Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 464

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The short blonde knight felt a presence coming from the door and slowly lowered his sleeves.

Soon, the thin blade hidden inside my wrist was caught in my hand. It wasn’t because I felt threatened. It was a habit.

The sergeant asked with some caution.

“Do you have anything to say?”

Rem, the Western Barbarian and Encred’s companion, leaned against the doorway. He cast a blank stare.

Her eyes didn’t show any particular emotion. Rem opened her mouth in a flat tone.

“Where did you learn that poison technique?”

It was a sudden question, but the cadet quickly understood.

The West, the savages, the people he saved, that’s what he thought.

Also, I realized that the poison I was using was not ordinary.

Poison is not just one type.

Saxony, for example, used poisons derived from plants, animals, and minerals.

They made synthetic poison by combining arsenic, belladonna, poisonous mushrooms, and countless other poisons.

That wasn’t what the short blonde knight had written. It was poison made with witchcraft.

They are similar in that they go through a refining process and their methods of use are similar.

Rem muttered to himself.

‘The manufacturing method is completely different.’

It would have been impossible to write it without learning it from someone, especially in a way that he knew.

The blond knight believed that the man before him had no malicious intentions, and he also remembered the performance he had shown on the battlefield.

It wasn’t for Aura or the city, but it was definitely helpful.

Moreover, the poison he used was not even his main skill.

That is, I didn’t think that what the other person asked was particularly a secret.

“I accidentally saved an injured person, and that’s when I learned something.”

The blonde sergeant answered calmly.

“Did they even save your life?”

“Maybe? I think he was a bit of a strange person. I think it would be impressive to say that he barely managed to survive and still had a dignified attitude.”

The blonde spoke as she recalled her memories from back then.

Rem thought of someone in his memories.

If it were that guy, he would have been embarrassed and said something strange even after being saved.

“I see. Okay, I see.”

That would be fine, unless it was spread the wrong way. I knew that wouldn’t happen.

I just wanted to check.

After coming here and asking, Rem felt like he knew for sure why he came.

Seeing traces of the place I used to live here, I felt like it was a sign that it was really time to go back.

They also performed a ritual called ‘Aek-Tam-Gyeom’, which was to dispel bad luck before a big event.

This battle was that.

Because I had to fight with half my life on the line.

‘Honestly, more than half.’

My ribs still hurt. The swelling on my side hadn’t gone down, making it difficult to walk.

Since there was no other purpose, Rem turned around and the blonde spoke to Rem who was turning around.

“Thank you.”

The sincerity in those words made Rem open her mouth.

“That author. He was smiling so brightly even when he left.”

The blonde laughed at those words too.

There will be days when tears will flow, but from now on, I will live with a smile as much as possible.

That must be what Oara means.

After leaving the blonde’s house, Rem looked up at the sky.

The sun beat down hotly. It wasn’t warm, but rather uncomfortably heavy. The air seemed to be getting lighter, but then it became heavy again.

It was a different kind of sunshine from the west. It was humid and damp even though it rained yesterday.

On days like this, it would have been unpleasant to not move at all, but everyone seemed to be moving around without complaint.

Rem walked through the city, becoming a bystander and looking around.

Everyone is so diligent.

As I approached the accommodation with those thoughts in mind, I saw a kid who was more diligent than anyone else in the city.

Rem’s mouth opened on its own.

“Oh my, what are you doing with your hands shaking like crazy?”

Encred was seen swinging his sword very slowly while holding it.

An effort to control every single muscle was evident.

This is a training method mainly used when chewing over and analyzing each and every movement.

I’ve tried REM a few times, but it wasn’t that fun.

I didn’t feel the need to do it.

For example, even though she saw Oara’s fight, Rem didn’t necessarily need to learn anything from it.

What else can you learn from an obvious fight?

But it wouldn’t have been Encrid.

He will have to chew and swallow everything he has learned and acquired from it, one by one.

I know Remdo, but it was like an instinct to want to scold her.

“Revival.”

Of course, Encred didn’t change when he was scolded. He just answered indifferently and repeated what he had been doing.

In front of him, Frock was seen standing with his arms crossed.

“We should be grateful to the one who created that body.”

Luagarne has been watching over it for a long time and believes that one of the foundations of Encred is its body.

She also saw Encred reproducing the knight’s blow.

My muscles would burst and I could collapse in a state of futility from the excessive use of Will.

But Encred’s body held on.

That’s so amazing.

So what about the attrition of Will? What about the emptiness that comes after emptying your willpower?

I also had this question.

‘The curse of emptiness did not work.’

