Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 470

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The braided hair swayed independently of the wind.

It happened because the opponent moved.

She was a woman shining dark brown alone in a gray world.

I felt a vibrant, lively feeling.

In other words, the movement of taking out the axe hanging from his waist and lifting it looked brisk, like dancing.

This is followed by a vertical axe swing.

Encred’s gaze followed the axe swing.

‘No hesitation.’

Although it wasn’t a strong will to kill, at least there was a clear will to split it in one place.

Beyond the axe that fell like chopping firewood, the light in his eyes drew a long line.

The axe sliced ​​through the air, moving toward its intended purpose: to split Rem’s skull.

At the same time, words like “West, fu*k” were heard.

Although he didn’t even have time to breathe, Rem naturally reacted. The axe in his hand went out to meet his companion’s axe.

Land, big pole.

Luagarne and Dunbakel’s eyes rolled back.

It was because of the change created by the meeting of the axe blades. Naturally, the gaze followed the workshop of the two axes.

Encred watched with a relatively calm gaze. He saw each and every one of them.

The two axes clashed and bounced off each other, thanks to Rem’s clever twist of his wrist.

“joy!”

Rem’s wife snorted.

She pulled the bouncing axe with her arm strength.

The middle of my forearm was wrapped tightly with a leather strap, and as my muscles expanded, the strap seemed to dig into my forearm.

So the axe became level with the ground and aimed for Rem’s jaw.

“Ayul.”

Rem said, twisting his body slightly to avoid the attack. The woman called Ayul answered with an axe.

He thrust the axe blade forward and pushed it forward. Rem caught it with her bare hand and pushed it to the side.

That’s Audin.

Encred recognized it at a glance. The skill Rem was showing off was a variation of the body shedding technique.

I did it with my bare hands.

Even though Encred could defeat Rem, he couldn’t just follow along and do something like that.

It’s a difference in talent. It’s something that can only be done if you have the body to learn the tricks and implement them.

Of course, the current Encred can strike the blade with his bare hands, but can he use it spontaneously like before? That would be difficult.

It was not something I did with thought, but something I did out of instinct. That was what Rem’s gestures were like.

That doesn’t mean Encred felt anything special. He didn’t have any particularly great feelings. He just noticed the special trick in the gesture he had shown a little while ago.

I thought it would be a good idea to practice it later.

It was a gesture that flowed like a blow, like a strike.

“I have chosen my partner. I swear on my axe that I will not cast my affections elsewhere.”

“Rem said, his tone calm.

When my axe missed, the woman named Ayul very slowly placed the axe back on her waist and said,

“Okay, let’s move on for now.”

“Smelly water, and there’s a prog there, and one of them is a man.”

Rem spoke again.

It was an answer to the question of where he got entangled with another woman.

It was a conversation that could be understood by inferring the context.

Rem’s words may have sounded like an excuse, but they were true.

“If you need to testify, I will.”

Encred intervened.

It was the power of friendship. It was the price paid for fighting with my life on the line. It was a single word that gave me the will.

“I don’t know who you are, but why don’t you stop meddling? Don’t you want to add a decoration to your head?”

Encred decided to respect the other person’s opinion.

Dunbakel was about to say that Rem wasn’t his type, but then he shut his mouth.

The woman in front of me didn’t look like someone who was just talking nonsense.

Luagarne cast an interesting look.

‘It’s a female Rem.’

That’s what it seemed to her.

Dunbakel took it similarly.

‘Two ignorant axes.’

Encred was the same.

‘It’s a female Rem.’

Female Rem, Ayul looked at Rem with her hand on the axe. There was a serious and quiet murderous look in her eyes.

“Let’s talk about it separately later.”

Rem’s complexion became slightly dull.

“okay.”

As we live in this world, there are bound to be things that cannot be avoided.

For example, a husband who left home had a duty to explain to his wife who was waiting for him why he left.

As Ayul finished chopping down the axe, several other Westerners who had been watching approached.

It seemed like they didn’t feel any sense of crisis at all. That must have been because they knew Rem.

