Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 676

676. Interpreter Sinar

Jawoon could be said to be a group of twisted and distorted people. They
have power but don’t use it, and they are the ones who are okay with anything as long as it is for the purpose of practicing their swordsmanship.
Among them, what Grida said was memorable.

“If we go back to the lineage of our ancestors, we can see our beginnings. I know that those who lacked something began swordsmanship to fill that void.”

There was no need to ask what the deficiency was. It meant that anything could be reduced to a sword.
For example, how does a man who has been dumped by a woman overcome his pain? Jawoon says to swing a sword.
The same goes for a child who has lost his parents. How does one resolve longing and suffering? Swing a sword.
There was a child who had been easily lost since childhood. That child longed for the right and proper path. The child’s talent pushed him to never lose the path of swinging a sword.
His desire to find the right path was realized in the sword.
The child who could not remember people’s faces grew up to have the talent to remember techniques.
When it came to swordsmanship, Grid had a near-perfect memory.
So.

“Hey, Ronnie? What’s going on?”

It wasn’t unusual to see Christ and end up getting the name wrong. If you understood her, if you knew the Zawoon family, it was natural.

“Why do you keep getting my name wrong? Are you trying to pick a fight?”

When Christ grumbled, Grida would respond with a smile.

“Sorry, I can’t compete with you.”

If they had fought, they would have remembered through swordsmanship. If they couldn’t, they wouldn’t remember the faces of people they draw.
Does it make sense to fill a deficiency like this with a sword? It may seem absurd to others, but they were able to do it. There was the final piece that made it possible.

‘talent.’

Those who were born with talent gathered together and practiced swordsmanship in a strangely twisted manner. That was the family called Jaun.
Among the onlookers, those who knew how to fight knew the tricks that were used.
Encred, who was directly hit, also knew.

‘A tailored counterattack.’

This was not much different from what Shinar had done. Shinar brought a technique that destroyed the wave barrier sword, and Grid brought something that overturned ‘calculations’.
It was a counterattack that destroyed just one technique.

“I will show you the results in two months.”

This was the result of what Magrun said before we started.

‘It’s irregular.’

It is a series of meaningless actions that upset the calculation. You have to run out by stamping your feet on the ground, but the movements do not continue.
You turn around and stab with your sword between your armpits, and you hit your thigh with your palm for no reason and shake your head from side to side. Some of them are meaningful and some are meaningless. Therefore, since
the response of the actions is not right, the calculation is bound to be distorted.

‘It’s fun.’

This is not an attempt to win, but purely to destroy the technique. They twist the calculations and even the twists are considered swordsmanship.
Aren’t these really fun authors?
Then did they take into account the wave-breaker sword? Because the wave-breaker sword is also in the realm of thought?

‘What will happen if we continue to load like this?’

But the Wavebreaker won’t work on the sword.
They’ll be two lines moving in parallel.
The Wavebreaker is a sword dedicated to defense, and its staying power is the best. Even if it’s a sword that trains the mind, the meaning of swordsmanship lies in defense.
Magrun and Grida knew that.
Therefore, the answer would be that they wouldn’t attack when the Wavebreaker appears.
They destroy the technique and become interested in swordsmanship itself. That’s what they did. Odinkar, who was watching, shrugged his shoulders as if he was excited.
Encred adjusted the position of his sword. Grida knows how to strike at weaknesses. That’s her specialty.

“I’m going again.”

Encred said as he looked at Grida. He raised his sword above his head. Both arms were raised, revealing his chest, sides, and armpits.
Grida had captured several of Encred’s weak points. As soon as he had the will, his body moved on its own. All he had to do was lower the tip of his sword and stab him in. However, even though Grida knew that, he couldn’t do it easily.

‘why?’

It’s because of the sword Encred holds above his head.

‘If you go in, it’ll fit.’

Then she pulled the sword she was about to stab. It was a split second decision. Her sword reflected the sunlight, glowed white, and became perpendicular to the ground.
Encred changed the form of her calculation. Not continuous, but instantaneous.
If defense blocks the wave, then attack shines for an instant. That was how she defined the meaning of swordsmanship.

Direct.

He pressed his feet against the ground. The dry earth beneath his boots kicked up dust. If his left foot went out, it was only natural that his right foot would follow. By taking up space like that, Encred had the distance he wanted.

“Don’t stop me!”

Odinkar shouted just before the attack. Ominousness moved his mouth. Magrun was busy observing with wide eyes.
Rem, Audyn, Ragnar, and Saxon took their steps at the same time. But it was too late.

