Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 837

837. If you survive, you become stronger.

The admiration of the white stone was fleeting, and so was the fervent confession of his feelings for Shinar. Christ asked.

“Who did you bring this time? You went to the Pen-Hanil Mountains and fought the Salamanders, and you won, right?”

The Border Guard standing force also fought the flame anomaly. Chrys was briefed on the entire situation. Encred nodded calmly.
It’s true that they brought someone, and it’s true that they fought the salamanders.
So, is that a relief? It would be. Chrys thought so, and then was introduced to Temares, surprised again, and then surprised again when he learned he was a dragon.
And then, upon seeing his appearance…

“I wonder if there will be any obligation to work at the salon.”

He muttered.
It was a truly Christ-like remark. Temares, on the surface, possessed a unique beauty, much like Cinnar. His vertically slit eyes held a mysterious air, and his closely spaced nose and mouth gave him a face that was clearly handsome. He had a slender appearance, but he was tall and had long limbs.
Ragnar had praised his arms for wielding a longsword, and Audin described his physique as well-proportioned.
Add to that his lemon-blonde hair, which shone white, reflecting the sunlight.
His eyes, while bright and warm, were at the same time alien.

‘This works.’

If she debuts in the salon, she’ll become as explosively popular as Encred or Sachsen. While she may appear slender, her toned forearms will also be a draw. Her
balanced physique will be a joy to behold.

‘Face and body are also talents.’

Christ believes so. It’s just a shame that these talented people are so focused on other things.

‘Everything will be okay if you just debut.’

Christ saw it that way, but of course, Temares showed no interest whatsoever.

“My duty is not there.”

He simply cut him off and ignored him. Yong-in possessed a talent for mind reading. He sensed a pure and intense desire in Christ, but nothing matched that desire.
Christ smacked his lips, feeling a pang of regret.

“Weren’t you worried about the devil’s revenge until just now?”

Seeing such a cry, Abnayer asked from behind.

“I did.”

Christ answered calmly. His eyes flicked between Encrid, Saxon, and Yongin, then finally to Rem and Audin. ”
They both possess a unique charm, after all.”

“now?”

Abnayer asks again.

“No.”
“It doesn’t seem like it.”
“If there are more important things to do, you can put that aside for a while.”

The worries remained. However, Kreis had now learned to swallow them and speak.
He said that anxiety and worry were like holding a glass full of water and not letting it go.
The work had already been done. So, while continuing to do what he had been doing, he should temporarily set aside the glass filled with anxiety. Kreis did just that. The salon’s pretense was one of the elements that gave him mental rest.
There was another reason why Kreis’s anxiety was soothed.

‘Everyone came back safely.’

Because we have once again confirmed the extraordinary power of those called disasters.

‘The legendary salamander.’

What if this tale of heroism were later turned into a song and sung in the salon?
It even gave him the luxury of such thoughts. Chrys had once again grasped the power of those gathered around Encred.
No one knew how the knights’ power would be revealed in the future.
In any case, the party returned, and the Salamanders, unknown to anyone, had made their home in the Fairy City.
Cinnar complained of fatigue and asked to be carried several times, but Encred ignored him, suggesting the dragon take a day off.

“There is nothing but fighting in that head.”

Shinar pleaded for the truth, but no one paid attention. Encred, this wasn’t something new.
It was all familiar and natural to them. Yongin didn’t find any mystery in it. He wasn’t interested in things unrelated to his duties. But now, he was intrigued by a single human being. That’s why he asked.

“You really like fighting.”

It was obvious from the outside, and it was obvious from the inside.
Yong-in spoke, and he also knew that his opponent simply didn’t like to “fight.”

“It seems like you like challenges more than fights.”

It’s mind reading. It’s Yong-in’s special talent, based on insight. He sensed what the human named Encred wanted.
That made it even more interesting.

‘The will is high and bright.’

At its foundation lies a spirit that endures repeated challenges without collapsing. It is a form never before seen in humans or any other intelligent being.

