Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 544

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Knock knock.

Next to a large bonfire, a chair was seen, neatly made, as if it had been made by a craftsman.

In one of the two chairs sat a middle-aged man, behind him a young man in thin leather armor, a middle-aged woman, a man who looked a few years younger, and a frock.

It was the frog that Encred had saved.

Let’s pretend to know each other with our eyes, and Prock nods.

The light from the campfire illuminated a middle-aged man sitting on a chair.

He was the king of Azpen.

Encred approached him, scanning his body with his eyes.

Overall, he had a body that looked well-trained, although he was a bit chubby. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging out, and his chest muscles were visible because he was wearing a thin shirt.

His face did not look strong or picky, but his cheeks were slightly sunken and thin, and Encred thought that the king looked similar to the first time she had seen Count Molsen.

Of course, it was not because he had the looks to do crazy things like that author, but because of his consistently trained physique.

To sum it up, there was no sign of a warmonger anywhere. Maybe a slightly rough look? Well, it’s not like there was any particular impression of a warmonger.

The king said, holding up a leather bag.

“I have some alcohol, would you like to have some?”

His speech was not particularly soft. He was like a hard stone, but he did not reveal any malice or hostility.

“great.”

Krang did not hesitate, nor did he get excited, but walked over with a clicking sound and sat down on a chair naturally to receive a drink.

He showed an example by holding out one hand and supporting the other wrist with his left hand, and his whole movement was oozing with leisure.

And take a sip.

Encrid, who was watching, wondered if it was okay to drink it, but he couldn’t stop it.

As I was looking at that, the conversation we had in the carriage on the way here came to mind.

“Aren’t you curious as to why I do this?”

On the way here, Krang asked me.

Encrid blinked his eyes twice slowly at those words and replied:

“If I rush to stop the army, will you stop me?”

“no.”

“why?”

“You figure it out.”

It’s trust.

“You too.”

Encred answered thus, expressing his faith in his king and friend, and that was the end of it.

Saxony wasn’t even curious, and Sinar wasn’t interested.

If Andrew had been in the carriage, he might have said, ‘These people are crazy,’ but he would have been enjoying the night view while listening to the clatter of hooves and the sound of wheels rolling, so it would have been difficult for him to hear the horses inside the carriage.

Even if that wasn’t the case, wouldn’t you have interfered?

After asking how he stopped the army, Krang appeared, and Andrew’s eyes, seeing that, went beyond shock and bewilderment to resemble a ghoul. It was said that his eyes had become so dark that they could not think at all.

“I will try to seduce King Azpen.”

As Krang continued speaking, Encrid looked at him with a look that said he believed he could do it on his own.

“Is it annoying?”

Then Krang asked back.

Indeed, he was the king of a country, and even his manners gave off the dignity of a king.

“no.”

Encred denied it. It was a common evasion technique.

“Okay, let’s close it.”

And then we just chatted about useless things.

Dunbakel’s journey to the east, what happened in this battlefield, killing the enemy knights, changing the royal palace training grounds, etc.

There was a story about a battle in the middle, and it was said that Saxony killed the so-called moonlight fairies, but Sinar was indifferent.

Even humans take sides, so why wouldn’t fairies do the same?

It was the same for them too.

And from the beginning, Shinar knew very well that if you go out on the battlefield and end up in a situation where you have to kill someone, the one killing them is not necessarily the evil one.

“Everyone lives according to their own will, so it wouldn’t be a bad thing if what awaits them at the end is rest.”

When Krang heard that, he was about to say something to Shinar, but then he closed his mouth.

Encred felt that Sinar knew what topic Kraang was trying to bring up, but at the same time felt that he did not want to bring up the subject, so he did not ask any further questions.

“The Southern Great Powers were making a fuss, and the Holy Ones were making a fuss, but in the end, it seemed like they all sided with Azpen. So I thought about it. What should I do here? Should I argue with them? I don’t think that’s right.”

Between the lame jokes, Krang spoke and collected his thoughts.

Encred listened with a moderate nod.

He wasn’t stupid, but politics was a different realm.

And Encred had no intention of touching that area. He was busy advancing even before becoming a knight, and even after becoming a knight.

Sword, knight, dream, what should we aim for and for what do we swing the sword?

It is a path that moves forward while pondering and thinking. There is no room for politics or anything else to interfere in the path.

Anyway, at the place where they arrived, the King of Azpen was just looking at Krang with an expression that didn’t even make a drop of blood come out even if he stabbed him.

It seemed like he was saying, what’s the big deal about having a drink boldly?

Encred felt a warm gaze and looked forward to see a young man staring at her.

His eyes were clear and his gaze was straight, so it was hard to say that he was staring.

Saxon threw out a word that seemed to displease him, no matter what his eyes looked like. His voice was soft and muffled.

“There is a leopard in our unit that will pluck out the eyes of anyone who looks at it carelessly. And I agree with and approve of the leopard’s actions.”

