A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Does anything change just because today is short? No.

The task was clear. Stop the threat coming toward the city.

Enkrid moved immediately. Repetition breeds mastery, after all.

Even if today hadn’t repeated, his hands were already well-trained in gearing up.

“Is waking up to screams some sort of custom around here?”

Rem had woken up.

“Monsters. Must be a Wave.”

Enkrid spoke calmly and stepped outside.

The others would follow on their own. He passed the soldiers and made for the wall again.

Instead of climbing up to where Oara was stationed, he waited for a moment in front of the gate.

“Let me out!”

A man from Rowena’s group showed up and shouted.

Enkrid smacked the back of the bastard’s head.

Thwack!

“…Huh? What was that for?”

Millio asked in surprise.

“If you go out, you’ll die.”

More precisely, Millio died trying to support this idiot.

“Well, that’s not wrong.”

“A commander’s mind must stay cold.”

Enkrid spoke as if he were composed, but inside, he wasn’t.

That’s not a death you just accept.

The image of Knight Oara’s final moment wouldn’t leave his mind. It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t noble.

It had nothing to do with the battles before.

She died without even putting up proper resistance.

She said she’d protect the city, but she couldn’t.

So it was a pointless death.

Should he let that stand?

No. He didn’t want to.

He couldn’t let it end like that.

Enkrid set a goal.

The Ferryman watching him chuckled.

Even if everything changed, there were things that would never change, and the Ferryman believed those unchanging things would tear Enkrid apart.

And yet, part of the Ferryman was curious too.

Let’s see how he handles it.

What would that lunatic gain by repeating today?

And what would change?

No one knew. And that’s what made it fun.

Watching someone go mad trying to change things, only to end up trapped in today again—it would be quite the show.

“Oara!”

A shout rang out. Enkrid sprang into motion. Bracing for incoming arrows, he dashed outside the gate even before the hostage appeared.

He didn’t stop at simply stepping out. He moved straight toward the darkness without hesitation.

“What the hell are you doing, going crazy now?”

Rem followed after him.

“And what are you doing tagging along?”

“Guess I’m something like a caretaker for the insane.”

“Well, if you’re gonna do it, do it properly.”

Enkrid looked around in all directions, searching for anything unusual.

Rem was sometimes amazed by this commander.

He moved as if he already knew the future.

Some kind of instinct he got instead of talent? Rem wondered.

Not aloud, of course. If he did, he’d just get another one of those bizarre answers like—

“I repeat the same day whenever I die.”