‘How can this be?’

I will encounter countless obstacles that I will have to pour everything I have into to overcome them, and I will have to survive them to be able to do so.

‘As long as you don’t die.’

Theoretically, it was possible.
Yongin’s insight was truly extraordinary. He didn’t know Encred was repeating the same day, but he glimpsed the core of it.
He didn’t even think of digging deeper to uncover the secret.
Yongin saw the result, not the process. He was simply intrigued by it.

* * *

The Yongin race possessed several special abilities.
These were: the first, the “Speech Spirit,” the second, the “Dragon’s Eye,” and the third, the “Dragon’s Eye.”
While the “Speech Spirit” referred to the natural willpower to subdue opponents, the “Dragon’s Eye” referred to the ability to transform their skin into a hardened armor, impervious to even the most severe sword strikes. Finally, the “Dragon’s Eye” referred to their ability to discern the will of their
opponents. While their reptilian-like eyes were distinctive, they were nonetheless called “Dragon’s Eye” because of their insight.
Temares could perceive the will of an opponent the moment they saw it, even the beginning of their movements. The Yongin were a race born with this insightful nature. Exactly one day after the Salamander incident,
the Yongin woke up early in the morning and studied the sweaty Encred.
His radiant will stirred his emotions. Though it wasn’t apparent, Temares found joy in simply observing this human.
And as he watched the dawn training of a human being, Prok Luagarne felt as if he had found a companion.

“Isn’t Yong-in not interested in other people’s business?”

This is what Luagarne asks, watching Encred, Audin, and Teresa torture themselves with tools carved from iron.
Encred’s early morning training partners were usually Audin and Teresa, with Lawford and Fel occasionally joining in.
Of course, other unit members also participate when they so choose.

“Okay, brother.”

Audyn spoke, swinging a short iron ball up and down, a round iron ball with a handle attached. The movement caused the dense muscles of his upper body to twitch.

‘A trained body.’

Even Yong-in saw it that way. It was a body like a lump of iron, densely packed with small, delicate muscles between large ones.
Naturally, Encred’s body was no less impressive. The size difference was obvious, of course.
Audin’s response was that Encred was training without overdoing it.
Having fought yesterday, this morning’s training was merely a moderate warm-up.
Luagarne waited patiently, looking ahead with a question in her mind, while Temares spoke a language she had become accustomed to in just two days.

“Yes.”

“He’s a bit slow to respond.
Luagarne didn’t pay much attention to it, even though she was thinking about it. Frock and Yongin are no exception when it comes to being indifferent to things outside their interests.
A defining characteristic of these two is their willingness to accept others’ behavior as is.

“But why?”

But I still asked. Curiosity is Prock’s weapon.

“Interesting.”

A short, blunt answer came back.
Luagarne thought as she listened to the answer.

‘The devil who tempts even Yongin.’

It would be perfectly acceptable to give him such a nickname. Furthermore, I felt that nicknames like “Demon Slayer” and “Balrog Slayer” should be discarded.
Encred’s nickname is “Demonic Knight.” That’s right. Now, isn’t
it time for him to court even demons? Of course, it’s hard to welcome the courtship of demons. They immediately pounced and awakened the Salamanders. If only their forces had been slightly lacking.

‘The harsh reality must have arrived.’

Unwilling to face that reality, Encred would sweat profusely again today.
Luagarne realized once again why Encred was holding on and living.

‘I must not waste even today.’

He knew it with both his head and his heart, knowing he could protect his back and advance toward his goals. That was all.
While Encred was drenched in sweat, Temares was also slowly warming his blood. Yongin had this kind of talent.
He stood still, tensing and releasing his muscles, ready to move at any moment. His blood was warm, his muscles were relaxed. He was ready for battle.

“I’m ready.”

Temares spoke. Encred nodded and stood before him. It was only a day later that the two met in the training grounds. Need I say more? Not at all.
They both drew their weapons. The blue light of dawn and the white of their longswords mingled.

