Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 850

850. The dream has arrived

She was a woman of similar build to the thin man, with a distinct scar on her face and slightly sunken cheeks. Crys observed her and asked.

“What did you say your name was?”

Encred answered those words.

“Edin Molsen.”
“Your appearance has changed a little.”

He had changed, not just a little, but a lot. He had shed the mask of his former rascally ways, and the days of desperately trying to save his sister were over.
Edin had answered Encred’s call, but he knew there would be many obstacles. Would the others welcome him? Surely not.

‘If you refuse here.’

Should I prove myself? For what? For the people who believed in me?

‘Or should I be aware of my position and step back?’

Molsen, how dare the son of a traitor be here?
My feelings are complicated. Perhaps hiding was the right thing to do. If I hadn’t come out into the world, this conflict wouldn’t have arisen.

‘but.’

Is it enough to just live? Throwing away all purpose and meaning in life? Turning a blind eye to what you can do?
My brother’s eyes met his. His reddish brown eyes blinked at me.

‘If I may dream.’

If this last chance were to be grasped,
it wasn’t simply a desire to demonstrate his abilities. It was a challenge to ask, what could Edin, a man who had left his father, do?

“Are you the son of Count Molsen?”

A messenger from Nauril was also present. The messenger questioned, looking at Edin. His surprise was palpable. He stared at her with wide eyes.
The civil war started by Count Molsen was an event that would be remembered for generations in Naurilia history.
The messenger didn’t know that the count was possessed by the demon of the Magical Realm, but he knew what he had done. He
had attempted to depose the queen and usurp the rightful king.
Kreis looked at his captain and asked,
“What is this? What are you thinking?”
Encred hadn’t changed his mind since he first saw Edin. No, he had always thought the same, independent of Edin.
He cheered on the child who dreamed of becoming a herbalist. He cheered on the woman who dreamed of becoming an elixirist.
He cheered on the man who wanted to use his powers to save people.
The messenger rolled his eyes. Looking at the situation, it seemed like something could explode at any moment.

“Prepare to conquer the continent, Christ.”

Encred spoke. The messenger couldn’t even swallow his saliva.
What? Treason? Is that why you brought the son of a traitor?
If you think about it for a moment, it’s absurd. Plotting treason and bringing the son of a traitor are two different things.
And why bring that up now?
The messenger’s mind was frozen for a moment, unable to function properly. Still, one thing was certain.

‘You’re telling me this story in front of me?’

Isn’t that like saying you’re going to cut my throat soon?

“Continental conquest? Oh, is that what you’re talking about?”

Chrys’s tone remained unchanged, as if it were nothing significant. With war with the South looming, what great thing was there to be inviting a traitor’s son?
Besides, it was Encred’s doing. There had to be a reason. He’d just told me part of it.

“If that’s what you want, then yes, of course.”

Kreis nodded.
To grasp the meaning of their conversation, Encred had asked for a place for Edin, and Kreis had agreed.
Edin understood, as did his younger brother, and most simply nodded.
The only people present were those familiar with Encred’s usual style of communication.
Excluding those who were uninterested, like Yongin and Ragna, most understood the general gist.
Of course, he wasn’t the messenger. He held his breath, observing the situation closely.

“Where does the continental conquest begin?”

With perfect timing, Rem spoke from behind the messenger. The messenger felt his heart sink. Of course, it was a joke, but if he let it go any longer, his heart would stop beating without him even touching it.
Chrys looked at Rem, then casually introduced the person standing before him and spoke.

“Ah, Your Majesty’s messenger. I have heard the whole story. Please return and relay what you have just heard.”

Cold sweat dripped down his back. The messenger barely opened his mouth to ask again.

“……Yes?”
“You can just say that you will now take Edin Molsen with you from the Border Guard.”

The messenger struggled to get out.

“His Majesty wishes that you depart for the south as soon as preparations are complete.”

