Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 557

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The city center was extremely crowded, but the area Encred moved to had few people.

Although the atmosphere was conflicting, Encred enjoyed the moment.

A butterfly flew past my eyes, showing off its red wings.

A long flower bed was visible next to where the butterfly was passing.

They created flower beds like this all over the city, and the yellow and orange flowers blooming on them caught my eye.

It was beautiful.

It was the Holy Gold, the flower of the Virgin Mary. It was not a truly sacred flower, but its flower language was like that.

Is this the flower that God blessed with beauty that exists on earth?

So, Holy Gold meant not only the Virgin Mary, but also a saint or a saint.

Those who are born with divinity through direct blessing from God are saints and saints.

There were also a few maple trees in front of the flower bed. Their red leaves were scattered on the ground.

It was a really nice walking path. It was a newly paved path on the outskirts of the city, but there weren’t any commercial facilities to be seen.

Instead, you could see construction guilds and craftsmen here and there building things like buildings.

Even that seemed like just another part of the scenery.

What is peace? Isn’t it just living today and enjoying happiness?

The atmosphere was so lyrical that it made me think like that.

It’s a nice road, built on a scale that’s hard to find in rural cities.

Encrid walked all the way to his destination.

Land! Land! Land!

It was a blacksmith shop, a place where the sound of hammers striking at a steady rhythm was loud.

As I entered the small entrance that required a little bending down, the scenery inside came into view at a glance through Encred’s eyes.

It’s with the hot heat pushing away the cool breeze.

The space is larger than before, but nothing much has changed.

Gray ash and black soot, burning braziers and chimneys came into view. People who seemed to be part of the landscape also came into view.

“Atri.”

When Encred called him to greet him, he responded.

“Are you here?”

Aitri turned his head and met her eyes while sitting in front of the brazier.

“how is it?”

Since the previous battle with Azpen, Encred has been collecting all the weapons used by the enemy knights.

Of course, I only brought engraved weapons.

Of course, these were weapons made with precious metals and various refining techniques, so they were obviously valuable items, but Encrid gave them to Eitri.

It was for research and experimental purposes.

“We can’t make an engraved weapon right now.”

Aitri spoke immediately. His tone was firm.

“doesn’t care.”

Encred would entrust his weapons to the man with the dream. That was already decided and he had no intention of changing it.

In some ways, Encrid was stubborn to the point of being annoying.

Well, everyone around me knew that.

If you ask Shinar, you’ll probably get a similar answer.

“Then, would you please tell me what you have discovered, Encred?”

Aitri asked. This was Aitri’s request.

So, I want to know what Encred learned while fighting.

I want to know about Will’s usage, his attitude, and the changes that occurred in the meantime.

And while listening to the story, I looked at Encred’s palm and heard about his sword-wielding habits.

Encred spoke to Eitri and naturally realized that the blacksmith in front of him also had considerable martial arts skills. The level of questioning and answering was extraordinary.

“Do you know how to use a sword?”

“I know how to handle all weapons to some extent. I learned it because it was necessary for the process of making and testing them.”

“Do you train separately too?”

“No, just as much as necessary.”

Eitri also had talent. However, his wind could only be obtained through the heat of fire and iron, so he could only do so.

The name engraving weapon was given because it was a weapon that engraved will.

So this process may have been necessary.

‘Is everyone like that?’

Encrid was curious for a moment, but didn’t ask.

That’s not going to matter.

No matter what others did or how they had done it before, Aitri had found his own way, and he had decided to do it with him, so that was it.

What if it fails?

He too is only responsible for his own affairs.

Since this was a path I had already chosen and was moving forward on, and I didn’t feel like it was wrong, all I had to show here was trust.

“Do you believe it?”

Aitri asked in the middle of the conversation as if he was trying to figure out what was going on.

“I don’t know.”

Encrid answered honestly.

Neither of them smiled and just went about their business.

Eitri was indifferent. It may have been a time he had been secretly looking forward to and anticipating, but he didn’t show it on the outside.

