Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 638

638. There is no such thing as a simple dream.

Encred nodded calmly. It was as if it was a natural thing to do. The
group of elves, including Bran, who had become onlookers behind him, blinked. They were surprised.
What did he just say?

“I want to eat apples while looking at the blue sky and clouds. I want to secretly empty the pockets of my friend Chris and tease him, and I want to teach that boy, Seiki, more things.”
“Yes.”

Encred answers. It was an appropriate response without interrupting.
After that, Shinar added a few more words. It was extremely simple for a wish.
Anyone would call it a simple dream.
And all of it was in the time she spent with Encred.
When Shinar was filled with the things that the devil had taken away, such as stability, peace, joy, and hope, she learned how to handle the spirit.
So, wouldn’t all of her wishes belong to the igniculus, the life she lived like a spark?
The spark of the fairy is a concentrated life. It is an experience. She experienced all of it next to the man in front of her.

“You shouldn’t have come back.”

Bran says. The words of the wood giant burning tobacco were thick with regret, too thick to be seen in the reserved elf.

“I should have lived there.”

Bran speaks again.

“That may be so.”

Arcoiris also opened her mouth. Brisa’s face darkened. The glowstone she was holding dropped slightly. She was so focused on the conversation that she forgot to raise her arms for a moment.

“We make sacrifices because we need a reprieve. Does that happen to everyone?”

Only Zero discussed a different perspective.
Zero knew those who died for the city. So it was something he would say.
Underneath those words was the will not to expect your sacrifice.
Strong, Zero.
Encred thought so. She
vaguely knew what Zero wanted.
He does not want Shinar’s protection. If there is a demon, if I have to deal with it, I will do so. If
this is the end, there is nothing I can do, but I will struggle until then. It
is an unfamiliar way of thinking, you might say.
It may have been natural for a fairy born in a time when they were exploited by demons.
Since he lived as an enemy of demons, not as a child of trees and flowers, he learned how to fight instead of living leisurely.
Of course, Shinar did not simply live as a cursed child.
He risked everything to save the city of Kirhais.
The fairies who came here know that. Only those who know that remain in the city.
They also know that they are hostages. If they run away, the demons will hold Shinar responsible for everything.
Yes, they know that. Shinar knows that too.
If she leaves, the devil will kill the remaining fairies in the city one by one.
That is an unchanging fact. It will never change as long as the devil exists.
The devil will propose to a new fairy in Shinar’s place, bring her in, suck her energy, chew her, tear her, and taste her. He will eventually find Shinar and show her all the sins she has turned a blind eye to.
All of this must have been the devil’s intention.
They will become shackles to each other. Shackles that will not loosen even if the skin is rubbed and blood flows out because they are tightly wrapped around the ankles.
Encred relaxed his arms and straightened his posture. He listened to every word that Shinar said without missing a single word. In other words, he listened.
He could tell how serious he was just by looking at his attitude.
As he listened quietly, he could also hear the meaning behind his words.

“I will stand by your side. I want to spend the rest of my life with the Knights, just watching, listening, and enjoying.”

Her words were mixed in with the wind.
Some might say it was a simple dream, but there is no simplicity in dreams. There is only preciousness. That is the case for Encred.
So Shinar’s dream was also precious.
If I can’t save the child who said he would bake bread, why would I be a knight? Why would I hold a sword?
What would I protect if I couldn’t protect even one person who stood by my side?
In the same way, if that fairy of my age wanted and wished for her dream to come true, I would make it happen.
That was the reason I came.
To be honest, asking why I left was an excuse. I came to meddle and interfere with whatever that damn duty was. I admit it.
But I wouldn’t necessarily say it out loud.
And now Encred thought of the knight who protected her city with his death.
Yes, I lost Oara in the Gray Forest. Is it my turn to lose Shinar here?
That was the question and answer I had asked before. The answer to that question had not changed.
I won’t let it be.

“Do you know the deer that only has a blue nose? I am that blue nose.”

