A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

How many nobles were there in the capital?

Not all of them were decent.

It was something that could easily be realized with just a little thought.

"What do you think? If you come to my territory, I can give you a manor along with the title of Territory Guardian..."

It all started with Baron Somerset.

Enkrid usually tried to be gentle in turning people down.

"I'm not interested."

It was a situation he had never experienced before. Had he ever received such attention from nobles in his life?

Enkrid pushed the noble away by clearly stating his intentions.

"U-um."

Baron Somerset was speechless. It was due to Enkrid's firm tone in rejecting the offer. What he didn’t realize was that this was Enkrid being polite.

Still, Somerset couldn’t help but think it was rather rude.

He knew Enkrid was a skilled man, but how could anyone live by just relying on a sword?

Everyone needed a background.

Surely, if Enkrid wanted to make a name for himself in the capital, it was only natural to act that way, right?

The way Somerset saw things, this was the obvious thing to do.

"Then, I'll leave now."

Enkrid nodded lightly and turned to leave. The boy who served Somerset saw his master trembling with his hands.

Even so, the sight of the hero of the nation walking away looked quite impressive.

‘Impressive.’

Whether a noble or anyone else, Enkrid spoke his mind and turned away. How many young children could have such admiration for someone like that?

Admiration wasn’t limited to just others.

Among the palace maids, there had even been a discussion comparing the faces of Enkrid and Jaxon, wondering who looked better.

Meanwhile, Audin, Rem, Dunbakel, and even Teresa had found themselves mentioned in the discussion.

Enkrid had already gained a reputation among the noble ladies. But now, his fame wasn’t just at that level. Among the nobles in the capital, no one didn’t know about Enkrid and the Mad Platoon. Some nobles even brought their daughters to meet him. Enkrid met them all, thinking about Crang.

"My daughter."

She was fairly pretty. When she shyly lowered her head, she seemed pure.

Enkrid looked at her exposed arm and thought that with those arms, she wouldn’t even be able to properly hold a rapier, so he politely declined.

"I'm busy."

"What’s so busy?"

"I need to train."

There were various polite exchanges, but the essence of the conversation was simple.

There were some who brought their daughters and urged them to become their heirs.

"I don’t have any children."