It was the same with Encred.

“Okay.”

At Encred’s words, Eitri pushed back his chair and straightened his posture.

The attitude of listening, I thought this person also knew how to listen to people’s stories properly.

‘Rather than that, should I just focus on listening to the necessary parts?’

That would be right.

“I learned a lot of different things.”

Encred continued to talk as if he was babbling. Before he knew it, the Frock Sculptor had also come up next to Aitri.

Of course, it seemed like I was still training because I hadn’t given up on my dream.

As Encred began to speak, Eitri nodded intermittently.

Even if I couldn’t understand everything, it was enough to be able to roughly understand some of the concepts.

Eitri asked himself that question countless times, and he confirmed it again by comparing it to what he had learned and practiced.

He too had a lesson learned from the process of melting down and hammering away at the engraved weapons.

Then, Prock also came between the two.

Encrid was an unexpected and unthinkable time, but it was enjoyable.

Although they were not people who had ever wielded a sword, they were people who did their best without wasting a single day.

As I listened to Encred, I realized and learned a lot.

The three talked until the sun set and the moon rose, and it was late at night when Encred decided to leave.

“Use this. You should stop using that gladius.”

Encrid did as he was told without asking. As Eitri spoke, his apprentice brought out a short sword, the blade of which was moderately thick and slightly shorter than a gladius.

When I held it in my hand and examined the center of gravity, it felt relatively heavy.

“I mixed the ink.”

Aitri saw it and said.

“Use it well.”

The cost or price would have already been taken care of by Christ.

After hearing Aitri’s dream, I told him to look after me.

Encred stepped out.

A bright moon appeared above the cloudless sky.

Looking at the round full moon, Encred thought back on the conversation they had just had and recalled the events of the day.

There is no lightning-quick epiphany in your head.

‘Did I drive myself to do my best every day?’

I just had that thought.

And then the same day started again.

I walked around the city and saw this and that, but nothing had changed. He was still swinging his sword, just like before.

After meeting Eitri, I heard about the engraved weapon, and started training again, signing up for the necessary tasks and receiving letters.

It was a letter from King Anu of the East, who had arrived after quite a long time.

Judging from the content, it seemed like the rumor had spread all the way to the East.

-Iron Knight? Is that you? What did you do? I’m curious, so write down the details and send it to me. Oh, and the kid you sent me is still alive. He might die soon, though. And the Mad Knights? That’s a good name. They’re all crazy.

Well, that’s not wrong.

If you exclude them, you could say that they were all crazy.

I could tell just by hearing the rumors.

The letter had a faint smell of blood and the handwriting was sloppy. It looked like it had been scribbled down in a hurry after a fight somewhere.

Encred wrote a reply.

It was quite short because I didn’t think there was any reason to write it at length.

-That’s just how it happened. Dunbakel is not someone who dies easily.

It’s time to write letters and swing my sword again to pass the time.

Rem, who was diligently polishing the blade of his axe on one side of the training ground, asked.

“But why did you name him Mad?”

Encred didn’t believe all the rumors. However, he didn’t think that those under his command were normal. It was the same as when he secretly answered Anu’s letter.

When Rem asked, Ragnar, Saxon, Audyn, Teresa, Lawford, and Fel all listened.

Moreover, even Luagarne rolled her big eyes and opened her mouth to look at him. Seeing her gurgling and expressing doubt, it seemed that it had stimulated even Frock’s characteristic curiosity.

Luagarne said, puffing out her cheeks.

“Yeah, I was curious too.”

Encred thought about that for a moment. Was it right to openly call a madman crazy?

No, it won’t be.

Therefore, Encrid could not bring himself to speak honestly.

“Because you fought so well, you were crazy.”

His voice was a little weak. Still, his meaning was clear and his message was conveyed clearly.

Rem nodded in agreement.

“That’s right.”

As Krang said, everyone, including Encrid, nodded.

Because that sounds right.