Yet, he said everything he had to say. He spoke with his head half-turned at the door. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
Encred thought Krang had chosen one messenger correctly. If anything, his lack of courage was a flaw.
Of course, among the mad knights, few men could remain sane after such a joke.
Edin, watching from the side, was as surprised as the messenger. Everything was easy. Encred made his decision, and the rest followed.
It was similar to his father’s time looking after the family, yet different.
Back then, when his father made a decision, everyone followed. No, they had to.

‘To survive.’

Fight to live. Edin, should I take in a man who doesn’t even know how to fight before he’s my son?

Memories become pain, and pain becomes suffering. Edin endured it all to come here.
If he had intended to forget his father and live, he would have hidden in the first place and never come out.
Encred was different from his father. When he spoke, everyone followed naturally.

“Then, shall we try a simple test? What will you do first?”

Christ was harsh. He spoke without even mentioning the city’s situation or anything else.
Abnayer watched the situation quietly, thinking.

‘I guess you don’t like it that much.’

Kreis knows how to manage people. Even if it means putting himself aside, you can tell from how he treats his subordinates and others. Entrusting people with tasks that match their abilities was Kreis’s greatest strength.
Was asking this question to the author now an attempt to discourage him?
Edin blinked a few times before answering. No matter how things turn out, if an opportunity presents itself, you must seize it. That’s why I’m here.

“First, please arrange a meeting with the mayor of the trading city.”
“I was asking what I should do first.”
“It’ll take a long time if I say it out loud.”
“Isn’t it a skill to say something long concisely and persuasively?”

Edin looked into Chrys’s large eyes. Somehow, those eyes seemed as mad as Encred’s.

“There are three things missing from the Border Guard right now.”

Edin said, putting his little finger on his right thumb and extending his index, middle, and ring fingers.

“First, crime. Second, tolerance. Third, leisure.”

Encred tilted his head. Rem, with a curious expression, rounded his lips and exclaimed, “Ohhh,” before watching. Suddenly, the mad knights had gathered around them.
Hearing the messenger speak of war and all, they were so excited they couldn’t stay still.
Saxon glanced at Edin, and Audin smiled.
Ragnar and Fel were natural fighters. They had no interest in administration. Even Edin’s words just now went unheeded. Lawford, a former knight, had gained a wealth of experience and knowledge.
However, most of this experience came from his time in the military or as part of the knightly order, so he understood the city’s situation from the perspective of the Border Guard’s standing forces.

‘You can’t maintain a standing army like this unless you’re wealthy.’

They’re numerous and well-trained.
Perhaps the royal guard enjoys such luxuries?

‘No, you have to be at least a squire.’

This is how they are treated.
In the mercenary world, the Border Guard standing army is rumored to be well-paid and well-equipped.

‘Of course, the training is so intense that many people run away.’

I understand those who run away. It’s a place where even those with talent become ordinary, and those who once made a name for themselves in the city learn humility.

‘That’s the Border Guard.’

There wasn’t just one rumor. It was a factual story, not a rumor. It was about frequent fighting and battles.
The Border Guard had fought many battles. Most recently, the Salamanders awakened, and a group of mages attacked.
They even wiped out the Magical Cult on the continent, so it’s only natural they’re considered their main enemy.

‘The risk that must be faced is that great.’

This is the mercenary world’s perspective. Lawford snapped out of his reckless thoughts.
Whatever it was, most people knew the Border Guard’s wealth. But what does it mean to be without leisure? What does generosity even mean?

“If you spend as much as you earn to maintain an army, you should earn more.”

Edin said. Was he intentional? Probably not. But it was a remark that resonated with Christ.

“Kin Baisar opened a clothing store and teahouse in Lockfried, and the teahouse became a place where stories of all kinds were exchanged. The library was also impressive.”

From here on, Encred only half-understood. It was a condensed story. Why did the story of Baisar’s teahouse suddenly come up here, and why did Vanessa’s library come up again?

“There are three things in Border Guard.”

Christ took Edin’s word. He held up three fingers, just like Edin.

“Security, force, location.”

