Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 462

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Roman looked at his fist when he heard that someone was coming from the palace.

His hands are large, strong, and full of scars.

‘You can’t hit someone sent by the royal family, right?’

That’s obvious. But I still had concerns.

Are you loyal to Naurilia?

Will you fight for the crown when danger comes?

If someone were to ask Roman the question above, he would nod without hesitation.

And in addition to this, if you were to ask, ‘If you see a noble you don’t like, will you kill him?’, I would nod twice as fast as before.

Even the oath of allegiance comes from the heart.

‘Rather than that, it would be better to give the nobles something like the right to execute others on the spot.’

When he was staying at the palace as a member of the Knights Templar, Roman had such thoughts.

Wasn’t the royal palace a place full of people who would talk nonsense the moment they opened their mouths?

Oara is dead.

My master has left this world.

Her body did not rot easily even in damp weather.

Sadness, mourning, those things are probably only important to the people of this city.

What about someone sent from the royal family?

The palace sent someone as soon as they heard the news.

It was a really quick response.

Is it obvious? It was obvious.

Because a knight of the Knights Templar died.

Because one of the pillars of the country has fallen.

Since we can’t know everything that happened here, it will be a headache to think about everything from the deterrence to political positioning to stopping the demonic realm right now.

‘There must be a lot to worry about?’

This is why the royal family came before the coffin woven from sandalwood.

He will argue.

Why did the knight die here?

He will scold you.

Was there any reason to fight like that here?

Those noble bastards who are falling for Jeong Na-mi.

Roman’s hand tightened. Veins popped out on the back of his hand.

I’ll probably tolerate it for a while.

If it’s not too much.

What if you can’t stand it? Wasn’t the nickname of the guy under Encred called the Noble Hunter?

There was a rumor going around that he had killed the guy who was doing that shit.

Roman thought he might steal the nickname.

Today was the funeral of the knight Oara, the master.

“after.”

Roman sighed and went outside.

Hururuk.

Even though it was daytime, torches were lit here and there because of the fog in the city.

On days like this, the demons tend to be more violent.

The day after the double moon rose, days like this would sometimes repeat themselves.

It was because the monster was running wild, intoxicated by its killing instinct.

But this time, it wasn’t like that.

“There are no signs.”

The scouts had been patrolling diligently since dawn and confirmed that the Demonic Realm was quiet.

It was just as the master said.

The magic was quiet.

The monster that was the core of the magic circle was dead. The magic circle also poured out all its power.

It was now nothing more than a collection of colonies.

The Gray Forest of the Demon Realm, Oara wanted to end it.

The article is a disaster.

It was called that because it had that much power.

It is difficult to close the magic realm even with the force called disaster. However, Oara eventually succeeded in doing so.

‘Isn’t that so? What has the Master done for this city? How much does this city love the Master?’

If a man from the royal family were to disparage the Master’s achievements, then Roman would be a thug, not a knight of the Red Cloak.

‘Respect the Master. Please.’

My heart was pounding, and I felt stronger in my hands. It seemed like it would be better to leave my weapon behind.

Roman did so, leaving his weapon behind.

An article that might have been called a disaster by some.

But fortunately for Roman, traces of him remained all over the city.

“Hey, do you think a sane guy like you wants to live by extorting a few coins from pros**tutes?”

“What are you saying? Do you want to die?”

It was when I first came to Thousand Bricks as a soldier.

I rushed in after only looking at the outside, and was hit until the stars were visible in broad daylight.

“You need some training. Follow me!”

Roman fell in love with Oara at some point.

It wasn’t a rational emotion. It was respect.

A man who, if it weren’t for her, might have ended his life as a back alley thug, or as the master of some criminal guild.

That was him.

All the townspeople gathered without anyone to officiate the funeral.

It is a city with almost no children, women, or old people.

A city like a large barracks.

Oara loved this city, but she also felt sorry for it.

“If only there were no more demons, wouldn’t people laugh and chatter more? I want to hear the laughter of children in this city.”

It was Oara’s dream.

She will achieve her dream. She laid the foundation for it without giving up even in death.

The remaining parts of the Demon Realm will be erased and cleaned up by myself.

Then children will smile in this city too.

Roman told this story in detail to his friend Encred.

He knew how to listen quietly and nod his head.

No, just listening to me was comforting.

He was a really interesting guy.

Before I knew it, I had infiltrated the city and was with the Master until his end.

A platform in the center of the city came into view. Someone was standing on it.

