A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 362



Chapter 362

Five steps away from Crang, a whip-wielding bodyguard stood on high alert, scanning the surroundings.

Besides him, another warrior—a bald, imposing figure—stood like a statue behind Crang, his back turned toward them.

It was a well-trained body.

Enkrid could tell at a glance.

This wasn’t some half-baked fighter.

Seeing them, Enkrid thought of Andrew.

Right now, Andrew was probably scowling inside the ballroom.

He had once lamented that when he attended noble gatherings, people didn’t even acknowledge him as a ghoul.

At least a ghoul was recognized as something.

They didn't even look at him.

A third-rate noble. A mere baron—barely that. And a fool who had bet on the wrong horse.

Who would waste their time on him?

Even the butler at the entrance had ignored him.

“Baron Andrew Gardner? You’re actually here?”

The butler didn’t even bother to address him with respect.

Andrew sighed internally but responded impassively.

“Why? Am I somewhere I’m not supposed to be?”

“Your invitation?”

“Seems it got misplaced. How careless.”

“…Very well, you may enter.”

The butler let him in with a sour expression.

Enkrid, acting as his escort, had no right to enter.

Not that he cared.

He had stepped inside a few times before, long enough for people to notice and gossip about him.

After that, the host had forbidden any escorts from entering.

Enkrid hadn’t been interested in the ballroom anyway.

He had come to observe the atmosphere. To meet Crang.

Honestly, part of him had hoped another self-important fool would show up in the dark streets to throw around threats.

But no such luck.

Instead, he had found Crang and asked his question.

“The knights.”

Crang fell silent, thinking.

His pupils didn’t waver. His expression didn’t tense.

He was simply choosing his words.

And then he answered.

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