A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 334

When he woke up in the morning, Enkrid trained with Audin in the Isolation Technique. Afterward, he slowly swung his sword, meticulously controlling every muscle movement, before continuing his sparring sessions with Rem.

Between sessions, he made sure to eat his meals, sometimes snacking on herbal pies.

Given the sheer amount of physical activity, his eating and... other bodily functions were naturally just as intense.

Eating in large amounts was a given.

Outside of eating, sleeping, and relieving himself, Enkrid pushed his body to the limit like a madman.

The moment his body fully recovered, the first thing he did was break apart his barracks.

And after that?

Knowing how to observe himself, he pondered once again and resumed his relentless training.

Kraiss had indeed pulled some strings—no one else had come looking for him.

That was a welcome relief.

So much so that he had even declared he would no longer be accepting tribute from the Gilpin Guild.

But then, someone had insisted on meeting him.

When he stepped out of the barracks, an unexpected face greeted him.

"Did you get even more handsome?"

A muttered remark, accompanied by a smile.

That smile, that face—it was familiar.

Leona Lockfried.

The owner of a trade caravan and, once upon a time, a companion who had shared a night of conversation with him.

As Enkrid silently observed her, Leona smiled and asked,
"Surely, you haven’t forgotten my name?"

"There’s no way I’d forget."

She was certainly a memorable person.

Back then, she had asked if they could be friends.

A curious proposition, coming from a woman who had overthrown the previous caravan leader’s son and taken over the trade business for herself.

That night, they had eaten herbal pies, sipped on pumpkin soup, and strolled through the market together.

They had stayed up all night, exchanging jokes and talking about anything and everything.

But just because someone suggested friendship didn’t mean they immediately became close.

Still, a fondness had lingered.

A fondness that had nothing to do with romance—simply a human connection.

Now standing before him as the leader of her caravan, Leona wore sleek leather pants, a white shirt, and a fur-lined vest.

Her shirt was made from a material unlike anything Enkrid had seen before.

And the first thought that crossed his mind?

That fabric, if woven thicker, would make for excellent gambeson lining.

It was only natural for someone like him to think about battle, combat, and swords at all times.

Regardless, the two stood face to face in front of the barracks.

Kraiss, observing the scene, muttered,
"Where exactly does she see the handsomeness?"

Enkrid hadn’t shaved, his body was drenched in sweat, and he hadn’t even bothered to wash.

His hair, long overdue for a trim, was unkempt and damp with sweat, partially dried in uneven patches.

In other words—he looked utterly disheveled.

Kraiss wrinkled his nose.

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