

But had he truly given it his all?

Had he done his best?

No.

He hadn’t.

He had let himself stagnate.

He had settled.

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