Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 631

631. Fantastic

Fairies are trained to control their emotions from a young age. That’s why it was difficult to find any kind of passion in them.
Thinking back, Encrid remembered that when she became a knight and one of Shinar’s arms was blown off, her expression was still calm.

‘It was too harsh to say that he was ignorant because of his age.’

It was the restraint typical of fairies.
The words she added to it were also unforgettable.

“You go first.”

That’s what they said.
Anyway, they were similar. Instead of proving themselves with heat, they just prove themselves with actions.
What does it mean for a fairy knight to go to a place where he dies?

‘Is this mass suicide?’

The word fairy is not suitable for the race.
It is not always possible to accept and solve problems rationally and logically, but fairies are the ones who try to do so, but the situation pushed them.
They decided to fight even though they knew they would die.
And the whole clan did it.

‘That must mean they were that busy.’

Encred saw it that way.
Even if she hadn’t come, they were planning to enter the cave. This was the beginning, and they were going to fight until they all died.
Shinar had decided to become the devil’s bride to prevent that. It was a tragedy brought by the demonic realm, and their tragedy was ongoing.
It was a fight to honor those who had already been lost.
It was like holding a requiem for those who would be lost in the future.
They went in knowing they would die, so that was the case.
But if they all died like that without anyone to sing a requiem, would their spirit have any meaning?
It wouldn’t.
The claims of the powerless are hard to realize.
Just as an orator who acts is rare, it’s not common for the powerless to speak up, but even if they did, it would be very difficult to change reality.
Wasn’t it an era represented by swords and blood, iron and battlefields?
Memories from the past whispered as evil spirits.

“You will protect me?”

It was the words of a wife who lost her husband, whose face she could not even remember.
There were many old wounds inside Encred. It could not be called a scar.
It would be right to say that they were wounds that could not become scars, since they were still bleeding.

“So what did you keep?”

The evil spirit whispered again.
Would the result change if the powerless raised their voice? It didn’t.
Since they had no talent, they couldn’t use force.
That’s why there were many things they couldn’t protect
. That’s why there were many things they missed.
That’s why they had regrets and remorse
. Even so, they had no intention of backing down. They didn’t stop walking because they were bleeding.
So what if they couldn’t walk? They’ll crawl forward
. They’ll become knights.
That’s their dream.
They’ll protect those who stand behind them.
That’s why they wanted to become knights.
Seeing them reminded them of the past.

“Not bad.”

Encred muttered.
I won’t water the tree with the peace I gained by shifting the blame to a single fairy named Shinar. In fairy terms, yes. But since no one was making any fairy jokes, it seemed like Shinar’s enjoyment of such jokes was a characteristic of him. Or maybe he wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“If you’re thinking of going in together, I’d like to thank you in advance.”

A tree giant named Bran approached and spoke. His rooted feet swept the ground, scattering dust. He still had a cigar in his mouth.

“Doesn’t it smell bad?”

He asked in a friendly manner. Yes, he was friendly. Even Woodgard, who does not show his emotions easily, was like that.

“It’s bearable. Were you originally planning to go in today?”

Encred checked his sword belt, the position of his sword, and briefly checked his other weapons, asking.
Whether he was a soldier or a knight, it was basic to properly maintain his equipment.

“No, that’s not it. But it would have been within this month at the most.”

Bran said.

“Then why now?”
“It’s a chance. Since I saw you, a human being, come, it could be that God is saying now.”

It was not a coincidence that they came on the day of the attack, but it seemed that they took Encred’s arrival itself as a signal.
And it wasn’t just the elves who took Encred as a signal.
It was right after Ermen said that he would end the demon’s grace period and Bran approached and said a few words. A sour stench different from before wafted from inside the cave, and a gurgling sound could be heard.
In the dark cave, a head of a creature that created a darker shade emerged.
The body was left inside the cave, and only the head was outside, so it seemed that only the brown mane was floating in the air.

“All hands on deck.”

Ermen spoke, and Bran and a few Woodguards blocked the way.
The Woodguards at the front seemed to be acting as shieldmen with their large size and strong bodies. That was only from a human perspective.
Only for a moment, the floating head was visible. A beast with two black eyes crawled out of the cave.
It was a beast-like beast that crawled out on all fours. Its head resembled a lion’s, and its tail had a snake’s head.
The tail whipped through the air once and hit the ground.

