A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 356

The six nobles said nothing.

They treated Crang and Enkrid as if they didn’t exist.

"Wait quietly. Do not speak unless spoken to. Keep your head down and do not make eye contact. When addressed, answer sincerely. When the Queen summons you, step forward and kneel on one knee."

Viscount Bentra approached and spoke in a low voice.

Enkrid nodded, making no reaction to the faint stench emanating from the man.

Only those with heightened senses or beastkin traits would have noticed such an odor.

Since no one else had stepped up, and Bentra was the only one giving instructions, it seemed he was the type to handle the dirty work.

A sudden thought crossed Enkrid’s mind.

"Are you being ostracized?"

Were the other nobles intentionally assigning him all the unpleasant tasks?

If that were the case, maybe he should tell him to wave a carrot around like Jaxon did.

Bentra didn’t even blink at the question.

His mental fortitude was impressive. No signs of wavering.

Does Count Molsen have a good eye for people?

Through the wide sleeves of his robe, Enkrid could see the man’s muscular arms.

They were the arms of someone who had wielded a sword for a long time.

The calloused palms, too, were familiar.

Hands that had burst open, healed, and then gripped a sword again—just like Enkrid’s own.

"Watch your mouth."

Bentra issued the warning.

Enkrid shrugged.

The interaction must have been interesting, as two of the nobles glanced their way.

But none of them actually spoke.

As they waited, a few nobles whispered among themselves, covering their mouths as they leaned in to speak.

They probably thought they wouldn’t be overheard.

But Enkrid, with his honed senses, caught everything.

"A low-class fool."

"I heard his skills are on par with a junior knight."

"Did the bastard bring him here as some kind of recommendation for the knighthood? As a thank-you for escorting him?"

"Look at the wretch he dragged along, calling him an ally."

"At least his face looks like it would suit rolling under a noblewoman’s skirts."

If Rem had heard that, would he have split their heads with his axe on the spot?

He did have a deep dislike for snobbish nobles.

Enkrid, however, remained indifferent.

How many times had he heard things like this?

It was easier to just ignore idle chatter.

As he let the nobles’ words drift past one ear and out the other, he glanced to the side.

Crang stood motionless, seemingly unbothered.

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