A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"Why?"

The eyes beneath the hood trembled violently as the words spilled out. The man was so shocked that even his breathing turned ragged.

His hand, which had grabbed Enkrid, trembled incessantly.

He was clearly in great pain.

"The infirmary is that way."

Enkrid spoke politely, as the man appeared to be an elderly individual.

To him, the man simply seemed to be someone whose mind had deteriorated due to illness.

The shoemaker standing beside them shot a sharp glare at the man, but the Apostle of Curses didn’t even register it.

He was too stunned to breathe, having witnessed something beyond his imagination.

"Why?"

Unconsciously, he asked again.

For Enkrid, the question made no sense.

There was something odd about the energy emanating from the man’s body, but it didn’t feel particularly threatening.

The Apostle of Curses felt as though he had tossed a handful of salt into the sea.

The curse simply dispersed into the air, dissolving into nothingness.

What is this? Am I dreaming? This makes no sense.

"Are you alright?"

Enkrid asked kindly once more. To him, the man appeared to be mentally unstable.

At Enkrid’s calm demeanor, Redit felt his breath catch in his throat.

The curse had no effect. The divine affliction plaguing his body convulsed in response, his mind so shaken that he lost focus. Panic set in.

"Gh… Ghhk!"

Foaming at the mouth, Redit collapsed.

"Healer!"

Enkrid shouted. The moment his cry ended, a massive figure surged forward.

It was Audin. With each powerful stride, his body seemed to grow larger. If he had been an enemy, his sheer speed would have been enough to paralyze an onlooker with fear.

"General Brother."

Audin frowned upon seeing the fallen Redit. A rare expression for him.

"Ah. He’s dead."

Enkrid, who had been calling for a healer, paused as he confirmed the man’s lifeless state.

And so, Redit died.

For over twenty years, he had been a high-ranking assassin of the Sacred Sanctuary of the Demon Realm, killing and killing again with curses that obliterated those who stood in his way.

Yet here, only two people even considered the possibility.

One was, of course, Audin.

Lord?

Even Audin was inwardly taken aback.

The man had clearly been a formidable curse wielder, yet his intended target remained completely unharmed.

Enkrid was utterly unaffected.

Another witness, observing a few steps away, was the black leopard.

Esther had sensed the overwhelming malice and tracked it to its source, only to see the outcome.