Saying that you will rip out their eyes or pull out their intestines and strangle them if they glare at you is enough of a threat, but there are times when speaking calmly, without any malicious intent, can be more effective than harsh words.

For example, a place where they met for a secret meeting after an overwhelming victory in the war?

“I don’t mean anything bad.”

Before the king and the queen could exchange words, the young man spoke first.

Despite Saxon’s threat, his voice was clear and high. Was it his determination to say what he had to say even if he died here? Or was it his youthful inability to tell right from wrong?

I thought it would be the former, since they wouldn’t bring a young swordsman to a place like this.

The middle-aged woman frowned, as if she didn’t like the young man’s presence.

Frock showed no emotion, and the last remaining neat-looking man smiled to himself and said.

“It would be better to endure it.”

“I just want to talk.”

The young man spoke, his gaze still not falling on Encred.

“Are you the Iron Knight?”

The young man asked before anyone could say anything.

Encred stared at him. It wasn’t a face he recognized. He didn’t look like anyone, either.

But isn’t it a knight and not an iron sword? It seems that in Azpen, the name of the knight of the iron wall has spread.

“The first person who taught me how to use a sword when I was young was my cousin. His name was Mitch Hurier.”

It is a name that remains vivid in Encred’s memory.

Mitch Hurier, an opponent I had faced twice.

“I was lucky enough to quickly surpass my cousin’s skills, so I got a godfather.”

“godfather?”

“I am Ilord Hurier, the godson of Barnas Hurier.”

His father died at the hands of Ragnar, and his cousin, who first taught him the sword, died at the hands of Encred.

Encred was like the enemy of the young man named Illod. However, there was no resentment or resentment in his eyes.

But he bowed his head and said,

“First of all, let me say hello. Thank you.”

Regardless of his grudge, Illrod thought of a cause.

That is, he knew that the man in front of him had prevented the deaths of soldiers who were about to die in a heap for no reason. Some things were told to him by Abnayer, and some he had personally stepped forward to find out.

Encrid, who stopped the army, deserved respect, so there was no resentment.

That is why I wanted to express my gratitude. I was able to stand here thanks to the King’s consideration, so I had to say what I had to say, even though I knew that things would be difficult for me when I returned.

The man in front of me killed my cousin and my godfather, but saved thousands of soldiers.

Although he is said to be the godson of Barnabas, the fact that he has over a hundred fake sons and that Mitch Hurier used to bully him when he was young could also be the reason why he does not hold emotional grudges.

In my opinion, Ilrod just did what he had to do.

“If I ever get the skills, I’ll go challenge you to a duel.”

Illod finished saying what he wanted to say.

He was a very closed-minded person who had to live by judging right and wrong to feel satisfied.

That is why he was a person who would not easily become corrupted or dyed in other colors.

“as you please.”

Encred nodded. He couldn’t know everything about his opponent’s intentions, but he knew that Illod’s words were not spoken out of spite.

Above all, what he said was full of sincerity.

One more thing to add is that he was also a person I liked.

Isn’t making up your mind and acting according to that will similar to how Encred himself lives?

Although he is less perceptive than Encred himself.

“Are you crazy?”

Looking at the middle-aged woman glaring at Illod from the side, it seemed like it wasn’t a planned action. As she spoke, the woman glanced at Encred. If things went wrong and he started stabbing her, she wouldn’t be able to stop him, so it was worth keeping an eye on him.

Illod, who had actually brought up the subject, was indifferent.

That seemed to make the middle-aged woman feel even more uncomfortable. I could see a furrow forming between her eyebrows.

Anyway, their conversation ended here.

Illod looked straight ahead, and Saxon took his hand away from the dagger he had been secretly fiddling with.

Of the two kings, Krang listened to their conversation with interest, while the king of Azpen remained expressionless.

“What an interesting friend you are.”

The crane said.

“He’s a friend who doesn’t know how to hide his feelings.”

The two of them exchanged a few words and each took a sip of the wine in the leather case.

It was a shabby place for a conversation between kings and kings, and there were no fancy glasses or expensive food, but it was crazy for a king to come here in the first place.

It was a strange thing in itself that kings and kings met and talked on the current continent.

In a world without cities and walls, you are exposed to the threat of demons and beasts, and you have to deploy a large number of troops just to protect your farmland.

In this world, the very fact that a king crossed his border and spoke to a foreign king was an adventure.

How much more so when it comes to a conversation between kings!

Since there was no concept of neutral ground, even if they tried to meet, it usually fell through because they were both suspicious of each other, and even if they did meet, they had to bring their knights or make all sorts of preparations for protection, so there was no reason to waste that much time and manpower.

Nevertheless, Krang created this position by resorting to unnecessary measures.

After that, Encred stood there blankly and served as an escort.

There was nothing to be felt around me. There was no ominous feeling or energy whatsoever.

