Eternally Regressing Knight-Chapter 566 - Why

Naturally so.

Why had they requested a search for the Saintess from the Kingdom of Naurilia?

Or rather, why had they not requested but merely notified them?

"We're heading into your kingdom and will be roaming around, so cooperate, will you?

No?

Are you out of your mind?

Do you want no more potions?

Or do you not need them anymore?

Fine, then we'll stop selling them to you.

Open your borders quietly and let our forces pass through, and no one gets hurt—everyone stays happy."

When you boiled it down, that was essentially the message.

Not that they would have said it so blatantly, at least outwardly.

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"We simply hope you'll assist us in fulfilling the revelation bestowed by the Mother of the Earth."

They probably even presented a neatly packaged set of a dozen potions as a gift.

High chances they did.

Enkrid's prediction was spot on.

The envoy from the Holy Nation had indeed delivered a beautifully wrapped box containing ten potions, which Krang promptly accepted.

And with it came the statement:

"We will be sure to lend our strength."

The specifics of the gift didn't matter.

What mattered was the Holy Nation's expectation of this charade.

They didn't require a grand welcome or fully opened borders—just basic compliance.

If needed, checkpoints could be opened upon request.

From Naurilia's perspective, the Saintess was nothing more than a young girl.

Would the kingdom go so far as to mobilize its forces for her?

At most, some warnings about unusual activities in cities would be circulated.

Deploying troops for such an event?

That was unheard of.

It shouldn't happen.

Typically, it wouldn't.

But Krang had made the request, and Enkrid had accepted it.

As for Krang's intentions?

One letter sufficed to explain:

"A child is crying, and I want to help."

And so, here they were.

But from this point forward, things became increasingly unsettling.

Chasing?

Sure, that was doable.

But the details were puzzling.

It was rare for Enkrid to feel such intense curiosity—akin to a broth simmered for days, extracting every ounce of flavor from pig bones.

"How are they managing to escape?"

Even if the kidnapper was one of the few knights on the continent, this made no sense.

The Holy Nation's strength wasn't to be underestimated.

Its reputation as a powerhouse wasn't for show—there was even a saying that the Empire, which rarely intervened in central affairs, deferred to the Holy Nation.

Stealing away a child—no less, a Saintess—from such a power?

Even more baffling was how they managed to evade capture while traveling with an unwilling companion.

Were there other collaborators?

Enkrid tried imagining himself in their shoes, but he couldn't muster much confidence.

"It doesn't seem easy."

Audin's words alone shed light on the difficulty.

The Saintess was an immensely valuable resource.

There was no way the Holy Nation's priests would leave her carelessly managed.

While ordinary soldiers might complain of fatigue when assigned three-shift rotations, devotees armed with faith would gladly take on the duty.

Could someone really abduct the Saintess from such a heavily guarded environment?

And even if the ones protecting her weren't just ordinary followers, wouldn't the thought of abduction be unthinkable?

So how was it accomplished?

And how had they remained uncaptured?

"I'd really like to catch them."

The questions were mounting.

Yet, Enkrid had no intention of being a passive observer.

Too much was bothering him.

Audin's words weighed heavily on his mind.

He had spoken of the past, and Enkrid had listened.

But was it just a recounting of old events?

Nothing more than regret and remorse?

No.

The bear-like man's words carried not only faults, reflections, and regrets but also determination and resolve.

Enkrid had seen that same spirit before—in the past, during the process of understanding Will.

He remembered Audin radiating light as blood poured from every orifice in his face.

The energy and demeanor Audin displayed when speaking of the past mirrored that moment.

The only difference now was that he wasn't dying, bleeding while shining like a beacon.

What Audin's intentions were or what thoughts he held, Enkrid didn't know.

He wouldn't have received an answer even if he asked.

But one thing was certain—he wasn't going to just sit back and watch.

If the child truly had been kidnapped, and if that was all there was to the story, Enkrid had every intention of treating the kidnapper's skull like a roast to be split apart.

With those thoughts and a head full of questions, Enkrid arrived at his first destination.

The city whose Wall was named Mad Wall Enkrid.

As soon as he entered and sought out the mayor, the man bolted out barefoot.

The sight of him sprinting across the dirt path, dust flying up in his wake, was remarkable.

"Welcome!"

The man's shout greeted Enkrid enthusiastically.