Shinar continues.
No one can know, but the devil has been whispering in Shinar’s ear for a long time.
You are a cursed fairy and everything you have is owned by the devil.
The devil also encouraged.

If you want to live, bring someone like you and offer them up.

For a long time, from the time when Shinar believed that all the fairies around her had died because of her until now,
memories flooded into Shinar’s head.
Pain and joy conflicted, tormenting her.

“If it weren’t for you, everyone would have lived happily ever after?”

Naira, my sister asks me in a nightmare.
The truth is, it was just a coincidence. The devil planned it and the young fairy who got drunk on fire is not guilty. I know. I know it very well in my head.
But my heart says otherwise.

“Run away. There is no obligation.”

Bran speaks, and the Elven Elder speaks.
There were those who protected him. There were those who resisted the whispers of the devil and protected him. He wants to protect them. So my personal desires are fleeting and meaningless. Even if it is a humble dream, I am not qualified to achieve it.

“A deer with a blue nose should not live with other deer.”

Shinar tried to forcefully stop the boat that was tottering in the storm.
Encred faced the situation. There were some parts she didn’t know, but based on what she knew, she made inferences in her head. This was the result of her inference.
She could roughly guess Shinar’s intentions. They were probably no different from the group of fairies that had come with her so far. They
were probably determined to die with the devil.
They were determined to kill Shinar rather than let him endure the suffering.
Shinar was probably trying to give them a reprieve rather than just die. She was going to wear a crown made of thorns instead of flowers so that she wouldn’t die right away,
even if she had to wait for the devil to weaken or make other arrangements, because she wasn’t a fool, she would have ‘prepared’.
Encred recognized the result of her inference, but she didn’t pretend to know. She didn’t know
because nothing would change even if she knew. That’s why she had something to say.

“I don’t know about that.”

These are words created by will. Luagarne slapped her palm.

“Of course.”

Feld added:

“I knew you couldn’t stop me from being so stubborn.”

At those words, the small boat rocking back and forth in the waves screamed as if it was going to break apart.
Shinar knew that he would regret it. But even knowing that, he couldn’t bear it. In the end, the small boat broke into pieces and scattered into pieces of wood.

But so what? If you don’t have a boat, you can just swim. If you don’t have legs, you can crawl with your arms.

Encrid spoke of his life like that.
Didn’t he dare say that he fell in love because he was touched by that life?
Shinar’s mouth opens. In a plain and ordinary tone.

“If you save me, you have to take responsibility for the entire Fairy Tribe. That’s my dome.”

Upon hearing that, Encred, who had maintained a polite demeanor until then, became serious. When he continued to speak, his tone was almost rude.

“I can’t do that.”
“I can’t do that?”

Sinar asked again.

“As long as you’re not in a coma, then do it.”

Encred answers. The actual labyrinth was very dark. The glow of the luminous stone was fading away as it reached the end of its lifespan.
Encred, the human, seemed to have light in him. I don’t know if it was his attitude or the words he spoke, but it just felt that way.

“Then Enki, will you save me?”

Sinar speaks again.

“I will do that.”

Encred nodded.
He was in a listening posture, so no one noticed, but Encred had not yet put his sword away.
Encred’s gaze, sword in hand, turned to Shinar’s back.
The one who had been loitering behind the bone chair trudged out.
The demon that had originally tormented Shinar had abandoned its vocal organs and hid itself in the darkness.
It had thus immersed itself in silence. Of course, it was not trying to hide quietly.

“It’s the devil’s one-hit kill.”

All Shinar knew was the name. The fire-wielding demon that once existed was no longer there. The demon that used will as a hammer and time as an anvil refined and changed its form.
The demon that shed its body split itself into two entities. One entity in charge of battle and one entity in charge of production.
Among them, the demon whose sole purpose was battle and annihilation of enemies was One Killer.
Encred felt a clear will from the one he faced.
It was not particularly violent or vicious. Rather, he felt that it was full of purity.
Why was that?

‘Sole murderous intent.’

