Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 606

606. Departure

What should I do if things turn out the way I want them to and I don’t enjoy watching it happen?

‘It’s not good.’

Crys didn’t like the fact that the present was going very differently from his calculations. It was disturbing his sleep.
It was the first insomnia he had had in a long time.
Right after Encred returned, after he realized that something had happened within the Holy Nation, he had been watching the situation until the gathering of the Gray God Holy Army. This was the conclusion he had come to.
The cult’s tricks were deeper in the continent than he thought.
Even if the cult didn’t lead all of this, it seemed clear that they were involved to some extent.

‘Can we wipe out all the social classes?’

How? Since no method came to mind, the worst-case scenario kept flashing through my head.
What if there was a guy in the cult who would spread curses just by touching him?
Krys didn’t know that such a guy had already come and failed.

‘If it were me, I’d aim for the captain first.’

No matter what anyone says, the Border Guard was a territory that revolved around one person.
If Encred were gone, no one would be able to fill that void. The Knights, who are called madmen and madness, would immediately disperse.

‘How do we keep Rem, Ragnar, Saxon, and Audin?’

Who could possibly contain them all?
Here were Esther, Cynard, Pel, Lawford, and Teresa.
Kreis could hardly bear even one of them.
Encred carried all of their winds on his back and held them in his arms, yet he was calm.
He would have felt himself going crazy under the pressure, but as always, he swung his sword.

“I told Atri, so go and see.”
“Why aren’t you scolding me for breaking your equipment?”
“Would you listen if I scolded you? And this is underwear woven with real silver. Esther also infused it with a protective spell, so take it with you.”

Encred stared at Christ and asked, as he brought out thin, transparent underwear.

“Where does it hurt?”
“Why are you complaining even though I took care of it?”
“Just get some sleep.”

After that, Kreis didn’t really talk about his worries and had several sleepless nights.
Then Encred brought up the topic of going on a campaign.
And then, without doing anything, the sleepless nights disappeared. It may not have been Encred’s intention, but Kreis seemed to have seen some kind of answer when he saw his actions.

‘What should I do if things turn out differently than I intended?’

How can I do it?
You just have to move the way you want. Will it work as you wish? If not, you have to change the things around you one by one.
If I don’t change, my surroundings won’t change, and if my surroundings don’t change, everything will stay the same.
So, one step at a time.
That’s the life Encred has shown so far.
Let’s add some of the reality of Christdown here.

‘Is the world something that changes just because you want to change it?’

That wouldn’t be it.
Then what do I need to achieve my dream and follow my wind?
Strength.
That doesn’t necessarily mean swordsmanship or force. It’s a world where even strong beliefs that come from will can be strength.
In any case, what’s needed now is fists and swords.
Was Encred’s training and discipline for this kind of thing all along?
I don’t know for sure, but for Chrys, there was a moment he felt for the first time in his life.

“Go.”

As I watched the departing Encred speak and those who would be called knights ride away on their horses, strangely enough, I had no sinister thoughts at all.
So I didn’t feel like praying for their blessings as they set out.

“Do you know what he said when I thanked him for saving me the cross guard last night?”

It was Abnayer who approached me and asked, “Let’s talk comfortably like friends.”

“What did you say?”

It was easy for Christ to speak loudly, so he did what he felt comfortable with. Abnayer respected that.

“He said he just came back after doing some sword fighting.”

Abnayer watched them leave for a moment and then added:

“Yeah, maybe it was just one stab. But for some people, that one stab could be the moment that changes their entire lives. For others, it could be the moment when they realize that what they did was the worst decision of their lives.”
“Ah.”

Christ let out a short exclamation. What he meant hit home.
Seeing Encred’s attitude, he realized how to face problems.
If he needed strength, he would use it to swing his sword for the values ​​he believed in. That was the knight Encred. Such thoughts crossed his mind.

“If you know poverty, you will know abundance. If you know how to wait, you will know how to be happy. Fallen fruits ripen first.”

Abnayer was a long-time believer in the god of abundance.

“It will be someone’s turn to know poverty.”

Christ said. It was directed at those who were creating a new social network, whether it was the Gray God or something.
Of course, they would never have a chance to hear it.