Edin discussed the future direction of the city of Border Guard. Simply put, it was about expanding businesses that had not existed before.
The easiest option would be a salon or exhibition.
Why was this possible? Krang explained.
Based on Naurilia, Border Guard is skewed to the east. But, in other words…

‘A city that is above the Empire, reaches the East, and opens to the West through the Safe Pass and Stone Road.’

The Border Guard was where the Empire’s hawks came, targeting Encred. He also had ties to the Eastern King and was even friendly with the Pope of the Legion.
Was that the end? Zaunites occasionally visited, and routes were established with the trading cities and the West.
Furthermore, the tight security that prevented crime from occurring gave the city a sense of security, and the Mad Knights were a symbol of the city’s military might.
Edin believed the Border Guard possessed all the conditions for a soft power to take root.
Did Chrys not know this?
He had been too busy to do anything about it. And now he had limbs. Limbs that thought and moved on their own.
His talk of conquering the continent was half joke, half serious.
The serious part was his plan to influence the continent through culture.

‘culture.’

You could call it art.
If art, architecture, crafts, and music flourish, the city of Border Guard will become richer. Let’s be a little more ambitious here.

‘It also brings the power of a trading city.’

The foundation of all this was a city built on military might.
Edin was secretly surprised, for Kreis understood everything he said.
The salon Kreis envisioned wasn’t simply a place to drink and chat. It was a place where music was enjoyed, paintings were discussed, and architecture and crafts were showcased.

‘Is this a dream that came about thanks to the captain?’

That’s right.
If Encred brings about an end to the war as he said, such things will blossom in the next era.
An era of art will come.
That’s what he saw. However, there simply isn’t enough room for it now.

“It’s difficult to discuss this without mentioning trading cities. We give them opportunities and coexist.”

The Border Guard are tyrannical. They possess enough power to devour surrounding cities. Edin doesn’t flaunt this power, but rather proposes a life together.

“In the end, it’s not a fight to the death, but rather a fight where they become entangled and live together.”

Encred’s gaze was fixed on Edin. So, this was an unexpected statement. His dream was intertwined with her own.
While Encred pursued her own path with the sword, Edin took a different path.
He saw a way to live intertwined through administration and politics.
He separated two children who were fighting with each other by force. If the adult turned away, the children would immediately fight again. So, to prevent the children from fighting, he taught them to coexist. Kreis nodded and said.

“Pass.”

Edin felt that Encred and this child had similar speech patterns. Encred looked straight at Edin and spoke.

“Fight to survive, Edin. If you give up now, it won’t end with you alone.”

Fight to survive, see it through to the end.
Of all the things Edin learned from his father, these were the only things he took to heart.

‘Of all the things my father said, this one seems right.’

Edin is the son of a traitor whose name has been forgotten. He placed his left arm under his chest and bowed his head. It was a noble greeting.

“I will do so, my lord.”

After the knights gathered, Encred declared that he would immediately set out for the south.

“The city will be defended by a standing army.”

Christ had already spoken and given his word. Preparations were complete in less than half a day.
The next day, Encred and the knights departed south, and while they were on the move, a messenger from the Border Guard arrived to meet the king.

“Your Majesty, the son of Count Molsen…….”

When the messenger brought up the idea of ​​conquering the continent, Krang burst out laughing. He laughed so heartily that tears welled up in his eyes.

“He’s a real tease. Good job.”

The king wasn’t worried. Even the messenger had come with a sense of wonder. If it had been necessary, it wouldn’t have been a simple matter to cut off my head, but why didn’t he just leave me alone?

“Having the son of Count Molsen would be politically disadvantageous.”

Marcus Weisser spoke in an advisory capacity.

“Do you think that kid would care about politics?”
“No.”
“If we win the fight against the South, then we can worry about that.”

War is imminent. Krang stepped forward, the hem of his cloak fluttering.

“Call the Royal Guard.”

Marcus bowed his head and followed the king’s orders.
Even if he couldn’t fight on the front lines, he had no intention of sitting back and watching.
That was the kind of king Krang was.