A man with a pattern drawn on his face with something like dye approached. It looked like he had drawn something like a sharp thorn on his cheek.

“This is it. This is something Grime would cry about.”

He looked very surprised.

Grime was a divine being that lived in shadow form. It was from some western myth.

Encred stared blankly at his opponent. It was an observation he made out of habit.

‘Take in everything and see everything.’

It was a habit that developed when I first picked up a sword and started learning.

Encred’s gaze swept over his opponent.

Her skin was dark, but it seemed like it was from being sunburned, and her natural skin color was closer to red.

Because a little bit of red skin was visible along the border between the back of the hand and the sleeve.

The face had prominent cheekbones and narrow eyes, but it did not look vulgar. Rather, it gave off an innocent feeling.

Overall, I would say he had a handsome appearance. He had a pretty good-looking face.

It was the same for Ayul. She had an appearance that was considered beautiful.

From behind, the sound of Luagarne’s cheeks puffing could be heard occasionally. Frock liked the attractive appearance of humans.

It must be an expression of satisfaction.

It seemed like this was a characteristic of this people. On the other hand, Rem looked closer to a continental person.

Why is that? Because their origins are different.

Just by seeing a few Westerners, Encred had realized one of Rem’s secrets of birth.

Just a guess, but it’s probably right.

Looking at the overall similar appearances, only Rem shows a different appearance.

“Hey, long time no see?”

Rem put his axe in the axe sheath at his waist and raised his hand.

“I almost forgot to count how many times it sleeted.”

“Six times.”

Ayul said the number from behind. The man nodded.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. What the hell have you been doing?”

“At first it was travel, then it was military service, and recently it was fighting. Now I’m back to get something.”

Although there were many words he didn’t understand here and there, Encred understood the general meaning by guessing.

“What are you saying?”

Dunbakel tilted his head, unable to understand.

Luagarne, who knew the western dialect, seemed to understand.

“Well, there’s only one thing to say at a time like this. Welcome, Rem.”

A man speaks.

“I thought you had disappeared somewhere, but you managed to survive.”

Ayul blessed Rem’s return.

Only then did the man with the thorn pattern turn his gaze towards Encred.

“Are you part of Rem’s group?”

He asked, standing three paces in front of Encred. There was a hint of wariness.

“I’m wondering if it would be better to acknowledge that you’re in the same group, or if it would be better to ignore you. Can I postpone my answer for a bit?”

When Encred answered, the man laughed.

It seemed like a joke that suited my taste.

“What a fun friend. He’s the one.”

“Encred, I am from the Border Guard.”

“Encred? It’s hard to pronounce and the name is long.”

Although the entire continent spoke the same language, spread by the empire, it was very common for there to be subtle differences in accent.

The way the man named Ju-ol spoke was also like that.

The fact that names are long and difficult to pronounce meant the same thing, and the reason dialects emerged was for a similar reason.

“Is that so?”

Encred passed it over without a hitch.

Rem interrupted and asked.

“What happened to the village outside that got attacked? I also encountered a giant on my way here.”

I’m not saying this because I just remembered it now. I’m just asking now because I’m trying to figure out what happened.

“If we talk about it, it’ll be long. Let’s go into the big picture first. Ah-yul?”

As Joo-ol said, A-yul stared at Rem expressionlessly, and the remaining Westerners just stared blankly.

Encred looked at them and roughly inferred their relationship.

‘Woman Rem will be the decision maker, and Jool will be the squad leader?’

That’s roughly correct.

They were a group that went out to guard the surrounding area while grazing cows and sheep in the pasture, and among them, Ayul fought the best.

“I get it.”

Rem is back.

Ayul was both happy and angry. Either way, it was clear that Rem’s return at this time was something to be welcomed.

Something that clearly requires the help of God.

“We are going to where the great leader of Narae is.”

Soon the two remaining Westerners were herding sheep and cattle, whistling.

Seeing the way they made the livestock walk in a line by tapping the ground with a long pole, it seemed like even the shepherds of the wilderness had something to learn.

When I casually mentioned such sentiments, Luagarne puffed out her cheeks and laughed.

