A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"Banquet? Instead of that nonsense, why don’t you finish one more piece of paperwork?"

What is a throne?

What is a crown?

Now, Crang could answer with certainty.

‘A seat perfect for overworking oneself to death.’

There was too much work. Far too much. His head was about to explode from handling it alone.

But it had to be done, so he did it. Crang reduced his sleep and then made the king’s cook uncomfortable.

"You should eat properly, shouldn’t you?"

Marcus spoke beside him.

While chewing a sandwich, Crang widened his eyes at Marcus.

He spoke with his eyes instead of his mouth.

‘With all this work piling up, you want me to waste time lighting candles, holding knives and forks, and chatting with other nobles?’

"...Fine."

Marcus saw a new side of Crang. This man was a workaholic. Of course, there must have been a reason behind it.

Still, he had to speak his mind.

"Some nobles are trying to approach Enkrid."

Crang raised his head, which had been buried in paperwork, while still holding the sandwich.

Marcus calmly continued.

"They probably want to get the hero of the nation on their side."

Even though Crang had driven them out, how many nobles remained in the capital?

At a rough estimate, it would be over a hundred.

And if you added nobles from other regions?

Not all of them would be sharp or quick-witted.

There were probably those who remained loyal but also those who wanted to grab their share now that the civil war was over.

What was the best way for them to get the most?

To have the king himself call them a close friend.

The hero of the nation, who the king had passed the crown to during the memorial ceremony.

If they could have such a person in their territory? What about bringing him into their ranks? Moreover, the other side wasn’t even affiliated with anyone.

He was merely a company commander in the Border Guard.

So they would try every trick in the book, from using beautiful women to any underhanded scheme they could think of.

"People change," Marcus said.

Crang swallowed the sandwich and briefly met Marcus’s gaze.

The two of them, both with dark circles under their eyes, looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha."

"Phuhuhu."