A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 372

Crang reflected on his mistake.

The plan had been full of gaps from the start, so the mistake itself wasn’t the issue.

What mattered now was knowing what was needed and confirming what had to be done.

And he did just that.

What he needed most right now was time. And to buy that time, he needed to take action.

"Marcus Baisar."

"Yes, sir."

"Can you get out and call for help?"

"…It seems I must."

Crang was confined to the reception room assigned to him. It was a small, private chamber referred to as an outer annex in the palace.

A place where guests stayed, not one equipped with defensive structures.

Since he was not yet formally recognized as a Grand Duke or anything else, all he had was this reception room connected to his sleeping quarters.

And so, he was now trapped here.

As soon as Crang finished speaking, Matthew, his whip-wielding guard, hurled a stool at the window.

Crash!

The glass shattered.

Matthew used the handle of his whip to break and clear away the remaining shards.

The window was wide enough. Big enough for a person to slip through.

"My guards should be outside."

Marcus spoke as he approached the window.

It was three stories high. Not exactly low, but there was a large tree in the garden outside. If he grabbed onto the branches as he fell, he wouldn’t die.

Crang remained seated, arms crossed. His thoughts weren’t chaotic. In fact, they had become simpler, clearer.

Viscount Mernes had staged a rebellion.

A mad act with no way back.

But…

"It was the right move."

Crang acknowledged it.

That halfwit Viscount Mernes had, in truth, turned out to be sharp and perceptive.

"So, will you use every means at your disposal?"

It was like pressing a dagger against the throat, blade honed to perfection.

Crang had come to the palace for the Grand Duke’s appointment ceremony. Everything he had done up until now was for a single purpose.

A simple, straightforward goal.

To gather the trash and dispose of it.

That was also how he intended to solve the problem the Queen had given him.

"Turn all the ministers to your side."

Crang murmured, resting one knee against his chest. It was a small whisper, barely audible even to himself.

If he reversed the meaning of those words—

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