He must have come from the palace. His face was unfamiliar. It wasn’t a face I knew.

‘Is that natural? Where is the nobleman I know?’

He stood on the platform without a single cloak. He had no armor. The clothes he wore had a luxurious aristocratic air.

But his hair was covered in dust, and his clothes, soaked in sweat and then dried, showed a white salty residue.

The man stood up on stage and looked at everyone.

In Roman’s eyes, everything about the man’s actions seemed that way.

He looked at everyone and sucked their gazes in.

It was before I could say or do any great things. I just did it by looking at it.

The atmosphere, the gaze, the flow of air, etc. are all sucked into the stage.

“I ask for forgiveness.”

The man’s mouth opened.

He discussed forgiveness before introducing himself.

“I appreciate your efforts, Lady Oara, but I cannot say that I am not responsible for her death.”

He wasn’t crying, but he looked like he was.

What’s so sad about losing the article?

No, that wasn’t it. It seemed like he was genuinely sad.

Roman thought so.

The man’s expression did not change. He stood quietly. He spoke with his eyes and breath.

I’m sorry.

I feel so guilty that I couldn’t do anything for the people who protected this land.

Who is that guy to be so arrogant?

Roman’s anger surged for a moment. It was not easy to control his emotions.

Just when I was about to say something, the man on the stage opened his mouth again.

“My name is Kdianat Landius Nauril, the name of the one you will curse and revile.”

what?

Roman opened his eyes wide and glared at the podium.

I was wondering what that kid was talking about just now.

“Since Lord Oara’s dream is to protect this city, I also swear. I will protect this land and this city until the nation of Naurilia falls, or even if it falls.”

The royal family sent someone.

He swore to defend the city.

He expressed his sorrow at the death of Lord Oara.

It’s not just the Master who’s discussing it.

He knew every single dead soldier.

I recited their names.

I heard that after the civil war, the new king did something like that.

The king did the same this time.

As soon as he heard the news, he came running day and night.

He stood on the stage with a body that looked like it might collapse at any moment, and talked about his sorrow and made an oath.

“You may throw stones.”

There was a knight who loved the city.

The knight ended up saving the city.

And the king who is supposed to guard that article says that your resentment should be directed at him.

Even if this is a lie.

Roman thought with tears in his eyes.

Defending this city is ultimately about protecting the kingdom.

Oara remained loyal to the royal family by protecting the city.

Roman himself would have been like that.

If there is such a king.

Because I will protect the city in Aura’s place.

Roman raised his head.

The fog clears. The sun rises from the twin moons, the red moon, and Darphia, breaking everything.

The gray fog that had rolled in from the gray forest of the Demonic Realm was clearing away and sunlight was streaming in like waves.

The sunlight that poured in like a wave stopped in its place and brightly illuminated the world. It illuminated the king, illuminated the people, and enveloped the dead Oara.

In the sunlight, the blond king looked at everyone.

“Hold on to Knight Oara.”

The king saluted.

* * *

The crane that came down from the platform opened its mouth.

Behind Krang, in the corner of the stage, Encred listened quietly to his words.

“Did you come just in time? Or was I late? Or should I blame my ignorance from the past when I was unable to do anything for the knights who protected this land?”

Political position, position, royal power.

It wasn’t a step taken after doing some calculations or anything.

I came to comfort those who are grieving the death of someone.

If you need some cynical advice, Krang could give you that.

But I didn’t do that.

Instead, he stood on the podium with all his heart and delivered a speech that wasn’t really a speech.

They say that sadness is lessened when shared.

The grief of the city was split among all the citizens.

Oara is dead.

But no one will forget her name.

“From today on, this city will be called Oara.”

The king spoke and came down from the podium.

“it’s tough.”

Only then did Krang speak in a whining tone. To be exact, he was looking at Encred. Encred, who was watching, scolded the king.

“You should have brought a coffin made of sandalwood.”

“I know.”

Well, if I had thought about it, it wouldn’t have come to this.

The facial expressions of those who came as escorts didn’t look all that comfortable either.

“Ha. You damn monster, you damn devil.”

Krang said, looking up at the sky. He closed his eyes without even frowning at the setting sunlight. With his eyes still closed, he continued speaking.

“I will erase the demonic realm. Even if it costs me my life. This land is my responsibility and my country. A knight died on my land. So I will erase all the demonic realms.”

I feel the will. The will filled with determination and conviction.

There was determination in Krang’s words.

It was just like when I first met him in the military barracks.

