A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"It was a light wave."

These were Oara's words after returning from killing Ghoulra.

The cry of a ghoul, as if rising from the depths of the underworld.

The scale of it was dizzying.

The existence of Ghoulra, whose arm could stretch unnaturally.

For an average person, panic would have been understandable, but Enkrid couldn't help but agree with Oara's words.

Four squires, two junior knights, and one knight.

This force displayed overwhelming combat power.

Enkrid also noticed something else: the tactical formation of this city.

‘Use squires and junior knights as a wall while the knight intercepts.’

It was a simple but efficient strategy that clearly divided the roles of shields and spears.

The remaining soldiers would focus entirely on ranged shooting.

The soldiers on the city wall all held longbows, each one of top quality, made from the bones of magical beasts.

It was like a turtle peeking out from its shell.

The turtle shoots arrows but takes the risk.

The rest can be dealt with by the knight, if needed.

Didn’t Oara just prove that a moment ago?

With a single swing of her sword, Oara killed Ghoulra and casually returned.

She didn’t even bathe in black blood, nor did she need to sever the heads of a dozen ghouls she had slain.

Of course, no ghoul could reattach its severed head. Even trolls couldn’t do that kind of trick.

"These bastards, one day I’ll kill them all. I’ll clear this magical realm and plant orange trees here!"

Oara grinned widely, showing her teeth with a refreshing smile.

Being able to smile like that while saying such things was a skill in itself.

‘So Oara doesn’t smile for no reason.’

The soldier who survived the monster’s charge kneeled inside the gate, roaring in relief.

"I’m alive!"

Oara chuckled at that, and so did the four squires and the two junior knights. They all lived with smiles on their faces.

Enkrid smiled too.

It was enjoyable and impressive.

"Interesting people," Lua Garne honestly commented.

"Yeah, it’s nice to watch," Rem agreed.

"Not heading home?" Dunbakel asked, instinctively avoiding the topic.

Enkrid, despite hearing all of this, kept his gaze on Oara and those standing near her.

Swish.

The red cloak fluttered in the wind.

A symbol of the knights.

Oara, the core of this knightly order, sensed Enkrid’s gaze and looked at him. Facing the wind, she spoke.

"Next time, let’s fight together."