A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 389

The day, which always ended before the sun set, had changed. Ragna, the proof of that change, turned his body.

After letting his sword fall and catching his breath, the squire, who had looked like a reaper, collapsed behind him.

Blood flowed from the severed end. The already crimson carpet had been freshly stained with more blood.

“How...?”

Enkrid opened his mouth. It wasn’t to the point of shock, but he was definitely surprised.

He was genuinely curious. That’s why he asked.

Was he asking how Ragna got here? Even ?rang, who had been watching, thought the same. It had been a fortunate timing, a stroke of luck that intervened at just the right moment.

In reality, it was the result of a repeated day, the twisted end of today, but ?rang couldn’t have known that.

While Ragna silently wiped the blood off his sword, Enkrid asked the question that had been on his mind.

“How did you find your way here?”

How could this not be surprising?

Ragna had come here alone. He hadn’t secretly followed him from behind; he must have come from the castle gate.

If the goddess of fortune hadn’t kissed him—if she didn’t directly take him by the hand and guide him—such an event would never have happened.

In response to Enkrid’s question, Ragna puffed out his chest.

It almost seemed like he had come all this way just for this moment.

“I know a shortcut.”

“Luck?”

Enkrid asked, his question implied.

Was it by luck that you got here?

Ragna also gave an implied response.

“Skill.”

The ability to find shortcuts was something he was born with.

?rang blinked.

What the hell were these idiots doing?

It was an incomprehensible conversation.

Wasn’t this the conversation of a bunch of madmen?

Well, ?rang couldn’t really say anything. The important thing was that he was alive.

The night hadn’t even fully arrived yet.

?rang realized that the work he had prepared was already finished before it had even started.

“I almost pissed myself.”

?rang said as he slumped down.

It wasn’t something a man who wanted to be a king of a nation should be saying, but saying that didn’t diminish ?rang’s dignity. He was that kind of person.

Why would his dignity be lowered for rejoicing in surviving as a human being?

Even if someone had asked, he would have said just that.

Enkrid finished his brief conversation with Ragna and roughly adjusted his twisted right wrist with his left hand.

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