Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 461

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Encred has never been able to send out a healthy Aura during all these days.

Because the conditions for that were too difficult.

‘Kill the ghoul before Aura comes out.’

Meanwhile, Roman kills a spider monster that fights using its eight legs as swords.

At the same time, it also blocks the ghoul’s final blow.

Because I can’t repeat today, when Dunbakel dies or Rem dies.

Although it is out of the calculation that Oara kills Owlbear.

‘Not bad.’

So I concluded.

At that moment, out of the blue, the words the boatman had said came to mind.

“Do you know what it is called to walk a difficult path on your own?”

“Aren’t you an adult?”

“It’s called a mosquito net.”

The captain continued to criticize Encrid harshly.

That was nothing.

Because these kinds of accusations and criticisms were so familiar.

How many tongues had ridiculed and mocked him when he said he would become a knight?

So it doesn’t matter at all.

The feeling of loss when you fail to protect something due to a lack of practical force.

That kind of thing was more important.

I saw a man fighting a monster to protect his family.

I also saw the man die.

I also saw the family the man was trying to protect.

When Encred saw the mercenary bastard laughing at his daughter who had survived alone, he lost his mind.

“Stop that crazy kid!”

“Hey, hey, you little shit!”

“Ew, my ears!”

Encred bit off the mercenary cub’s ear and plunged his dagger into his neck.

“You, huh, no. Cool your head.”

The mercenary captain looked after him.

Instead, he was thrown in jail. That was an excuse.

If I had left it alone, the dead guy’s comrades would have stabbed him to death.

I was locked up for half a year.

There was nothing to do. He just trained his body. Most of the guards ignored him, but one of them asked.

He was an old warden in his fifties.

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t like it when you laugh.”

“Are you crazy?”

The warden released Encred.

After I let him go, what he said stayed in my mind for a long time.

“If you don’t have strength, you will eventually not be able to do what you want to do.”

Encred answered as he left the prison, running his hand over his chin several times, annoyed by his rough beard.

“I know very well.”

His dream is to become a knight.

I decided on that dream because I wanted to live while protecting what I wanted to protect.

“ha ha ha!”

Oh Ara burst into laughter again and again.

Krrrrrr!

The fragments of Balrog howled like beasts.

Although it was impossible to count exactly, there were dozens of attacks exchanged between the two.

Oara’s ‘laughter’ cut Balrog’s arm and pierced his stomach, but that alone did not kill him.

When the hole was made in the ship, it moved even more violently. Black smoke rose from the ship, and even though no special measures were taken, it half-healed and stopped bleeding.

Even while the hole was being ripped in his stomach, he swung the red stick that resembled a sword in his hand more than a dozen times. It was a monster.

The line of the pole covered Oara like a net.

Instead of stepping back, Aura burst out laughing.

In one blow, the net was torn apart and scattered. White light burst and pressure swept through the surroundings.

Boom! Dddddd.

The ground shook with a loud noise, as Balrog stomped on the ground.

Oara swung her sword.

Something rippled along the swinging blade.

To Encred’s eyes, the blades suddenly appeared to have multiplied into dozens.

The intangible willpower became a tangible force through the engraved weapon and swept through the surroundings.

Balok did something similar.

The red and white bars that I met like that.

The two sticks sometimes became a whip and sometimes a ray of light.

It seemed as if it was bending, but it stood straight and stopped, and it also created a plane like a wall made of steel.

That’s what it looked like through Encred’s eyes.

In reality, those two just fight by swinging swords.

Bam!

At the same time as the explosion, the fragments of Balrog and Oara intersected.

It was a fight that no one could interfere with. If anyone did, it would only be a nuisance.

This was a fight of knights.

“Master!”

Roman shouted.

Encrid watched in silence.

The fight between Balrog’s fragments and Oara was not long.

Encred had glimpsed the realm of omnipotence, so he could roughly read the direction of the fight.

Oara wins.

However, it was a fight that Balrog could not say he lost.

Rem’s face turned pale as he fell. He even vomited blood as if his ribs had pierced his internal organs.

Of course, he wasn’t someone who would die like this.

Instead, he walked over to the side and stood there, watching the fight together.

“I won.”

“Dunbakel said. She said this while sitting down after saving her life.

A long line was drawn on Balrog’s neck. It was a black line, not a red line.

The drawn line separated the monster’s head and body.

Was it a heartbreaking breakup? Or was it a satisfying breakup?

I don’t know. The mind of a demon.

Oara turned around just like that.

