Eternally Regressing Knight-Chapter 592 - Excessive Hospitality

Chapter 592 - Excessive Hospitality

The man sitting in the chair noticed two figures kneeling quietly beside the table.

They were the two who had been tied up and unable to sleep all night.

The two of them dared not meet his gaze, keeping their heads bowed as their eyes only moved restlessly.

'They've been beaten by the Frog. Foolish idiots.'

The man was not looking at Enkrid but rather at the Frog, watching its movements.

It was clear that these two were acting so boldly because they trusted the Frog.

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They were no different from those who had tried to attack last night.

They didn't even know who their opponents were.

People trapped in a narrow well naturally don't know anything about the outside world.

The Cross Guard was preoccupied with internal guild conflicts, and everyone here was too busy tending to their own interests to pay attention to the outside world.

Recently, there had been rumors that the Lord was trying to declare independence from Aspen.

Could that even be possible?

Who knows.

They just accepted it as a rumor.

They were like birds and frogs trapped in their own little world.

It was no surprise they knew nothing.

Or perhaps, was it the result of someone's plan?

Enkrid didn't care either way. As long as the visitor's purpose was clear, that was enough.

"Came here to fight?"

Enkrid glanced toward the kitchen before asking.

It was still before breakfast.

How could anyone be so eager to come before the meal?

Maybe they had been at a gambling den all night.

The stench of stale tobacco and foul odor came from the man's breath.

His hair was oily, and it was clear that personal hygiene was not a priority.

He was even worse than Dunbakel.

"Are you trusting the Frog and acting up?"

The foul smell spoke as he raised his left hand slightly.

Just then, the door opened, and a Frog walked in.

Barefoot and making a soft slap with each step, the Frog spoke immediately.

"Not dead yet?"

The Frog who entered had unusually red eyes.

Those red eyes stopped when they reached Luagarne.

The Frog, huh?

Not much of a challenge.

He thought this as he stared at the Frog, but of course, he couldn't guess what the Frog was thinking.

Whether the Frog came or not, Enkrid only had his own words to say.

"Let's eat breakfast first, then fight."

"Shall we?"

The man who had been sitting in the chair stood up and spoke. Enkrid's insight made it clear what would happen next.

The man would push the chair aside and unsheathe his weapon to strike.

Before the man even moved, the one who had been watching from behind shifted his foot sideways.

They were planning to strike together.

The man, who had subtly moved out of sight, had a weathered axe hanging from his waist.

As he moved, his hand was already on the axe, signaling his intentions.

'How should I respond?'

The question was immediately followed by a quick calculation.

These two weren't thinking twice about killing.

Enkrid decided he wouldn't need to draw even a dagger.

That was a correct judgment.

Clink! Clink!

The man who had been sitting abruptly pushed his chair aside and drew his sword, thrusting it forward.

At the same time, the other man drew his hand axe and swung it downward, aiming to strike.

Both of their ambushes weren't bad.

But they were still lacking compared to soldiers who had completed basic training in the Border Guard.

'Basic training alone would have made them better.'

Enkrid thought idly as his body moved.

Though he moved after they did, his superior strength and reflexes made it seem like he was faster.

He quickly reached out, grabbing the blade of the sword with his hand and yanked it towards him.

The difference in strength was clear.

The man had both hands tightly gripping his sword, while Enkrid, using only four fingers including his thumb, managed to pull the sword into his own grip.

He yanked the sword, and the wielder let out a short cry of pain as the sword was taken from him.

Enkrid used the sword's guard to strike the man's head.

Thunk!

The guard of the shortsword became the weapon as it made a hole in the man's skull.

Naturally, a person with a hole in their head couldn't survive.

"Crack."

With a groan, the man who had been thrusting his sword collapsed. The one with the axe had a similar fate.

While Enkrid's left hand dealt with the swordman's head, his right hand took the axe and drove it back into its owner's head.

Both of them died at the same time, but only one thunk sound was heard, a testament to his skill.

The two fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

Meanwhile, the red-eyed Frog, intoxicated by the bloodshed, was already moving.

It had long forgotten its natural skills, consumed by the joy of cutting and hacking.

Sometimes, these mad Frogs existed.

Corruption didn't discriminate by species.

Luagarne noticed the short sword the Frog drew.

The blade was short but jagged like a saw.

Grind! Grind!

A screeching sound came as it was drawn from the leather scabbard.

It was a weapon made for the joy of cutting, designed solely for slicing.

The Frog kicked the floor, causing debris to fly as he rushed toward Luagarne.

His intention was clear, close the distance and slice her up wherever he could.

Since he was standing and she was seated, he figured he had the advantage and quickly charged.

Luagarne, however, read his path while still seated and whipped her whip in response.

The whip hissed through the air as it wrapped around the Frog's neck, halting his rush.

Whip!

Even though the red-eyed Frog's neck was caught by the whip, he merely puffed his cheeks in frustration.

Ignoring the pain, the Frog grabbed the whip with his free hand.

The barbed whip slipped through his hand, leaving blood in its wake, but he was determined to pull it free.

The Frog, known for his strength, thought he could break the whip with his own power.

If given time, it might have been possible, but naturally, his wish would not be granted.

As he pulled on the whip, Luagarne sprang forward, her chair crashing to the floor with a loud thud.

Still, her movements were relatively smooth.

