A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 348

"I can’t go."

Right before the group was divided into those leaving and those staying, Kraiss was the first to refuse. Enkrid hadn’t planned on taking him in the first place.

"There’s too much work left here. Just don’t go getting yourself beaten up somewhere because I’m not around."

He said it with such confidence that Enkrid instinctively felt the need to nod in agreement.

"Yeah, getting beaten up is best avoided."

Saying it out loud almost felt like a renewed commitment.

Kraiss took a step back.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You’re gonna hit me, aren’t you?"

"Why would I?"

He had simply answered with genuine concern.

"Either way, I can’t go. The outposts need maintenance, and while I trust Leona, you should never let a merchant handle the warehouse alone—they’ll pick it clean."

That was precisely why Kraiss couldn't leave.

From laying down roads to dealing with those insufferable fools who called themselves nobles—when they were little more than privileged idiots—his plate was full.

Even if he had ten bodies, it wouldn’t be enough. But somehow, he still managed to do everything.

Which meant he also took all the rest he needed and met with all the people he wanted to see.

For the past ten days, he’d been seen going on what looked like dates with Nurat.

Nurat, the Black woman who served as the adjutant and personal guard of Garrett, the commander of the Green Pearl garrison.

Kraiss had first contacted Garrett, tying a letter to a crow’s leg, requesting reinforcements. He had said there was something important to discuss with her.

But was this discussion really about walking through the market and having meals together?

There had even been nights he hadn’t returned to his lodging. That meant only one thing.

Of course, none of that was Enkrid’s business.

"Commander Garrett is considering retirement, so a successor needs to be appointed."

Kraiss had decided to take control of the city’s operations.

His ambition was evident.

So, he’s set his eyes on krona.

It was obvious.

Kraiss wanted to make the city rich.

And when that happened, the excess wealth—the scraps that fell from the table—would be more than enough to gorge himself on.

At the same time, he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to profit from the civil war brewing on the horizon.

That was Kraiss’s endgame.

In practice, he had already started by setting up outposts and taking an interest in the various herbs and poisons found in the surrounding swamps.

Which is why—

"Ugh, my nerves are on edge, sending you off on such a long journey," Shinar sighed.

There was no one better than her when it came to exploring the swamps, identifying useful plants, and separating medicine from poison.

"Is that so?"

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