Still a smiling face.

“People are going to die anyway.”

She said with a smiling face.

Encred knew that Oara would not live long.

No matter what you do, you can’t save someone who is already dying.

Repeating today didn’t mean I could do anything. There were some things that would never change in today, which was changed by the curse.

“Whew, that was good.”

The red stick that Balrog was holding was stuck in the chest of the Oara that was talking.

It was a sword that resembled a skewer.

As Luagarne said, Balrog uses a sword and whip that emanates fire.

That fragment was half-baked, so that was all there was. The weapon was a red, unburning sword that resembled a stick.

“Roman, please take care of the city.”

The knight with the stick stuck in his chest said.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t go to Rowena’s wedding.”

The lord of the city built with a thousand bricks said:

“The Demon Realm is over now. So, all we have to do is kill everything that’s left. No new monsters will appear.”

Finally, the hero who was worried about tomorrow said.

If there had been no Aura, this city would not exist.

If it weren’t for her, this place would already be a part of the devil’s realm.

“Thank you, Encred.”

She also pointed out what Encred did.

“Ah, that was fun.”

That was the last one.

If there is a beginning, there is an end.

Because when you fly, you have to come down to the ground at some point.

Living is a path toward death.

However, it was up to you to decide what to do along the way.

There is no need to look back and regret the path you did not choose.

Because that kind of thing has no meaning in life.

No matter what you choose, putting in the effort to make it right is what makes life rich and beautiful.

Encrid put Aker back in his scabbard and stood up.

Then I put my hand on my right waist. It is a promise to keep good control of my weapon.

It was the beginning of a gesture of showing respect to the person in front of you.

After that, I bowed my head. I can do it out of respect for your hard work.

It was a salute.

“Oh.”

Encrid speaks of the relief named after her.

I saw the last of the dead knight laughing.

* * *

The two cadets sorted out the situation, and Asia, with her tired body, took charge of the cleanup.

Anyone can die on the battlefield.

The knight is not immortal.

There was no one who didn’t know that.

“The Master was dying.”

A short blond soldier came and said this. The soldier lit a torch. It was rare for someone to cry.

There was a lot of work to be done in clearing the battlefield. All the citizens of the city came out to help out.

Roman carried Aura’s body.

Her body was left in the house where she lived. There was no coffin yet.

It seemed like they would run out tomorrow, saying, “Are you surprised, kids?”

Of course, that didn’t happen.

Knight Oara is dead.

Encrid washed the blood off his body.

Outside, there was constant commotion as troops moved in for night watch.

Encred returned to his quarters, washed up, lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. The boatman appeared in his dream.

“Do you want to turn back the clock? But there are some things that never change. For example, the number of dice does not change. Where God resides, curses have no power.”

The boatman mumbled something unintelligible. There were a few words that I couldn’t understand.

I could only guess the general meaning.

Where else does God reside?

“If you had stayed today, you would never have seen that death again in your life.”

The boatman’s tone was quite seductive.

But it wasn’t fascinating.

There was one thing I wanted to protect from the beginning.

Satisfied Ara, smiling Ara.

Wanting to see a proper fighting article is secondary.

Encred saw Oara so satisfied, a smiling Oara.

I wasn’t bothered because I saw the hero who died smiling in the end.

What he wanted to protect was her smile.

It is not a life worth saving by running away and abandoning what you have to protect.

Encrid fell back to sleep without saying a word.

The boatman’s figure blurred and the sound of the waves grew distant.

I had a dream. This time it was a real dream.

It’s a dream where the boatman doesn’t appear.

A collection of random thoughts reconstructed based on memories remaining in the head.

Memories and information came out randomly mixed together.

“Hey, how do you like my city?”

Oara, standing on the wall and wearing a red cloak, asked.

Encred was now standing next to him. He had no cloak.

If it’s a dream, at least give me a cloak.

My back feels empty.

“How is it?”

“It’s good. It’s nice to look at and nice to live in.”

“Then do you want to stay?”

I shook my head because there was nothing to worry about.

“You said you would become a knight, right?”

Maybe it was because it was a dream, but the way the conversation started was a mess.

No, Oara was originally like this.

I used to ask questions impulsively.

But it was all sharp as a knife piercing to the core.

“yes.”

“Yeah, I think you’ll be fine. Anyway, thank you so much. Wow, the ending was really dizzying.”

“Was it so?”

“You didn’t see it properly, did you? Come here, I’ll tell you what I did.”