Christ said that it was not necessary for the king to visit in person, but that it would not pose a great threat.

Of course, it was typical of Chris to insist on going there.

It was frustrating to be putting oneself in danger, but Krang smiled gently and said, “It’s fun.”

To be honest, even if King Azpen had done something wrong, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

That’s why Saxony and Sinar came together.

As I was staring blankly, a conversation between the king and the king began.

And the conversation between the two was far from what everyone expected.

* * *

King Azpen waited for Kraang to intervene.

So, either say that they broke the non-aggression pact and demand a price, or demand unconditional surrender.

‘Or is it a vassal state?’

It was all something to be endured.

To be honest, it was a very strange thing to ask you to meet me here.

‘To kill?’

Is it right to plan something like this just to kill yourself?

Then why not try a more sophisticated method?

That’s not it. So what the other person wants is submission. They want to humiliate you.

Hey, come out.

You should know that this is a situation where you have to come out.

King Azpen could not stand to watch his soldiers and people die because of his pride.

He wasn’t smart, but he knew how to keep his promises.

Of course, I couldn’t just go along with everything the King of Naurilia said, so I spoke first.

“Why did you ask to meet me if I brought my hidden troops and came after you?”

It was a declaration of intent to force submission and obedience, but not to kneel easily.

Krang smiled at those words and asked back.

“Do you have any hidden troops?”

What are you going to do when you know that all the knights are dead?

The king of Naurilia had a devil’s tongue. To King Azpen’s eyes, the man’s face looked like it was possessed by a devil.

How many times have you laughed at yourself before you came to this place? Is that a sense of victory hidden behind your smiling face?

Okay. Do you want to get drunk on that low-class feeling of victory?

Yes, do so. I will be able to kneel and bow my head.

But that can’t last forever.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, as time passes, Azpen will rise again.

After I die, my son, the knights my son leads, and those with a new purpose will rise again.

The king wanted to look at Krang with a bloody face, but held back. It was a time when patience and composure were needed.

Although it seemed like Azpen started the fight first, the actual fight between the two countries was over the Green Pearl.

Azpen dreamed of stockpiling food based on Green Pearl, while Naurilia was wary of her neighbors developing a strong military force.

Because stockpiling food is tantamount to increasing military power.

If we sell the surplus food beyond feeding them well, wouldn’t that amount be used to fund military expenses?

Green Pearl was also a land with great potential.

Now that we have to settle down as a vassal state, the borders will be pushed back.

Even though King Azpen had made up his mind, he was not about to give everything up easily.

And the crane.

“If that is my fate, I must accept it.”

He blurted out the words.

King Azpen thought for a moment about what this meant. It was a question about what to do if there were hidden troops, and an answer to what to do if threatened.

While thinking for a moment about the unexpected answer, Krang opened his mouth again. His voice was clear and cheerful.

“I’m struggling to survive the problem of life and death, but there are some things that I just don’t like. But if heaven, if God doesn’t like me like this, and says, “You’ve become so insignificant, you should just die,” what should I do? I have no strength, so I should just die.”

As Krang spoke, he pointed to the sky with his right index finger. It seemed as if the night sky, with two moons and stars embroidered on the black canvas, was touching the tip of Krang’s index finger.

The King of Azpen knew that what Kraang was saying was a result of calculations. He knew it all too well in his head.

He brought the knights with him, and he also knew that Azpen had no power to stop those three knights, and that a clumsy assassination attempt or surprise attack would only bring about bad news.

If you don’t know what the aftermath of doing something like that will be, it’s better to just kick the head away and play with it.

Still, it was difficult to take my eyes off the talking Krang.

“Are you kidding me?”

The king of Azpen asked.

“If you were trying to tease me, you wouldn’t have lied about being sick and sneaked all the way here. Do you have a dream? I have a small but meaningful dream.”

Krang got up from his seat, as slowly and gently as he had when he sat down.

Of the four guarding Azpen, three, excluding Prok, flinched, but Naurilia remained unshaken.

Just follow the crane with your eyes.

Under the night, when there was no light source except moonlight and a campfire, Krang shone alone.

“After erasing the devil and the evildoers from the world, we will hang all those who do absurd things and tell everyone to stop fighting.”

What kind of nonsense is this?

Even if you can stop the demons, the magic realm is irresistible.

And what? You tell me to stop fighting?

It was all just nonsense.

Yet, there was magic in Krang’s words and gestures.

“Krang said, spreading his hands.

“We, humans and all other species, have never joined forces, have we? The same goes for Naurilia and Azpen.”

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on his words and gestures.

Krang spoke passionately against the backdrop of the stillness of the night.

“That’s nonsense!”

The king of Azpen shouted with a flushed face.

From those words, Encred thought that his opponent was halfway there.

Because it was a reaction that couldn’t have come out if I hadn’t listened seriously.