This scene unfolded the moment Enkrid asked for the mayor's residence and revealed his identity.

The overly enthusiastic welcome raised suspicions.

The man before him had a rugged face, a well-trained body, and a missing eye—a man who clearly knew how to fight.

His posture betrayed a preference for heavy weapons, and his calloused hands and muscular build confirmed his prowess.

His hair was cropped short above the ears but longer on top, and his face bore several scars.

Though unfamiliar, Enkrid recognized him.

He couldn't recall the man's name no matter how hard he tried.

He had seen this face during one of the many loops through the day.

"Long time no see. You're..."

As Enkrid trailed off, the man filled in the blank.

"Deutsch Pulman."

The man smiled as though it was only natural for his name to be forgotten.

This city had once been home to a mad architect who named the walls after Enkrid.

Why name the walls?

Because Enkrid had shattered a gnoll colony created by cultists while repeating the same day over and over again.

Although the walls had been named after him, the moniker didn't catch on. Instead, people preferred to call it "gnoll's lament."

Enkrid, too, thought that name was more appropriate.

The frontier town was now known as Felheim, a name derived from the surrounding terrain.

According to legend, during the age of myth, a fire-breathing divine beast had once lived here.

Felheim meant "City of Flames."

No matter how intimidating someone's face may seem, a sincere smile can make it look pleasant.

That was exactly the case with Deutsch Pulman's face at that moment.

"Yes, that's how it turned out."

This man had now become the most powerful figure in Felheim, recognized by the kingdom.

Despite that, his attitude remained respectful.

Was it due to his reputation?

That may have played a part, but more than that, the impression that Enkrid had left on the city when he erased the former colony still lingered, especially for Deutsch Pulman.

"Please, help yourself!"

Deutsch led the group into the sitting room.

As the maid glanced at Enkrid before serving tea and snacks, Enkrid asked.

"I have a question. Did people from the Holy Kingdom pass through here?"

Deutsch paused for a moment, recalling, then replied.

"They did, but they left almost immediately."

"I see. Do you know where they went?"

Deutsch answered promptly, as one who had been a hero and benefactor.

"No, I don't. But there was something strange about them."

"Strange?" Enkrid inquired.

"There were three individuals more skilled than me."

Was that such a big deal?

Enkrid thought to himself, but he barely restrained himself from saying it out loud.

Instead, the words came from another voice.

"Is that really a big deal?"

Enkrid hid his thoughts, but Shinar was not so reserved.

Though it could have been a subtle insult, Deutsch did not dare respond to the fairy's face.

After all, he was traveling with Enkrid.

"Brother, the world is wide, isn't it?"

Audin chimed in as well.

After hearing them, Enkrid adjusted his perspective.

'A mistake.'

Audin and Shinar, being naturally gifted, wouldn't know, but Enkrid, who had climbed up from humble beginnings, realized that Deutsch Pulman's abilities were not average.

Surrounded by so many monsters, he had momentarily mistaken him. Deutsch Pulman might not even make it as a knight's squire, but he could still be called a skilled person.

"Three, you say?"

Enkrid responded appropriately, his words measured. Deutsch couldn't get angry nor could he press further, so he nodded in agreement as soon as Enkrid spoke.

"Yes. One of them seemed really angry, but they didn't say a word. The atmosphere was... how should I put it?"

"How should you put it?"

Though he had become a knight, Enkrid was still an excellent listener.

He nodded as if signaling Deutsch to continue, indicating that anything could be said.

His gesture reassured Deutsch, making him feel comfortable enough to speak his mind.

"It felt like they were going to scold a child who had done something wrong... that sort of vibe, I guess? It seemed strange to me."

Deutsch Pulman had been a mercenary for a long time, meaning he had survived for years as a swordsman.

What that implied was that his sharpness in perception was likely more valuable than any martial skill.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have risen to become the mayor of the city.

He had good instincts.

This meant that his feeling about the atmosphere could very well be accurate.

Moreover, since he had no reason to spread false information and clearly felt goodwill, his intuition was likely on point.

His eyes were sharp.

This made Enkrid pause again, filled with questions.

'How strange, really.'

Somehow, she or he had managed to kidnap the saintess and, through some miracle, had obtained her agreement, making the escape smooth.

Yet, despite all this, something still felt off.

"Why kidnap her?"

And here came another question.

There was no reason to kidnap the saintess at all.

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