WHAT, WHAT!

The creature’s tail struck the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
It was a manticore. And it wasn’t a normal one.

‘A peculiar entity.’

The realm of the sixth sense is observing a guy and drawing conclusions. Judging with intuition, then looking at it again with your eyes and finding the reason for the judgment.

‘Poison at the tip of the claw.’

The tips of the toenails were black. Something darker than black was stuck to them, and every time they touched the ground, some of the traces were left on the ground.

‘A trace of soot on the corner of the mouth.’

He had no beard, his mouth was dry, and his lips were like thick leather.

‘It can also breathe fire.’

No, it will spurt.
Luagarne said that all fights begin with observation. I heard similar things when I was learning swordsmanship in the past.
Saxon also said that there is nothing more important than seeing properly before fighting.
While he was checking the condition of the manticore, the fairies who were preparing for the fight started the battle first.
I thought the tree giant blocking his way was acting as a shield, but several fairies stepped on the giant’s back and climbed up.
The giant bent his legs a little to do so.
Everyone was very nimble. The eight fairies who had stepped on the giant’s shoulders, head, etc. pulled the bow at the same time.

Knock knock knock.

The muscles of the arms bulged and the fingertips that pulled the bow turned white. The eight archers aimed at the enemy. Everything happened in one and a half breaths.
The tree giant crouched down, the fairy rose, and aimed.
Even though no one told them to shoot, the eight fairies shot arrows almost simultaneously.
Did they say that even young fairies made arrows because they were short on hands?
There was no need to doubt the quality of the arrows just because they were made by young fairies. They were solid arrows with properly pointed feathers.
It was the same time as the sound of the bow snapping.

Pee-ee-ing.

Eight arrows flew as one. It was similar to when they entered the forest.
Encred’s thoughts naturally accelerated and he watched the arrows fly.
Two arrows aimed at both eyes, two aimed at the torso, more precisely at the shoulder joints of the forelimbs, and the remaining four aimed at the tail.
The sound of a sharp arrow came out naturally. The skill of aiming at the target was not ordinary.
In contrast, the manticore’s response was simple.

Pubberbuck.

The creature closed its eyes, swung its tail, and twisted its body once.
That was enough. Its hide was too thick for an arrow to penetrate.

“I ask the Spirit of the Wind for help.”

One of the eight decided to borrow the power of the spirits. From what I heard from Esther, it was also one of the spells.
It was to borrow the power of the spirits of the other world, and fairies were especially good at that.
One of the archers had an air current in his body. Her green clothes fluttered in the wind.

“Ops, Hugo-le, Inhabito.”

Underneath, Druis also extended his fingertips and murmured. He didn’t know what it meant, but he seemed to know what she was trying to do.
A green light shone from her hand and touched the arrowhead. The arrowhead became green.
The archer, who borrowed the power of the wind, pulled the bowstring again, but he didn’t need to use his muscles like before, so he pulled the bowstring lightly.
And then, without even a moment to exhale, he let go of the bowstring.

Wind.

It was accompanied by the sound of the wind breaking. An arrow that was far faster than normal speed aimed for the manticore’s forehead.
Encred’s insight showed that it was an unavoidable speed.
The arrow was stuck in the manticore’s forehead. It was a predetermined future. That arrow had the power to pierce even its hide. It was made possible by shooting the arrow with the spirit of the wind. Moreover, the tip of it was filled with the essence of life.
The fairy’s eyes were filled with anticipation. There was no time to confirm it.
Or maybe they couldn’t see it because they were restraining their emotions.
In any case, they must have had such anticipation in their hearts, but their anticipation was not realized.
The arrow stopped a finger’s breadth away from the manticore’s forehead.

“It’s telekinesis.”

Ermen muttered. It should be surprising, but even at this moment, his voice was flat. Of course, he was a little surprised inside, but he did not show his emotions with the restraint characteristic of fairies.
The manticore snorted and blew out a breath, and the breath ignited a bright red flame and burned the arrow shaft.
The burned arrow fell to the ground with a thud.
With a crackling sound, the embers flew out, releasing a burning smell amidst the stench.
Then, eight fairies with swords stepped forward.

