Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 671

671. Not at night

Contrary to Cris’s worries, there was no fierce fighting.
Both sides had fought once and knew it. They were the type of people who would be difficult to judge victory or defeat without risking their lives.

“Just because we have the upper hand now, does that mean we will continue to do so?”

Then, a friend who had come back from the dead spoke to Rem. He looked ordinary, but his eyes showed a firepower. I heard his name was Magrun Zaun.
He looked similar to the author Odinkar, even though his hair color was different. If he had a slightly languid feeling, this one gave off a distant feeling. It’s just a feeling, so it might not exactly match their personalities, but it’s probably similar.
They don’t really hide their feelings. I know this from watching the society of the fairies.
They don’t need lies, so the word “lies” doesn’t exist, and they probably lived that way because they didn’t have to hide their feelings.

“Jawoon always lives in competition. He is different from you who easily sacrifice the weak.”

Magrun continued. While everyone was watching, he scanned his surroundings with his eyes.
His gaze and attitude showed that he was not inferior in spirit.
It seemed to be saying that getting beaten by Rem was not the end.
What Magrun said just now hit the nail on the head. In other words, it was a comment about the general attitude toward knights on the continent.
Knights do not compete with knights. The power of knights was too precious to do so. Kingdoms located on the continent usually treated knights like that and respected their wishes. It was natural because they could not measure the damage if they got hurt or died while sparring among themselves.
What Magrun said just now was the exact opposite. He was criticizing the complacency of those who were satisfied and stayed as knights as soon as they became knights. He was passionate.
And Rem did not even pretend to listen.
What are you talking about?
What Magrun said was not something that would fit with the crazy Border Guard. Those who are here now are, so to speak, flowers that bloomed on the battlefield.
They were also the ones who stood where blood was pouring out, with death by their side, and greeted tomorrow with their swords as their tongues and whispering.
Encred, in particular, was a miracle that he was alive and talking.
In Rem’s eyes, that was the case. And Audin and Saxon would agree.
Should we call it the end?
Magrun snorted and pointed his finger at Encred.

“You all gathered together and taught the author, right? The author must have been exceptionally talented. Did he savor what was given to him? Did he walk the path set for him? That’s how he got to where he is today?”

His words were filled with heat. His tone was confident. He could say it because he had a firm belief.
Encred snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Magrun, or rather the finger pointing at him.
That was the conclusion. Magrun spoke as if he was swinging his sword with will.

“Did Ragnar lead you? Did you get lucky and come here? Just wait. I can catch up with you in no time. It won’t take more than two months at most.”

Fel went to the city of fairies with Encred, slew demons, fought against cultists along the way, and returned to see everything that had happened.

“What the hell is that guy talking about?”

Pel muttered.

“Don’t get involved if you’re not qualified.”

Magrun spoke without even looking at Fel. Fel was furious, but Lawford grabbed his arm.
Lawford’s expression was the same as usual, but his mouth was shut without a hint of a waver, indicating that he was not in a good mood.

“That’s not wrong, is it?”

Lawford spoke as if questioning, but he didn’t mean to provoke Pel. Pel knew that.
Instead, the two of them just clenched their teeth and resolved to increase the intensity of their beatings against Audin by two levels starting tomorrow.
Was the method Encred had envisioned the fastest way? It might not. It might not be right.
But there was no other way right now. So they would do it. Isn’t that what they had learned from watching that man?
Instead of worrying, move forward. Even if it means crawling when it’s time to hesitate, look forward.
That’s what they will do. Just as they learned from watching.
In any case, Pel and Lawford’s inner thoughts were in agreement.

‘Hey, the people here caught up with that captain in two weeks. And what, have these people been doing for two months?’

Magrun stood up straight. He wasn’t arrogant. It was confidence built on experience.

“Things like that, who grew up eating what was given to them without any fierce competition.”

The tone was quite, no, openly irritating.
Before he could finish speaking, everyone’s eyes were on Encred, and he stared at Magrun without saying a word. Everyone waited for him to open his mouth.
Now was the time to say something. It was time to beat up that idiot who was talking without knowing anything, or to beat him up with words.

“Will two months be enough?”

Encred asked calmly. He didn’t seem offended. Rather, he seemed offended.

‘Why do you like that?’

Rem tilted his head, and Saxon’s eyebrows twitched.

“Brother?”

Audin called, but Encred blocked him with his palm.
Pel, Lawford, and Teresa were all watching, wondering why he was doing that. This time too, Luagarne noticed first.

‘I’m excited.’

That’s right. I could guess why they were excited. It must be because those guys fight well.

“I’ll give you two months, so prove it and go.”

Encred spoke again.
Magrun was different from Grida. He knew his own shortcomings. He had a habit of hurting the feelings of others whenever he opened his mouth.
Grida would not admit that he could not remember people’s faces, but he did not. But this was the first time he had been treated like this.
Why wasn’t he angry?
Normally, he would have been angry and told that he had been insulting and insulting all the efforts he had made.
That was the order of things.

“Well, two months should be enough.”

The heat in Magrun’s voice died down.

“Yeah, so Christ? Where did Wang Nun go?”

Encred asked, stopping to speak.

“He just took his foot off the gas and left.”

Luagarne answered.

“Then Lawford.”
“Yes.”
“Look into these three’s accommodations.”
“Yes, I understand.”

Lawford bowed his head and walked away. Magrun’s gaze did not leave Encrid. Grid and Odinkar also looked at him with eyes filled with surprise.

“Okay. Your name is Odinkar, right? Let’s have a go.”

Then Encred spoke without caring what other people thought.
Odinkar had a similar disposition to Encred, but he was still able to read the mood.

“now?”

