It was something Enkrid hadn’t anticipated, which meant there were no expectations.

And, adding to that, it meant it was something he didn’t want.

“Me, a battalion commander?”

Controlling Rem, along with the others, including the beastman Dunbakel, was honestly enough of a hassle already.

He would rather swing his sword one more time. It was a natural desire, a craving.

His fingers seemed to almost touch a dream he had never reached.

Anyone would try to drag that dream to them, bending and stretching their fingers in desperation.

That’s the kind of moment it was. When you wanted to …