Knight: Becoming King of the World

Explain it to me. What do you mean, "inexhaustible"?

Explain it to me! What the hell do you mean, "inexhaustible"!?

Inexhaustible! To Henry, that single word was music to his ears!

Ever since the Half-Beastmen retreated, Henry hadn’t had a single, truly satisfying fight!

’The Lizardmen? Tsk. Too tough. Not my cup of tea.’

’Fighting the noble armies within the empire? Too soft! Not a real thrill.’

It always devolved into a one-sided slaughter, with none of the give-and-take of a real battle! And they were always so quick to surrender, rout, and flee.

’Poor quality, not enough numbers. So, so unsatisfying.’

Countess Ratifa’s brow furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

The Baron Henry before her seemed worlds apart from the calm and composed Knight she thought she knew.

His eyes glinted with an almost fanatical light, a look that unsettled her. She had almost never seen such a look in anyone’s eyes before.

"Baron Henry, are you... all right?" Ratifa asked cautiously.

Henry didn’t seem to hear Ratifa’s question. His thoughts had already flown to a distant battlefield.

Images flashed through his mind: endless enemies surging forward like a tide, and him, warhammer in hand, standing on the front lines, reaping countless lives.

"Inexhaustible..." Henry murmured to himself, his voice thick with irrepressible excitement.

’This is a real battle! This is the war I’ve been waiting for!’

Ratifa watched Henry, a strange sense of fear welling up inside her.

She realized the man before her was perhaps not as simple as she had imagined.

’It was as if a beast lay hidden within Henry, one that would be incredibly ferocious and dangerous if unleashed.’

Countess Ratifa felt a surge of anxiety. Her body tensed involuntarily, her nerves stretched to their breaking point.

Ratifa Villarreal’s eyes were fixed on Henry, trying to find some clue in his expression, but his face showed only a thirst for battle and a fanatic’s zeal for slaughter.

The atmosphere inside the tent grew increasingly oppressive. Ratifa could even feel a killing intent so palpable it seemed to materialize in the air, raising goosebumps on her arms.

Her heart raced, and her breathing grew ragged.

"Baron Henry, you... you need to calm down," Ratifa said, trying to bring him back to his senses.

Henry heard Ratifa’s voice, and clarity gradually returned to his eyes. Realizing his lack of composure, he quickly reined in his emotions.

"My apologies, Countess Ratifa. I was just... just a little excited by the news," Henry explained, a hint of apology in his tone.

Ratifa looked at Henry, her eyes filled with puzzlement. She couldn’t understand why he was so excited by this news.

’From her perspective, this news should have been a cause for fear and worry.’

"Baron Henry, do you really think this news is something to be excited about?" Ratifa asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

Henry nodded. "Of course, Countess Ratifa. You may not understand, but for me, battle... is my life.

Facing an endless enemy is, to me, like facing an endless challenge. It excites me. It makes me feel alive."

Ratifa looked at Henry, a complex mix of emotions stirring within her.

She began to re-evaluate the man before her. Henry was perhaps not as simple as she had first thought.

’There must be a powerful strength hidden within him, a strength that allowed him to remain so resolute and brave in the face of hardship and challenge.’

Ratifa spoke, a note of respect in her voice, "Baron Henry... I must admit, I am in awe of your Bravery."

Henry smiled faintly. "Countess Ratifa, I appreciate your praise."

Henry’s and Countess Ratifa’s gazes met across the tent, and for a moment, they both fell silent.

’Henry’s mind raced. He weighed whether he should directly ask Ratifa for more details about these inexhaustible enemies.’

’He had a gut feeling that beyond the snowfields of the Northern Lands, there lurked some mysterious power, something akin to the four great powers of the Subspace. This power might be the reason for the enemy’s infinite numbers.’

’His eyes shone with curiosity and longing—a longing not just for battle, but also for knowledge and the truth.’

’Henry knew that Countess Ratifa might possess information he didn’t, information that could be crucial to him.’

Meanwhile, Countess Ratifa began to feel a little uncomfortable.

’She noticed Henry’s gaze lingering on her. It seemed to be... a look mixed with curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of admiration?’

’Had she seen wrong?’

’A sudden thought crossed her mind: this young, strong, and powerful rising star among the nobility... didn’t seem to be married.’

The thought surprised her and even made her feel a little embarrassed.

"Baron Henry, is there a particular reason you’re staring at me like that?"

Ratifa Villarreal tried to break the silence with a lighthearted tone, but a trace of nervousness still betrayed her.

’What was she so nervous about? She herself didn’t know.’

Henry snapped back to reality, realized his rudeness, and quickly averted his gaze.