“Kuruk. A shepherd in the wilderness doesn’t herd sheep like that. You’ll know when you see him later. Go back and ask Pel.”

“I must do that if I live.”

Encred nodded. The premise of ‘if you’re alive’ might sound awkward, but Luagarne and Dunbakel didn’t care.

Instead, one of the Westerners listening from the left tilted his head.

I wondered if I had heard it correctly.

If you’re alive? Who? Continental joke? Dialect?

Of course, it was neither.

As I was walking, Rem came up to me and whispered in a voice that the woman named Ayul walking in front of me couldn’t hear.

“Oh, I almost died.”

“Wouldn’t it have been better to hit him once?”

Encred also whispered.

I think it would have been better if it had been right.

“You have to swing it moderately to get hit.”

Encred agreed with that statement as well.

He swung the axe with enough force to cut off someone’s arm.

“Rem? Is that right? The Rem who left home before?”

The Westerner next to him watched closely and asked.

“Oh, right.”

“Is it because you are under the curse of the reverse horse?”

“Who said that?”

“Ayul said so.”

“Who are you?”

“I am Ire.”

Although his face was pale, his eyes were sharp and his body was as solid as a rock from the controlled diet and repetitive labor.

He was a guy who knew how to fight, as he walked and tapped the floor with a long pole.

Although he didn’t show any fighting spirit, his training was evident.

Encred’s insight had grown so much that he could gauge his opponent’s skills with just a quick glance.

This is also an area where he excels over Rem and Ragna.

Is this the difference between someone who climbs a mountain while examining everything from the beginning and someone who jumps up in one breath?

For that reason, Encred saw the skills of his friend Ireran most accurately.

‘If you bring me to the Border Guard, I’ll be treated as a top-class soldier.’

I don’t know what it would be like if we met in real life, but at least my skill level is at that level.

It’s real, you don’t know until you try.

That was the same thought, whether I was a junior soldier or now that I was a warrant officer.

In a fight for life, anything could happen.

From this perspective, the female Rem’s skills were far superior.

Because it looked like he was at least at the level of a squire.

Rem answered the young, or rather young man’s, question.

“That’s not it.”

If I were to explain what happened back then, it would be too long and I wouldn’t be able to explain it to someone who didn’t know anything.

“joy!”

Ayul snorted from the front.

You may not have heard the whispering, but you must have heard the conversation going on.

The female Rem had sharp ears.

As we continued walking forward, we saw grassy fields here and there, and we also saw groups of Westerners gathered together and tending to their livestock.

Everyone looked up when they found the group.

It was obvious that an outsider was walking around, so it was impossible not to notice.

Among them, there were some who recognized Rem.

As I was walking, I smelled something pungent from somewhere. It wasn’t a very pleasant smell.

Encred looked around and saw Dunbakel twitching his nose.

If it was a scent that his nose could smell, Dunbakel would have smelled it first.

“What does it smell like?”

“It looks like they gathered several types of grass and burned them.”

Rem also raised his head as if he smelled the same scent.

In the distance I could see gray smoke rising upward.

“Something happened.”

Rem said.

“You’ll know once you go in.”

Ayul replied in a blunt tone. He still seemed angry. Will his anger ever subside? Encred continued walking while thinking about such things.

A gentle mountain range blocked the way ahead, and once we got over it, a wide open space came into view.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an outsider. Welcome, stranger who has crossed the border.”

Joo-ol said.

There were a lot of tents in the vacant lot. Some were round, some were angular, etc.

It seemed like it would take a while just to count how many there were.

There were just as many people. It was a large group of people, hundreds or more.

That is, it was a city in the West.

“If we go by continental name, the city’s name would be Elder Bear? Something like that. We are all descendants of the bear goddess who became human. There’s a myth about that.”

This is the story Rem told me before I came.

There is a myth about a bear that killed a snake bigger than a city, and another about a group of animals that gathered together in a cave and transformed into humans.

It is also said that the first human conceived by a bear was the origin of the Western people.

This was accompanied by talk that each tribe had different myths.

The sight of the western city that Rem had spoken of entered Encred’s eyes.