* * *

Moving quickly did not mean that I could not see the surrounding scenery.
The sky, the wind, and the flowers blooming in winter caught my eye.
Less than a day after leaving, the cold wind mixed with sleet began to fall.
It was a truly spectacular sight, snow falling in a cloudless blue sky.
The temperature dropped sharply and it was cold, but the sleet I could see was incredibly beautiful. It was like white paint sprinkled on a blue canvas.

Crack.

And no matter how beautiful the scenery was, there was an author who was seething with resentment.

“If these kids are going to attack, why don’t they attack while it’s hot?”

It was Rem. He was dissatisfied with the cold. Ragna enjoyed the cold, so that was understandable.
He rather hated the heat. That’s why he didn’t want to move around even more in the middle of summer.

“It’s better to be cold. Move around and generate heat. That’ll do the trick.”

When Ragna responded to the grumbling, Rem’s eyebrows twitched. They weren’t just twitching, they were actually waving up and down like waves.
It was a trick that only someone who wasn’t quite so squeamish would see.
When I first saw it, I wondered if it had been done in the circus before.

“It’s better to be hot, you punk. Sweating is just a waste of time. Just drink some water and soak in a cool lake.”
“I forgot to talk to the beast.”
“Hey, go ahead and go a long way ahead. I don’t want to see you. If I send you away first, I don’t think we’ll ever see each other again.”

It was a familiar conversation. The two of them used to fight about this topic in midsummer and midwinter.
It rarely went as far as sword fighting.
In the summer, Ragna found sword fighting annoying, and in the winter, on the contrary, Rem found it annoying.

“Let’s go and fight those gray or black guys. Not here.”

Encred also appropriately dissuaded them. Soon, the two’s twisted grudge turned against their enemies.

“Let’s go and see, you zealots.”
“I’m willing to swing my sword for those zealots who can’t even find their way.”

Saxon followed along in silence, and Teresa occasionally hummed a song as they rode at a brisk pace.
Encred rode along, reviewing what he had learned so far and thinking about how to swing his sword. He had learned more from his men in the past few days.

“It’s cold, but it’s okay now. I can stand alone.”

Sinar changed her strategy. To be exact, she changed the direction of her jokes.
She used to joke that she was okay on her own, that she was fine even if she didn’t have someone to hold her.
Encred asked her why she kept making jokes like that.

“Is that funny?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m just joking.”
“Very, very, very much.”

Shinar paused for a moment, then opened his clear green eyes, which were too beautiful to be described as such, and spoke.

“It’s fun.”

Yes, that’s true.
Encred nodded calmly. They passed several cities on their way to Noah’s monastery.
Everyone changed horses at the post station, but Encred didn’t have to change horses because it was the first time in a while that One-Eyed gave him a ride.

“Are you sick?”

He asked because he felt that Ik-Nyun’s back muscles had developed significantly. Ik-Nyun shook his head from side to side, wondering what he meant.

Heehee.

It sounded like he was telling her not to talk nonsense.
Encrid recalled the conversation he had with Aitri while he was running, skipping the time he spent eating and sleeping.

“Is it broken?”

He was on his way back after splitting and eating the inky sword. It was clearly a sword that he had put a lot of effort into making, but Eitri spoke indifferently.

“Should I apologize?”

Encrid asked Eitri about that, and Eitri shook his head.

“Not at all.”

Then, as if he had been waiting, he took out a new sword.

“It will be light. I mixed it with silver.”

Previously it was a heavy, gold-plated sword, this time it was a sleek sword mixed with silver.

“Good quality silver has arrived from the silver mines near Levis. It is a very good material.”

Encred nodded again and took the sword. He swung it a few times and it was light. The blade was thicker than the Spark, but it was lighter. The
Mokgeum longsword seemed to suck in and absorb light, but this one gently accepted the light and let it stay on the blade.
That’s why the blade looked like gold.
No, the light that flowed from the blade also changed as the sky changed color. It was
a light, strong, and good sword.
Above all, there was an element that made me feel that Eitri’s skills had improved.

‘It sticks better to your hand.’

It fits better in your hand than the inky sword. It’s as if the sword is saying, “You are my master.” Of course, the sword doesn’t say anything.

“Huh? You want to go wild? Hold on. It’s coming soon.”

