A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 339

The presence of the Grey Ghouls in this region was less due to geography and more due to political circumstances.

It was no surprise that the Border Guard's standing army had never actively sought out and exterminated these monsters.

"Why would I?"

According to the previous lord of the Border Guard—before Marcus—hunting creatures like the Grey Ghouls was a waste of resources and manpower.

As a result, the standard approach was to cull them sparingly—just enough to keep trade routes clear, such as the areas near the Pen-Hanil River and a few other key paths.

Even now, Green Pearl’s roads had been tidied up, and a passage to Martai had been opened, but none of it was perfect.

"What, is someone throwing monsters over here or something?"

That was the complaint Marcus had upon taking office.

The term monster tossing referred to luring a horde of creatures into a neighboring territory to offload the problem onto them.

Of course, that wasn’t actually happening here.

But his frustration was understandable—monsters seemed to be pouring in endlessly, as if from a bottomless pouch.

When the upper frontier city had been established, a Gnoll colony had appeared nearby.

Even with cultists stirring up trouble, it was only possible because the numbers were manageable.

That meant this region was swarming with monsters.

And that, in turn, meant the Border Guard was hardly the most livable place.

Because of that, they had always fought defensively, avoiding proactive sweeps.

The reason for this defensive stance was obvious.

Losing troops would make it harder to counter threats from Azpen.

And the surrounding monster hordes weren’t exactly weak.

Within the Border Guard’s jurisdiction alone, there were at least three areas that merchants avoided at all costs.

Places known as low-grade demon realms.

When a Centaur colony took root in the Forest of Grace, they had moved to eliminate it quickly, fearing that the land might become permanently infested.

That was why Kraiss had been explaining all of this to Enkrid.

There were many reasons to take action here.

But Enkrid?

He wasn’t listening.

What did it matter?

Cut them down.

Kill them.

Erase them.

That was all.

And he wasn’t wrong.

***

The ugly ghoul was dead.

The explanation could be drawn out endlessly, but the summary was simple.

"I was first."

"My mace landed first, thank you."

Two inhuman warriors had clashed to see who would land the killing blow first.

Rem had brought two axes and a flanged mace, using all three in battle.

The most striking moment was when she used the mace.

She had first planted one axe at her feet, then reached behind her back to pull out the mace before bringing it down in a brutal arc.

Whoom—BOOM!

The resulting shockwave had been the very definition of violence.

The ghoul’s head wasn’t just smashed—it was erased, leaving no trace of an upper body.

A perfect fusion of raw strength and technique.

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