Odinkar asked back. I do want to fight. Yes, the fighting instinct is stimulating my heart.
But isn’t this the moment for you to be upset? Why are you gripping your sword with such a pounding expression and such excitement?

“I’m not pulling out this sword because it’s not long enough yet. I can train with this one tomorrow. For now, I’ll just stick with this.”

Encrid was already at a point where he couldn’t hear what other people were saying.

‘Grida Jawoon’s specialty was his ability to identify weaknesses through observation.’

Encred has figured out Grida’s specialty. There must be more hidden ones, but that’s what I’ve seen so far.
I’m also curious about the skills of Magrun Zawn, but he’s injured.

“Pel, go get Anne and treat her.”

Encred said, keeping his gaze on Odinkar.
Knights have different regenerative powers than ordinary people. With just a little medicine, injuries like that will heal quickly.
Even broken bones can heal in a day. These are knights. The rising will can also replace vitality, so it was possible.
To do that before becoming a knight, you have to achieve regeneration through some ignorant methods.
That’s what Audin and Encred did in the past.

“Are you excited because you have someone to fight? Or are you excited because you want to beat him up?”

Rem, who noticed Encred’s psychology, said.

“Both, I guess.”

Saxony took the word.

“Lord, was it you, my brother, who was the apostle of the god of war, and not me?”

Encred heard everything, but as usual, he let it go in one ear and just flicked his sword.
Odinkar also drew his sword again in the flowing atmosphere. With a ting, the silver blade revealed itself.
Although he was aware of the situation, he was not the type to hold back. No, he was usually the type that couldn’t hold back.
Odinkar chewed over the words a few times and practiced them inwardly a few times before speaking.

“I’ll have the advantage. I brought the sword from the family I’m holding and tamed it. And I’ll tell you in advance that I don’t know how to stop. I don’t have much patience, so even if it’s a little rough, you should figure it out and live well.”

If Magrun had a knack for not recognizing people’s faces and ruining the mood of those he was talking to, Odinkar lacked self-control. He was
usually a bit loose because he couldn’t stop himself when he did something.
For example, if he happened to eat a dish that suited his taste, he would eat that one dish for years.
And the worst of all was when they were sparring. Odinkar didn’t know how to stop.
In a real fight, his boldness would become a clever move and an advantage, but not in sparring.
However, Encrid was okay with everything they saw. To be exact, he didn’t care enough to care.
Not recognizing people’s faces?
That’s okay, right? It’s a hundred times better than getting lost and disappearing.
Speaking harshly? That’s cute. Sometimes when I saw Rem talking, I wondered if I should keep silent toward Rem’s enemies.
Rem’s speech was that fierce. That savage was becoming more and more harsh with each passing day.
Lastly, self-control?

‘Why should I put up with it?’

There are people around me who will accept my sword. Even if I go further, there are still people who will overtake me and say that it is not yet.
So why should I endure it?

“Come on. Two months.”

Encred spoke vaguely because he couldn’t remember the opponent’s name.

“Two months have passed.”

Magrun muttered, wondering what was going on. Then, he laughed softly next to him.
Now everyone knew. What the madman wanted.

“Do you often hear people say you’re a bit weird?”

Odinkar asked, his sword hanging down.
When a member of the Zaun clan set foot on the continent, the most common thing they heard was that he was strange.
To put it nicely, that was the case, but behind their backs, they didn’t hesitate to call him crazy.
But here was an even crazier.

“No, not at all.”

What’s more, they don’t even acknowledge it.

“No, you’re a little weird.”

Odinkar said with a smile. This time, he didn’t choose his words. He said what was on his mind.
Then, did he really not have to endure it? That was the question.
Everyone stepped back a little. It was to make room for them to spar.
Luagarne took a few steps back and suddenly realized.
Encrid wasn’t just excited because his opponent was fighting well. Something else was seeping into him.

‘Curiosity.’

Encred has a dream and passion. Also, his passion and curiosity have recently come to light.
The word that best suits Prok is curiosity, the desire to know.

‘what?’

The Zawn family trains knights in an established system. What they have is a proper knight training method.
Encred wanted to know even that. That must be why he told them to stay here.
Ragnar’s absence was a good excuse, and the two months that the blind fool called Magrun spoke of was also a good excuse.
So it’s all an excuse.

‘I would have left it even if that wasn’t the case.’

Luagarne was convinced.
Meanwhile, Encred’s lips lifted. A smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.
He looked at Odinkar and found a weakness. One was clear.
Didn’t he say it with his own mouth? He had no patience.

“Do you have a lover?”
“What?”
“If I do, I will express my condolences to her.”
“Why? Kill me?”

Odinkar smiled back at the clumsy provocation. And Encrid was not one to make clumsy provocations.

“No, you say you have no patience? Then how unhappy your partner will be. The night will be long for her. She will sleep most of the night dissatisfied.”

Everyone thought about what he said because he twisted the words a bit.
Odinkar was the same, and his face turned red as he realized the meaning. Odinkar spoke with angry eyes.

“Not at night!”

His body stretched out along with the words. He did it by flying at a frightening speed.
If he could break his composure, he would. Encred gently pushed Penna forward with a slight advantage like that.
It was implementing one of the Balaf-style martial arts, the body-slip, with the blade. He put strength into his wrist and received strength with his body to push it away.
The weapon was just an extension of his hand.
He named it Feather Flying.
It was still a stage where he fought based on his special skills, and by Encred’s standards, it was intermediate. Victory or defeat was not simply determined by the level. This was especially true in sparring.
Since the wave barrier shined the most in black sparring, it was
also advantageous.

earth!

The two swords clashed. The blade had no vocal cords, so it shouted and shouted, making its body vibrate instead.

Land! Bang! Bang!

And so the two blades began to play a marching tune.