Support support support.

Encred stepped forward diagonally, scraping the ground with his right foot, and turned his sword, pressing the side of the sword with his right index finger. It was an island grip. Then he swung his sword. In just one moment, he calculated all the moves Grida would make to defend himself, and swung his sword.
Encred’s three-iron sword struck and passed Grida’s white sword, which he had set up vertically.

Bam!

There was a loud noise and Grida let out a groan. The way Encred swung was an upper horizontal slash. The advantage of this slash was that even if the attack was blocked, you could change from the sky stance to the bull stance and immediately continue with a thrust.
That’s what he did. He
swung the sword around once above his head and seemed to strike Grida’s white sword to the left, then he stuck the blade and blocked the movement of the sword Grida was holding with a cross guard and slid down to stab.
Grida’s knees half-bent due to the force. Everyone saw an illusion of a large hole forming in her skull. But that didn’t happen. Encred had already stopped her sword.

“……I need to pee.”

While drawing, Encred spoke to the unit whose shadow was long behind him.

“If you were going to kill him, you should have cut him diagonally and then raised your sword instead of cutting him horizontally.”
“I didn’t tell you that.”

Rem added a pointless remark. Odinkar was already up, his sword drawn.
The situation was clear. Encred won, and then lost. Then he let out a breath, relaxed, and sat down on the ground. His voice was mixed with laughter.

“Hey, you have to fight with insight until the end.”
“I never decided to do that.”
“That’s true.”

Then he nodded. Encred also put away his sword with a smile.

“It looks fun, but isn’t it not suitable for sparring?”

Ragnar, who had been watching, said.

“Is that what you want to say?”

Even as Rem was nagging him, Lawford barely managed to keep track of how Encred had fought, so he couldn’t hear what was going on around him. The inspiration came down to Lawford’s head and stayed there.

‘What if the calculations are read?’

Encred has now revealed the answer to that question.

‘Change the form of calculation.’

What if there are multiple calculations with different forms?
Calculations are not all the same. I realized this after seeing Encred.
It wasn’t intentional, but since the teachings I’ve had so far were actually for this moment, it’s okay to say that there was some intention.
I just didn’t know it would turn out like this in one sparring session.
Lawford realized a few things and began to wave his hand in the air. Seeing that, Fel tried to say something but closed his mouth.
It’s not fair to interfere now.
How could he interfere with someone who is less talented than him?
Fel, the shepherd of the wilderness, doesn’t have low pride.
Fel said to himself and closed his mouth.
Encred looked to one side in the meantime.

“Tch, I lost.”

It was Magrun. It wasn’t because of what he said. It’s not like Magrun didn’t say anything harsh for two months, but he did soften somewhat.
There were times when he treated Encrid like a friend he had known for a dozen years.

“Magrun.”

Encred called him, and Magrun smiled and tried to say something, then narrowed his eyebrows, frowned, and coughed up blood. His front chin was stained with blood.
Odinkar hollered and put his sword aside, and stood beside him. Gridado also took his sword and retreated.

“Hmm. Why did the curse come at this time?”

Then he said. Encred’s gaze searched for Esther, then for Rem, and then back again.
Esther had been away for two days, supposedly searching for some starlight, and Rem merely furrowed her eyebrows.

“Ugh!”

Magrun coughed several times, then vomited clumps of blood, rolled his eyes, and collapsed. Odinkar reached out and caught Magrun.

“What curse?”

Encrid asked Magrun, and Grida scratched the area near her mouth with her finger before speaking. There was no urgency in her words.
If it was her first time seeing someone vomit blood, she wouldn’t have done that.

“If you’re unlucky, it’s a curse that affects a few people. You vomit blood and sometimes live, and sometimes die. Usually, this continues until your breathing becomes restricted, and then you die.”

The tone of voice was calm. Ragna seemed to know this as well.

“It is literal.”

It seemed like he didn’t know anything more.
Odinkar was just calmly checking Magrun’s condition while holding him halfway.

“Saxony.”
“Yes.”
“Call Anne. Audyn.”
“Yes, let me see her. Brother.”

Audyn knew that Encrid would not be affected by the curse. He also did not fear the curse.
He held the golden light in his hand and placed it against Magrun’s chest.

“hmm.”

Magrun groaned.

“If this is a curse, it doesn’t seem to be the type that my abilities can affect, brother.”

Audyn said.
Is divinity the opposite of curse? I don’t think so. The blood shed by the curse can be healed with divinity, but the concept of curse was originally closer to sorcery. That’s why I saw Rem, but he didn’t really come forward.