“I wish I had seen it once before I died.”
“I agree.”

Two of them opened their mouths and spoke.
I didn’t know what they wanted to see.
Among the eight, there was a fairy who had seen Encred and was discussing glory.
He was a fairy a head taller than the others. He used a sword with a wider blade than the other fairies.
The basic form of the sword was called the Spring Sword, but the swords each fairy held were slightly different in shape. Among them, there were some that weren’t even swords. They were long swords with a blade on one side.

Krung.

The manticore didn’t seem to be particularly aware of them. It seemed arrogant, like the composure of the strong.
It used telekinesis, breathed fire, and had poisonous claws.
It was no less than a guardian protecting the demons.
This manticore alone could have wiped out all the fairies gathered here.
Of course, they weren’t fools, so they prepared in their own way.
It was an arrow strengthened by the wind spirit and a spell that exuded the essence of life.

“At least three people will die.”

Talent reading, that’s what Prock said, a talent for interpreting situations while taking environmental factors into account.

“Should I do it?”

There Pel asked.

“no.”

Encred answered and took a step. In fact, the manticore had been aware of itself since earlier. When it blocked the arrows, when the eight fairy inspectors came forward, part of its consciousness was directed in this direction.
It was instinctively sensing a threatening presence.
Encred walked slowly. Before he knew it, his steps resembled those of a fairy. Quiet and emotionally restrained.

Slurp.

As he walked, he drew his sword. The drawn sword reflected the sunlight in the stench-filled space. A soft golden light flowed from the blade that had caught the sunlight.

“Get out of the way, beast.”

Encred said as he approached.
He walks among the eight fairies. No one stops him. They have to grab whatever rag or dry branch they have the chance to grab. So there is no reason to refuse a helping hand.
Why didn’t Shinar tell him?
He guessed.

‘It is my intention not to transfer the devil’s curse.’

Because I judged that I couldn’t handle what was inside that cave.
Is that a lack of faith? Or is it a conclusion reached through cool judgment?

‘Or else.’

It could be because he was genuinely worried.
Encred, a human, could kill the demon. But he might not.
He didn’t know the outcome. But what if it became too much to handle? The demon would kill everyone. At the very least, it could cause fatal injuries to Encred. He judged that all of this could be obstacles to his dream.

“Can’t I handle it by myself?”

The welcome of Sinar spoke. But this was only an illusion. In reality, I don’t know how to answer.
So.

“There’s someone I’m meeting inside, so get out of the way.”

It was something I could have asked for details.
Will was young at Encred’s voice. Of course, the manticore can’t speak. So I couldn’t understand what Encred was saying.
Nevertheless, I was pushed by his momentum and took a step back. The manticore that stepped aside immediately realized what I had done and opened its mouth.
Don’t be scared! It seemed to be saying that.

Khuhuhu.

A roar rang out. The monster’s roar had been terrifying.
But now, it seemed like a scream that was being let out because it couldn’t bear it anymore.
The thing’s mouth wasn’t just spitting out sounds that were either roars or screams. Flames rose from its mouth and a fireball flew in
with a whoosh. Compared to the walking fire, it was a cute flame.
The golden light of the True Sword cut through the flames.

puck!

The flames that were divided with the noise went out powerlessly.
A flame driven by will cannot burn anything.
The power of psychic power held the limbs. The will of rejection was activated on its own. The remaining remnants were simply shaken off with force.
Then, a poisoned claw flew towards him.
The momentum with which he swung the claw was quite fierce, but compared to the swordsmanship of the four seasons that Shinar had shown in their duel, it was nothing more than the writhing of an animal. The
human sword, which was faster and stronger, cut through the monster from head to tail.
The snake attached to the tail trembled and tried to bite until the very end, but the trajectory of the sword drawn by Encred passed right past the snake’s head.
If the fairy had shown the trick of aiming at small targets with arrows, Encred could do it with his sword.
Yes, it was impossible in the past, but now he could.
That’s why he did it.

Jooaaaaah.

The black blood of the split manticore pooled like a puddle, and its entrails were strewn about the floor.

“Fantastic.”

Ermen said after seeing it. It was still dry, but the exclamation contained within was still evident, just like the fairy’s speech.