In the dream, Oara reenacted the movements of fighting Balrog. Encred stood in Balrog’s position and in Oara’s position, and remembered each and every one of those movements.

“I knew if I raised my sword like this here, this kid would trip me up.”

“Is this a prediction?”

“Intention.”

Countless fights were interwoven into the short battle.

It’s so crazy how they calculate things like this while using Will for power.

“You’re writing with intention now, right? But once you get used to it, you can just write. Will.”

Ohara told me everything without holding back.

We talked like that for a long time. I can’t tell because it was a dream, but it felt like a day or a month.

“bye.”

Oara gave a refreshing greeting and kissed Encred’s cheek.

When Encred asked with his eyes, “What is this?” the hero in his dream answered.

“Thank you.”

It didn’t seem to have any other meaning. It was a gesture of friendship or, as the saying goes, gratitude. Oara was Oara in the dream, too.

Oara disappeared as if in a blur, and Balrog’s afterimage was visible behind him.

A dead monster was seen putting a chain around Oara’s neck.

Why? Is it because it’s a dream?

For something like that, it was a very awkward ending.

Encred woke up. It was dawn. When he went outside, he saw Roman.

“Are you awake?”

Roman asked. His complexion was dull. He seemed tired, too.

“I don’t think you slept.”

Encred said as he looked at Roman’s face.

“I slept.”

A dull answer came back.

But, even though he was sleeping, he had a really bothersome expression on his face.

Roman, who was dealing with the spider inspector, suffered a deep gash on his forearm, so he had his forearm wrapped tightly in a bandage.

“For a moment, the Master appeared in my dream and told me not to do anything useless.”

Roman, his expression clearing, began to tell the story of his dream.

It was very different from the dream Encred himself had.

“Is this an unconscious expression of will?”

The first words that came out were Luagarne’s. She was coming out of her inn.

Now that Encred has woken up, it would be natural for him to follow him.

“Balrog takes the souls of those he kills. He sculpts them in the flames of hell and keeps them as sculptures.”

What is a soul? It is something that all intelligent beings possess.

“then?”

Encred appropriately added his own spin to the question. If you have something to say, say it all.

Luagarne did so.

“This is why the Balrog scatters fragments. His nickname is the Soul Collector. In the Great Demonic Realm, he is also called the Knight Hunter. This is because his hobby is collecting individuals who fight beyond the limits of their species.”

We ignore the souls that are worthless. We watch the souls that have great potential. We wait for them to grow. Sometimes we even raise them.

When Balrog saw a man with such a strong body and peak skills, he would rush at him like a dog that had been starving for several days.

A person who appears to be very cultured on the outside, but lives intoxicated by desire.

There was such a monster.

It is a monster with proper intelligence.

On the continent, such people were called mines.

“So does that mean the Master’s soul is now in Balrog?”

Roman asked, a fire blazing in his eyes.

“maybe.”

As soon as Luagarne finished answering, Encred spoke.

“Oh, I see.”

A single word that would normally have no special meaning resonated with a certain weight.

The one word ‘Ah, I see’ was like that.

When Encred spoke, it didn’t sound right.

These words resonated a hundred times more deeply than the words, “Let’s just wait and see.”

There’s nothing we can do about it right now.

Even if you go to the Great Demon Realm, it will be a monster that is difficult to encounter.

But get on top of the article.

Even after becoming a knight, if you keep moving forward.

“I come first.”

Roman said. He understood what Encred said.

“Become a knight. And kill Balrog.”

Encrid added one more decoration to my dream.

The requiem for heroes will be played then.

I will replace the song of support that I couldn’t sing and the dance that I couldn’t show with killing Balrog.

I will do that.

Luagarne said, looking at the blue flames, the two eyes that burn quietly and never go out.

“It’s dangerous.”

When Encred didn’t really answer, Luagarne continued.

“I don’t think you’ll listen to me. It’s hard to just become a journalist. Just don’t forget that.”

From the beginning, I never even dreamed of becoming a knight.

The article in the lyrics was an article with the nickname ‘End of War’.

Because the two letters of the word ‘end’ meant the force that would put an end to all fighting.

It was like that from the beginning.

My dream was not just to become a knight, but to become a knight who could do whatever he wanted.

I got a glimpse of some of its omnipotence.

Encred knew that his dream was within his fingertips.

All that was left was the process of clenching my fist. That’s what I thought.

Of course, the road will not be easy.

As it has been so far.

But that doesn’t mean I’m scared or that I’ll stop.

As it has been so far.