“It doesn’t smell bad.”

Rem said and asked my axe too.

“You see it too?”

For someone who said he was crazy for talking to Samcheol, he was able to communicate with his weapon quite skillfully. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he said something.

“Doesn’t your axe want to sing?”
“Hey, my axe really expresses itself.”

I get that, but it looks like that on the outside, so that’s why.
I just thought that and kept my mouth shut. It wasn’t something I had to bring up now.
Encred thought that Magrun’s condition had been that bad for two months, but it wasn’t necessarily so. This was a sudden symptom. After waiting for a while, Saxon brought Anne.

“If someone cut off your arm, you should call Seiki too, right?”

Anne said as she approached.

“That’s not it. It’s because of an old curse.”

Anne closed her mouth and approached him at the words he had casually thrown out.
Anne approached him, sat down in front of Magrun, and checked his condition by looking over his eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

Anne spoke and Odinkar opened his mouth.
I know because I’ve been hurt in sparring. This Anne was a really great healer.
To be honest, she was a skilled person that I’ve never seen in my family. Anne looked at Magrun’s mouth more carefully than she did, as she was about to see her tongue.
Then she took out a rounded metal spoon from her bosom and scratched the inside of Magrun’s cheek once, then took out a piece of paper and wrapped it up again.

“A curse?”

Anne asked.

“uh.”

Then he nodded.

“It’s not a curse.”

Anne exhaled and said as she got up. She pursed her lips for a moment before turning around.
She turned around and started walking, but it seemed as if she was secretly staggering. She wasn’t really staggering, but more like she was mentally shocked.

“for a moment.”

Ragnar walked up to Anne and grabbed her arm.

“Why?”
“Because it looks like you have a hard time walking.”
“……Yes, it’s a bit hard. I stayed up all night and studied for the past few days.”

The two of them left the room and spoke.

“It’ll be okay if you rest a bit. Even Gaju has endured the curse for over ten years. Is Gaju still feeling well?”
“The symptoms are coming on faster than before, but yes, he still fights like a monster.”

Odinkar answered. Encrid became curious about the author of Gajuran from what the two were saying. But he didn’t ask. He just wondered if there was any reason for them to meet.
The next day, Magrun woke up.

“It’s okay now.”

He woke up and said nothing and got up easily.
Then in the afternoon, Anne came to see Encred and said. Ragnar stood next to him.
Looking at them like this, the two of them looked like a well-matched couple.

“I have to go out for a bit.”

Anne speaks first.

“Where?”
“You said the House of Zawoon? There. Ragna said he’ll guide you, so we can go together.”

Encred asked back reflexively.

“Was your future dream to be a wanderer rather than a healer?”
“Yes?”

Anne opened her eyes wide and asked again, but Ragnar spoke from the side.

“I also have some business to attend to at my parents’ house, so I’ll go with you.”

He said it as if he was going to a bar next door, but of course he couldn’t send just the two of them. If Anne was a guide and had some outstanding talent, then maybe.
But that’s not the case. Anne doesn’t like traveling. I heard from her story before that she almost died a few times when she was looking for the Border Guard. I also heard that she used up all her luck.

“It’s time for us to go back.”

And then he spoke from the side.

“Yes, you should do that.”

Anne added as if it was obvious, then looked at Grida, Odinkar, and especially Magrun and continued.

“It’s amazing that you guys have held out this long.”

That’s right. It was an unknown word to Encred. But at that moment, Encred knew what he was going to say.

“I must go with you. I cannot ignore the crisis facing your family. This is Ragnar’s home.”

Encred spoke in one breath. Ragnar had given her a lot. There was no reason for Encred not to go on his way to protect the place where he was born.
Saxon, Rem, and Audyn were all away.
Only Cinnar was there, and when she heard, she interpreted Encred’s thoughts.

“I’m dying to meet the author of your house, so I’m asking you to come with me.”

Then he nodded at those words. It was just a crazy person saying crazy things.
He also said that it was strange that Anne had endured, but he wasn’t really surprised.
If they were going to die from that curse, they would have died long ago.
However.

“Do you know what this is?”

Grid couldn’t help but ask. Many people have died from this curse. No one has a grand goal of fighting the curse, but if it could be eliminated, they would want to do so.

“I know. I think I’ll know better if I go and see for sure.”

Anne said. Encred supported her words.

“I trust Anne’s words.”
“This is an expression of my will to accompany you because I really want to see you.”

Right next to him, Sinar interpreted Encred’s words once again.