A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 347

Enkrid had declared his intent to escort Crang, but that wasn’t something that needed to happen immediately.

“We’ll stay here for ten days, maybe a week at the shortest, before moving,” Marcus said.

“Wouldn’t staying longer be dangerous?” Kraiss interjected with a question.

Marcus shook his head. “Do you really think we came all this way just to meet one person? That’s too much of a risk for something so simple.”

Kraiss immediately understood. So did Enkrid.

They had come to see him, but that wasn’t the only reason for their journey.

Coming to Border Guard itself was a gamble, which meant there had to be another purpose—one of practical importance.

And that made sense.

Count Molsen was a powerful figure, one whose influence reached even into the aristocratic circles of the capital.

Avoiding his watchful eyes and ears was already difficult enough.

And then there was the Queen, still firmly seated in the central court.

Whether she truly had no interest in the succession or was harboring hidden ambitions remained unknown.

Yet, in this climate, someone was attempting to seize the throne from her.

Would it be easy? Or difficult?

There was no established foundation, no secured position, no clear advantage.

All that existed was a claim to royal blood—though one through a bastard line.

‘No… he does have that peculiar charisma, too.’

For Kraiss, this was only the second time he had encountered someone whose very existence seemed to radiate light.

The first, of course, was Enkrid.

‘The commander is definitely unusual.’

To Kraiss, Crang was distinct in his own way.

He was someone who drew others in, used them as stepping stones, and continued pressing forward.

He was reminiscent of a great ship, carrying its passengers as it moved ahead.

Enkrid, however, was not a ship. He was a flag.

A lone figure standing tall, marching forward, sometimes serving as a landmark, sometimes as a goal, and at times as a shield that blocked the way.

‘And he’s ridiculously talented on top of that.’

At any rate, that great ship—no, Crang—was engaged in a battle against the odds.

And yet, the fact that he wasn’t just enduring but achieving something significant was proof of his and his people’s exceptional capabilities.

“Alright, so are we going or not?”

Rem, now thoroughly warmed up after shaking off the cold, was practically buzzing with energy.

Of course, he hadn’t understood a single word of the conversation.

Picking his nose, he demanded, “Just say it already.”

“Wait.”

Enkrid knew how to handle beasts. He raised his palm slightly and spoke to Rem in a firm but soothing tone.

“Not yet. Wait.”

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