A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 352

Crang found the experience to be quite novel.

Is this what it feels like to be under a knight’s protection?

It was a peace unlike anything he had ever felt while wandering the continent.

Despite facing more assassination attempts than in any other situation before, he still felt secure.

The ambush by those disguised as merchants was crushed before it could even begin, but that was just the start.

Later, they entered the city of Midpool.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

The son of the landowner wept with joy.

Despite the pain of his shattered ankle, he seemed ready to kiss the ground in gratitude.

Of course, he didn't actually press his head against the filthy earth, but the emotion was evident.

Having escaped death, then enduring the harrowing journey in a state of perpetual tension, his reaction was only natural.

“Even if that man had been an assassin, no one would have been harmed.”

One of Crang’s escorts remarked upon the situation.

“I think so too,” Crang whispered, nodding in agreement.

Had they harmed or ignored the landowner’s son, the assassination guild would have framed them for murder.

Thus, it was clear that the landowner’s son had no direct ties to the assassins.

Even so, no one let their guard down.

That was the core of what Crang’s escort meant.

Throughout the journey, the landowner’s son remained at the center of their group—placed where he could do nothing even if he attempted any tricks.

At the same time, Crang himself maintained a deliberate distance from him, while Enkrid treated his injuries and rifled through his belongings.

His touch was meticulous, though the recipient barely seemed aware of it.

How could he, when he was in excruciating pain, on the verge of losing his ankle?

Enduring such agony without complaint would have been stranger.

For an ordinary person, maintaining composure in such a condition was nearly impossible.

If he were weak-willed, he would have sobbed and begged for his life.

Even if he was resilient, for someone experiencing such suffering for the first time, remaining calm was an unlikely feat.

Thus, Enkrid’s group carefully observed him as they made their way into Midpool.

The city's walls, reinforced and expanded over time, were constructed from stones of various colors, giving them an unusual appearance.

It was a defining trait of Midpool.

Cities in Naurillia often took pride in mimicking the grandeur of the capital’s walls—an understandable aspiration, given the capital's overwhelming splendor.

With monsters and beasts running rampant across the continent, even bandits couldn't operate in small numbers.

As a result, there were no isolated homes or small villages on the continent.

Humankind had survived by building massive cities, evolving in that manner.

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