The way he speaks, his eyes, his gestures, everything flows as if it were set. Just like the sun rises and sets and the moon rises.

Krang said so.

I spoke with all my heart.

Encred heard correctly. He recognized it. He read the meaning behind his words.

It was just a single word, neither fast nor slow, but he would do it.

I will erase the magic mirror.

This king will burn the flame he has for that.

The illusion appeared again.

Knights, knights-in-waiting, squires, and soldiers, all take up their swords for one king.

They will swing their swords and stab with their spears.

Towards the demons, towards the enemies of the king.

The king takes responsibility and sets the direction.

The knight removes obstacles from his path.

That was each person’s job to do in their own place.

“My sword will be there with you.”

Encred answered.

“It’s nice to hear that. Let’s go for a walk.”

Krang quickly returned to his usual self. That is, his attitude was no different from when I first saw him in the military barracks.

“You look like you might fall down while walking?”

“If you fall, at least help me up.”

“Why should I leave the escort behind?”

“That’s true.”

He smiled faintly with a lame joke. Encred also laughed and walked away.

Today that has passed will never return.

Even the dead do not return.

It was the same thing.

Is this the best? Wasn’t there a better way?

It was understandable to think that way, but Encrid shook it off.

There is nothing more foolish than regretting the day that has passed and imagining that ‘the road not taken would have been better’, thinking that there must be a better choice.

Such worries and regrets are more dangerous than curses.

If I had lived with that burden in my heart, I would not have been able to come this far.

So I shook it off and walked.

In memory of the day that has passed, of the dead.

Just because it passed doesn’t mean I forgot about it.

Perhaps, until I die, I will never forget it.

So is Oara dead?

Although her body is dead, her spirit will continue in the city of Oara.

At the forefront are… … .

I don’t know why he’s crying, but there will be a friend named Roman who resembles a bandit.

It wasn’t a prophecy, but it just felt like it would happen.

It wasn’t just Roman who was crying. The sadness that Krang had shared resonated throughout the city.

Those who were so sad that they couldn’t even shed tears cried.

If their tears continue the spirit of Aura.

‘I will inherit some of the skills. Lord Ara.’

So, the spirit, skills, intentions, and such things will remain and be passed down.

Even though I am dead, I will not die and will protect this land.

With this, I could say that I had kept my will and belief as a knight.

Encred walked with a clap of his hands, with such thoughts in his mind.

A crane walked beside him, followed by an escort.

Once again, Luagarne came to the opposite side of Krang and walked with Encrid at the center.

“If the contract with the previous queen is over, I asked you to help me with my work, and here you are? Luagarne.”

The crane tilted its head forward and spoke.

Luagarne answered with a laugh, her cheeks puffing out.

“My interest is not in that direction, but in this direction.”

Luagarne spoke and pointed at Encred with her tongue out. Even though she stuck her tongue out in the middle of her speech, her pronunciation was completely normal. She was quite talented.

“You said you were interested in my face?”

“It is inevitable for the Prok race to reveal their faces, and it does not necessarily mean that we will make a contract.”

“I know. I just feel sorry.”

Gulp gurgle.

Luagarne just smiled. It seemed like she enjoyed just looking at Krang’s face, as if she also liked him.

Encred and Krang walked through the split sunlight.

No special words were exchanged.

The future, politics, the absence of articles – none of that was on the table.

“So you killed a ghoul that fought like a knight? Your skills have improved.”

“As I was doing it.”

“Shouldn’t you just say that it happened as you were doing it?”

“Of course not. It is an incomprehensible learning ability.”

Luagarne intervened from the side. Even to her, it was a mystery in itself that he had been able to recreate the knight’s attack in one go.

How is that possible?

I asked, but there was no way I could get an answer that said Encred.

All sorts of stories passed by in passing.

Encrid listened to Krang’s story and told his own story as well.

It was mostly trivial stuff.

If you look at the content itself, there are many important and secret things, but for the two, it was just a pointless conversation.

For example, it was something like this.

“Oh, I got married.”

For a king, having descendants was also a job.

Krang spoke calmly about his work.

Encrid says congratulations.

“Is this really something to celebrate?”

Krang threw out a joke.

They both laughed.

Problems scattered throughout the city of Oara were widespread.

But I’m sure others can solve that problem too.

The two just kept passing the problem on and talking.

“What kind of person was Oh Ara?”

Krang asked about the hero who protected the city, whom he had not seen.

“He was a shining man.”

It was like sunshine.

Encred answered, searching his memory.