So there was no need to talk to the axe like Rem.
Encred felt the hot gazes of Fel and Lawford while they were walking, and it seemed like they both had a lot to say.
However, they didn’t talk to him, and Encred didn’t ask him anything. Judging from their expressions, it seemed like they needed to sort out something within themselves.
Encred’s insight had grown significantly because he had worked his way up from the bottom. Thanks to that, he was able to see through the current state of the two to some extent.
Teresa had a calm expression on her face that she had never seen before.

“It is said that divinity is originally the exclusive property of believers, but its power is not without principles, so gray light also exists.”

Although she occasionally said such things, she was mostly quiet.
Even if you assume that Esther didn’t say anything since she followed her in leopard form.
Somehow, Teresa seemed the most calm among the group. This was despite her being a half-giant. As
we ran, we soon came across a place where those who could be called enemies were gathered.

“I see some units ahead that are not in formation.”
“Which way?”

Didn’t Overdeer say they were going to organize an army and come? It could have been them.
Encred and his party were running so fast that they didn’t have time to hear the news around them, so they didn’t know about the other situation.
Even Saxon didn’t have time to gather information.
They literally ran here.

“Enemy. Gray light confirmed. Some of the Templars are leading the troops. They are setting up siege equipment in front of the monastery.”

Saxon, who had gone far ahead and returned after completing his reconnaissance, not only saw the troops gathering, but also saw them from afar.

‘Noah seems to have held up well.’

If they were installing siege equipment, they probably hadn’t fought properly yet.
Of course, Noah had fortified the monastery and held out well inside. He had bought time by talking about negotiating in the middle, but that wasn’t the only reason he had held out until now.
Mul, who called himself the Pope of the Gray God, knew that if not now, there would be no better opportunity to gather strength.
Right now, it was more important to gather those who believed in the Gray God here than to fight.
He had gathered like-minded people under the pretense of attacking the monastery. It was more important to gather strength than to show something right away.
If he started fighting right here, some of those who had been watching might fall.
Of course, the monastery was just a candle in the wind. Once he was ready, he would definitely crush it with force to prove that his intentions were right.
If he wanted more here, he had planned to wait for the troops from the Holy Nation to advance and fight them.
That was also the reason he moved slowly, but Encred couldn’t know all of this.
They’re just here, holding out well.
They’ve encountered the enemy, and their numbers are significantly smaller. Normally, they’d have to reorganize their units here and then rush in, but they didn’t have that option.

“It’s hitting.”

Encred said and ran. The one-eyed man kicked the ground as if responding to his words. He didn’t seem tired at all even though he had been running quite a bit.
At one point, he couldn’t even hear the one-eyed man running, and his body felt like it was floating. It
was because his acceleration had brought his speed to the level of a knight.
As he struck the enemy’s flank, one of them reacted.
It was a man wearing a gray-painted chest armor.
He could see his mouth wide open. He was also riding a horse. The surprised opponent pursed his lips and swung his flail. At that exact moment, the one-eyed man adjusted his speed appropriately.
Encred drew his new sword and swung it. The sword reflected the sun and scattered golden light. The
flail flew in under centrifugal force. It was aimed at Encred’s forearm.
The fact that he was aiming for the forearm, not the head or the body, showed his opponent’s experience.
Encred flicked the blade with just the strength of his wrist. Accordingly, the blade changed direction and cut off the enemy’s wrist.

Phew!

Blood spurted out of his wrist and he fell to the floor.

“Eww!”

There was a scream that followed. Encred swung his blade into the air once and turned his rider.
The squint-eyed man turned his body around lightly.

‘Not bad. No, is it better?’

If the Mukgeum sword was heavy, this one seemed a bit too light. But thanks to that lightness, the movements were light. It was a sword that was good for quick and nimble swordsmanship.
Anyway, this one was also very satisfying. The wrist that Eitri’s sword cut off was rolling on the floor.

“this…….”

The man whose wrist was cut off could not speak any further.

Bam!

His body was thrown off the horse as if it was thrown when Rem’s hatchet struck his head.

“Hey, what is it?”
“Huh? Huh?”
“What? What is it?”
“This fu*king enemy!”

Knock knock.

The body that bounced on the ground rolled and fell among the enemy soldiers, and while the surprised soldiers were muttering one by one, the lunatics rushed into the army.