A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 361

“Could they be trying to use poison or some other trick?”

As soon as dawn broke the next morning, Enkrid posed the question.

Jaxon, hearing it, shook his head.

He was back to his usual self now.

Expressionless, indifferent, and composed.

However, a faint murderous intent lingered in his tone.

“They won’t pull the same stunt again.”

Jaxon’s voice, as he uttered those words, was like a shard of ice plucked from a glacier—cold and sharp. There was a quiet scorn in it, directed at those who had acted in his absence.

Of course, the cold, murderous smile vanished as soon as it appeared.

He returned to his usual indifferent, haughty demeanor, the kind that wouldn’t flinch even if pricked by a needle.

“So you’ll make sure of it?”

Enkrid asked. Jaxon gave a detached nod.

That was enough.

Just as he said, the entire day passed without incident. The ones who had stepped forward to issue warnings never showed up again.

Would they really come back after just one day?

No, even after two or three days, they likely wouldn’t dare.

They had only come when he was alone—there was no reason for them to show up when he was surrounded by others.

Enkrid spent another day in training.

With no distractions, he focused entirely on his drills, putting both Andrew and the five trainees through their paces.

“Spare me.”

One of the trainees unconsciously muttered.

“Yes, today’s single stroke will be what saves you tomorrow.”

Enkrid replied earnestly to the trainee’s desperate plea, earning applause from Dunbakel.

“A fine saying.”

“It’s not a saying, you idiot beastkin. It’s a declaration that he’s not going to listen to that kind of whining.”

Rem interjected with a sneer.

Their conversation barely reached Enkrid’s ears.

It certainly didn’t reach the trainees. And Rem likely kept his voice low on purpose, understanding why Enkrid responded the way he did.

• Marcus Baisar, the Thumb.
• The Lachhon family, which had long been part of the military, was the Index Finger.
• The Count of Molsen, ruler of the borderlands, was the Middle Finger.
• The Marquis of Octo, in charge of the kingdom’s treasury, was the Ring Finger.
• The Pinky Finger was a family tasked with guarding the royal palace—its name unknown.

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