What if all the will he had was turned into a clear murderous intent?
If he attacked, he would kill. That will was all he had.
The eye sockets were open, but there was no mouth or nose, and instead of organs like a human’s, there were only holes that faintly shed orange light.
And the eyes weren’t the only place where light was emitting.
The skin itself looked like metal, and irregular lines that crossed it were engraved all over his body like patterns, and light also flowed from those patterns.
He stood on two feet like a human, but he had long blades on both arms. Was it similar to holding a sword with both hands?
It was a light that made him feel hot. When the thing stepped forward, the surroundings brightened as if a light source had appeared, but it wasn’t particularly dazzling.
Encred knew exactly who his opponent was.
The enemy of all species, the antithesis of intelligence, the guardian of evil and injustice.
It was the devil.

‘Is the basic form similar to Heartless?’

In the Demon Realm, there is a being that has given up even their own heart to the Demon God and become a monster. They are called Heartless.
They are monsters that fight with blades instead of arms, and since they have no heart, they cannot die unless their heads are cut off.

‘neck.’

Is it a weakness? I don’t know. There is not much information that can be obtained by just looking at the surface.
The one-killer took a step. Orange light cut through the darkness. The movement of the light source seemed to dazzle the vision.
Of course, Encred did not follow the opponent with his eyes alone, so he was not dazzled.

‘foot.’

Encred saw the demon’s feet stamping the floor. The power was transmitted from the ankles to the knees.
The movements continued like those of a swordsman trained for years.

Empty.

The one who had kicked the ground slashed his sword. Encred also raised his silver sword towards the sword that was falling vertically.
If he poured out all his Will, he would not be able to block the second attack. However, he could not cut off the guy’s neck with the first attack.
He calculated with accelerated thinking and predicted the result. That is how he raised his sword with only half of his Will.
The two swords met in the air.

Bam!

It felt like lightning struck right next to him.
The body of the demon One Killer was slender, but his strength was not. It was similar to the strength of the sword he had swung.
And it was a feeling, but it wasn’t his full power right now.
Encred took three steps back to let out the strength he felt from the sword. One Killer was similar. He also stepped back with a thud, and raised the blade attached to his left arm vertically.
Was he waiting for the next attack? Oh, then I should apologize. I was a little excited and just catching my breath.
But it was a moment he couldn’t help but feel.

“Don’t interfere!”

Encred shouted. He was speaking to Fel and Luagarne.

“This is mine.”

And then he said. One Killer has no mouth. So he can’t laugh. But it seemed like he was laughing.
Of course, the guy who seemed to be made with murderous intent didn’t have that kind of expressive power. It was
just an illusion. Maybe he was looking at his opponent like a mirror.

‘devil.’

It could be said that this was the first time they actually faced each other with swords.
Balrog was a fragment, and Oara had killed him, and Count Molsen was just a servant. The master of the ten thousand ghosts was a demon that they had never actually seen before.
So.

‘Is it okay to say that he is a true demon slayer?’

If you get past this guy, it will be like that.
He looked at Encred with his arms hanging down and his eyes made of light.
His murderous intent was aimed only at him. It felt like a virtual blade would fly and rip open his abdomen.
Of course, that didn’t happen.

‘False swordsmanship.’

Just looking at it activates the technique of false swordsmanship, which is a reinterpretation of the Valencian mercenary sword.
In other words, it is a strong enemy.
A stronger enemy than any enemy you have ever encountered.
So how could it not be fun?

“This is driving me crazy.”

Encred said, ignoring the false blade of the Will of Refusal.
Everyone was watching the fight with great tension. Naturally, Encred’s words were heard clearly.

“It’s so much fun.”

Then Encred muttered. Everyone doubted their ears when they heard that.
Is that really what you say when dealing with a demon?
Those who knew him would nod their heads, but those who saw him for the first time were shocked.

“Was he crazy?”

Bran’s muttering was the answer.
Encred, however, believed that he was the only one who was normal within the Knights.