Boom!

The blades, each bearing Will, clashed, sending a whirlwind of wind through the surrounding area.
He aimed for three or four weak points, stabbing and cutting, but Yong-in displayed a firm defense. Encred paused for a moment and asked.

“What is that sword?”

This sword remains intact even after meeting the dawn countless times. Its material doesn’t even look like ordinary metal.

“It was made by extracting one of my bones and refining it.”

Temares answered. Yongin’s engraved weapon had a slightly fiery edge.

“Do bones grow back?”
“There is an unnecessary bone near the tail.”

When asked if it was common for someone to make a weapon from their own bones, Yong-in nodded in agreement.
There wasn’t a single story he heard during their sparring that wasn’t interesting. The two continued their duel, chatting intermittently for several days. It was a match that satisfied both Encred and Temares.
However, it didn’t cross a certain line. By the standards of the Mad Knights, it was a truly light match.

“It’s a bit hit.”

Rem said that after watching the first day’s sparring. On the second day, Ragna wiggled his eyebrows and said:

“I’m getting better.”

Saxon just watched with a blank stare, while Pell and Lawford showed signs of victory.

“Should I show you what my axe tastes like?”

In the middle, Rem intervened, speaking like a third-rate thief, and Pell, Lawford, and Teresa also jumped in one after another.

“This thing really doesn’t smell at all. It’s amazing. Is it like that all over Yongin?”

Dunbakel remarked that it was strange to see Yongin, who had no scent but a distinct presence.
Somehow, Temares found himself mingling with everyone.
What was the atmosphere in the city like during that time?
It was peaceful. The previous fight seemed unconcerned.
The reason for this indifferent behavior was, in fact, nothing major. The standing army had fought a fiery entity, but they didn’t think it was a big deal. That was all.
The Fen-Hanil Mountains were always a place where monsters would emerge every morning and night.
So, if a sudden swarm of ice monsters came the next morning, it wouldn’t be surprising. Indeed, white-furred giants called Yetis would descend from the mountains every winter. Their numbers were so small that they didn’t attract much attention.
The occasional drake would have been enough to frighten, but that was a thing of the past.
The standing army had significantly changed, and a mad knight order now resided here.
When Drake appears, the city has enough troops to secure the skin in such a way that the key issue becomes how well it can be retrieved.
Even without the Mad Knights, it wouldn’t be a stretch to call in only the most elite members of the standing army.
Of course, only those in charge of the city budget, including Krys, would consider the full value of things like Drake and monster skins.
The standing army itself simply fought.

“Still, that’s true. Can you beat up a salamander too?”

I was just so surprised that Garrett Guy, this man, knew the truth so well.

‘It’s different.’

The Border Guard is vastly different from other cities. It’s different from the cities under the Duke of Okto, including Nauril, and the trading cities considered the most affluent places to live.
Is this simply due to the absence of battles with Azpen?

‘Or is it because of that big-eyed fellow named Chris?’

When we examine the underlying causes of any phenomenon, we discover there’s more than just one reason. The world isn’t that simple. However, there is a fundamental reason.

‘Encred.’

He, the mad knight commander, enjoyed teaching me what he’d learned. He made it a given that building up stamina through things like hellfire would be a natural thing.
Chrys’s efforts and some geographical factors likely contributed to this.

‘Things kept happening, and I had to deal with them and overcome them.’

The old adage from the continent would have applied to this city as well.

‘If you survive, you become stronger.’

It’s the same whether you’re a mercenary or a merchant.

‘This city.’

I survived and became a solid rock. The atmosphere was different than when I was confident.

‘It’s not my place to say anything now.’

Garrett Guyro was a wild man. He was neither a politician nor a soldier, but a bard.
He composed a song about the devilish knight who defeated the Salamander, but his hardships didn’t instill a new talent for songwriting, so his songs never caught on.

“It’s a shame. I have to tell the legend with my own mouth.”

Anyway, Garrett was gone, and the Border Guard had a new intelligence.