While the Frog smashed the floor, Luagarne only knocked her chair over.

Between them stood a pillar, but Luagarne feinted left, only to dash right, thrusting her sword forward.

A simple trick, but also a seasoned fighting tactic.

The red-eyed Frog, trying to parry with his sword from the left, missed entirely.

Her short sword pierced the Frog's abdomen.

With a swift motion, Luagarne dragged the sword upwards.

Crunch!

The blade tore through skin, flesh, ribs, and even reached the heart.

The Frog's breastplate, which was supposed to protect from frontal strikes, split under the angle of attack.

The foolish Frog had neglected to protect his abdomen, leaving his vulnerable underside exposed.

The Frog died with a grating scream, sticking out its tongue.

The long tongue hung limply downward, blood dripping from it in steady streams.

The heart had split, causing blood to surge backward.

Luagarne drew her sword and wiped the blood off on the Frog's clothes.

Where did such a rotten Frog come from?

With the atmosphere of the city like this, it must have seeped in from wandering around.

Flies are attracted to rotten meat, after all.

Whatever the reason, splitting a heart was no pleasant task.

"It's a mess," Luagarne muttered.

Yesterday, she had said that about the taste of the water, but today it applied to the whole city.

Enkrid agreed.

"Clean it up."

At Enkrid's command, the two members of the Needle Brotherhood, who had changed careers to become cleaners, moved quickly.

They cleared the corpse and poured water to wash away the blood, but the stench only grew worse.

Meanwhile, the waiter came out with food, his face showing surprise.

On the battlefield, one had to fill their stomach even with a corpse nearby.

What was different now?

As Enkrid tried to dip some white bread into bean purée, the child, pale as a ghost, mumbled, his lips quivering.

The sight seemed to convey much unspoken, so Enkrid scanned the child's eyes and body.

In those few seconds, Enkrid learned quite a bit.

Details that an ordinary person would overlook stood out to him.

The faint unease, the subtle movement backward, the change in the child's expression from when they had been urged to flee.

As Enkrid stared at the child, he quickly turned pale.

"Please, spare me."

It was a whisper, directed at himself.

Why?

Probably because he had tampered with the food.

Seeing the child use sleep-inducing powder, Enkrid suspected that poisoners were involved.

"I did it. Kill me instead."

The innkeeper, who had appeared without anything in his hands, spoke as the child pleaded.

Could they be father and son?

It was possible.

Enkrid thought, observing the frightened child and the innkeeper, who was too scared to even cry.

'These people react quickly.'

When had they been coerced into adding poison?

The commotion had started last night.

Just one night, and already poison had been slipped into the food after two assaults.

The hospitality had been excessive.

Or had it been prepared in advance?

Enkrid felt a malicious gaze directed at him from behind the scenes.

Having such thoughts made it feel as if something was watching him.

Trusting his instincts, Enkrid threw the fork in his hand.

Thwack!

The fork, flying through the air, stuck into the wall of the inn's dark corner, vibrating.

The innkeeper closed his eyes and pulled the child into his arms.

Sweat poured down his face, evidence of his deep tension.

"What's going on?" Luagarne asked.

"I think something's here," Enkrid replied, eyeing the wall where the fork had lodged.

There was nothing there.

The child seemed even more frightened now, as did the innkeeper.

Enkrid stood up, gave the child's head a few gentle taps, and said,

"It's nothing. Asking you who's behind this would be difficult, right?"

If it was someone from the criminal guild, they would fear retaliation.

So, they wouldn't be answering any questions.

There were those who played with food, those who played with beds, and even those who sent assassins like Two Swords and the Frog to test their strength.

Was something else waiting outside the inn?

The chances were high.

And it would likely be even worse than what had happened so far.

"Fighting within the city increases the odds of traps being laid."

It was as if Luagarne had read Enkrid's mind.

Given the Frog's experience wandering the continent, it wasn't far behind in terms of survival.

From the way things were progressing, Luagarne understood everything.

"This might require some cleaning up," Enkrid responded, showing no concern for the danger Luagarne had mentioned.

They had come out to catch a heretic, but it seemed the trash had arrived first.

Just as Enkrid made to leave, the door to the inn suddenly creaked open.

The administrative officer from the day before entered, flanked by two additional guards.

"I heard you were attacked last night. What idiots," the officer said, his tone both rushed and relaxed, awkwardly mixed in a way that Enkrid found uncomfortable.

"I apologize. The city's security is in ruins, all thanks to the Cult of the Dark Saint."

The officer repeated, his words sincere but strange.

Enkrid had sensed something watching him before the officer came in, but as soon as the officer entered, that sensation disappeared.

It was a strange occurrence.

"Take these two into custody."

As the officer spoke, two soldiers in Gambison grabbed the guild members, who had transitioned into cleaners.

"They're to be hanged."

The officer said coolly as they passed by the two.

"That was quick."

Enkrid finally spoke, asking how they knew.

"Some soldiers had been keeping watch. I ordered them to report immediately.

Once again, I apologize.

It's regrettable that such an unpleasant event occurred despite having personally accompanied you."

The officer seemed genuinely sorry.

Enkrid nodded but didn't add anything about the criminal guild viewing the officer as a fool.

"It seems things have gotten complicated. I'll escort you to my mansion," the officer said before Enkrid could respond.

"No, you'll follow me," a voice interrupted from outside the door.

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