After that, Encred was swinging his sword, meditating, and moving Will around to do various things until the sun went down, when Crys came to visit him.

It was a face that had a lot to say. That was how it seemed to Encred.

Traces of worry and agony were evident on Christ’s face.

* * *

Christ decided that now was a crossroads.

‘Now, let’s think about it.’

He had two paths to take. One was to continue living as he was now, and the other was to throw everything away and run away to some remote part of the empire.

What does it mean to live like this?

‘It’s a life where you never know when you might die from poison or from an arrow.’

Then what about just throwing everything away and running away?

‘Where are you going to hide and live out your life quietly?’

To be honest, the latter is not a life I really want. But the risk is low. Will Nurat follow? No.

That means I had to give up everything I had and leave.

‘That’s right.’

Instead, there will be significantly fewer deaths. There will be no more headaches like there are now. That’s it. It’s crazy to want to live a short and intense life.

Isn’t life supposed to be long and comfortable and enjoyable in moderation?

Let’s open a salon in some corner of the city and live a decent life.

Christ was different from others. He knew that better than anyone else.

‘I am perfectly normal.’

It doesn’t really fit the name of the Mad Knights. That’s why.

‘Let’s give up.’

Christ had a glimpse of what was to come on the continent.

Fire and iron, blood, the boundary between life and death, demons and devils, in the end, you will go crazy with anxiety.

Do I have to calculate all of that and find a way to survive every time?

‘It might be faster for Ragna to travel around the continent.’

A world stained with blood will come. That’s how it will be. Even so, we can’t just let Encred do whatever he wants and let him live comfortably.

‘Is there a place for me here?’

There will be room. There will be plenty of things you need.

But to that extent, you will become close friends with death.

In the end, I might have to hold my friend’s hand and leave for that distant world across the river.

A firm determination stands firm in your heart.

The captain built a wall out of willow.

Christ himself has now set his mind to it.

I thought about it for several days without even telling Nurat first, and as soon as I made up my mind, I went to find Encrid.

“colon.”

It was the darkening hour when the sunset was fading away and the orange glow was fading and disappearing beyond the mountains.

It was a blue darkness, but the sun scattered traces of light as if making a last effort, creating a blue darkness.

In the darkness, two blue eyes looking straight ahead see themselves.

The owner of those eyes will never change his mind no matter what happens.

Christ looked into the captain’s eyes and knew that his resolve was unwavering.

‘This isn’t a place for someone like me.’

The continent will burn. The war with Azpen was not the problem. Up until this point, the plan had been made somehow, but it could not be endured any longer.

Christ was here because he felt limited.

I felt that the recent conflicts and factionalism within the city, and the countless other problems that were occurring, were all beyond my control and beyond my ability to solve.

I didn’t feel sorry at all. My bowl was just about the size of mine.

No, it’s a little disappointing.

I was curious to see how far Encred would go.

But for Christ, his dreams, his life, his existence were more important.

Nothing was more important than that.

‘That’s it.’

Encred became a knight. It was the result of his continuous progress, and since he had seen it this far, Kreis felt that he had no regrets.

“Do you have any concerns?”

Encred asked and Christ shook his head in response.

“I don’t think it’s a problem.”

It’s a problem that has already been concluded.

He had cloudy eyes and a murky voice. He didn’t look neat either.

Encred noticed that Chrys had been overloaded with work lately.

Some of them were his own doing, and some of them were things that Encred couldn’t solve by stepping in.

Wouldn’t it be right to cheer them on in times like this?

“I heard about Krang’s ambitions while passing by this time.”

aspiration?

Christ wasn’t particularly curious, but since it had come to this, he wanted to hear everything and say what he wanted to say.

“Empires and great powers were also in Krang’s paintings.”

The devil, the empire, the great power, the cult.

Even though it was large, it was too big.

‘This is definitely not the place for me.’

The resolution still remained unwavering.

“Even empires and great powers can build salons.”

Encrid said and Christ experienced an earthquake.

So, I was shaken. Not my body, but my mind.