The curse of emptiness refers to a state of loss of motivation due to excessive use of willpower. Encred did not suffer from the curse of emptiness despite using more power than was in his capacity. It was a state of having nothing to ride, so it was also called exhaustion or burnout.

‘Usually it would have been normal for him to fall down.’

Even Roman, who was used to reproducing that blow, collapsed to the floor gasping for breath.

After crushing the bipedal spider-beast with his ignorant club and greatsword, he stopped defenseless.

If Asia hadn’t shown her power and stopped him, Roman would have taken a seat at the funeral this afternoon.

Yet Encrid was fine.

He was fine enough to stand up and swing his sword as soon as the burden on his body was gone.

How can this not be surprising?

Luagarne thought that nothing could interest him more than this.

* * *

Encred spent half his time swinging his sword and half time meditating.

Now, I needed to meditate, so I just sat down on the dirt floor in front of my lodging.

To a passerby, it looked like he was just blankly staring at the sky with nothing to do.

Encred’s gaze followed the clouds.

The thick clouds were especially thick today.

On one side, there were thick, gray clouds that seemed to almost touch the ground, so it looked like it might rain in the afternoon.

With his gaze blankly fixed on the sky, Encred’s head turned without rest.

‘How did you stop it?’

The fragment of Balrog lowers its posture and rushes in. An unexpected move aimed at the area below the knee.

If it were him, avoiding it would have been the priority, but Oara blocked the opponent’s attack by swinging his sword downwards at Balrog’s head.

The blade fell straight down, trying to split Balrog’s head, and Balrog felt it and returned to his original position.

As fast as a rush.

What Balrog’s fragments showed was surprising, but Oara’s swordsmanship was even more surprising.

How did you do that knife work?

It was originally incomprehensible, but now I can see it briefly.

Experience imitating a knight’s blow based on willpower.

The experience gave Encred a new perspective.

If you break down Aura’s movements, you can see it.

‘It’s the same as before.’

Connecting dots with your feet is a cut.

A sword that reacts instantly at any moment.

It’s like reaching out to grab a cup, but then changing your mind and biting your hand.

It is the acceleration of such reaction rates.

‘You don’t have to set a destination while reaching out, you just have to react as you go.’

The movement of swinging the sword is like when you practice, and then you modify it to match the opponent’s movement. Can you swing the sword with all your might after preparing like that?

Ohara did it.

It didn’t matter whether it was possible or not.

Haven’t I already seen someone do it in front of me?

Encred himself didn’t know it, but that was the essence of Oara’s technique.

Her sword doesn’t move along a set line. Instead, she just marks the most efficient point and draws the line.

It is a sword technique that renders a fight meaningless, as shown by a master of the Jeonggeomsik.

The key was to take out what was needed during the necessary time.

It is a sword technique that is possible because of the knight’s physical ability and ridiculous reflexes based on will.

In other words, it was a sword technique that only knights could use.

This was created after becoming a knight.

Until then, Aara would have defeated his opponents only with basic skills.

In some ways, it was similar to Rem’s technique.

I think I understand why Rem said there was nothing to learn.

It’s just pulling out things that are ingrained in the realm of instinct.

The clouds tangled and tangled, moving like the sword of Oara. Encred threw down his sword before them.

The clouds change again. Gray clouds turn into fragments of Balrog, swinging red rods in unpredictable orbits and angles.

The heat from the stick that could hardly be called a sword heated up my skin.

The clouds kept changing.

Before I knew it, it had become Ragna’s sword.

Once again, it became the spear that the Eastern Mercenary King was swinging.

‘Experience it.’

The mercenary king said.

That was really great advice.

Encred knew what to do.

“I will become fully familiar with everything I have.”

It came out of my mouth like a soliloquy.

“Did you dream about a dog?”

I must have closed my eyes before I knew it. When I opened them again, I saw a western savage with gray hair.

Rem is standing three steps away.

He was a good washer for a barbarian, and was also a member of the unit that split the heads of disobedient nobles with an axe.

And he told me about the dark sky from the Bellopter, the place where the black meteor fell, the tribe that worshipped power through cannibalism, the river of sand that could not be returned, the origin of magic, and so on, but he left out my story.

I intentionally didn’t tell my story.

“You’re going west? When are you leaving?”

Encred asked.

“If I go with this body, I might die. No, I think I might die.”

“Who was splitting someone’s head open there?”

“No, that’s not it. There are circumstances.”

Encred raised his gaze after hearing Rem’s words. If it were just a matter of curiosity, he wouldn’t be curious.

But now, Encred saw that Rem, the crazy axe murderer, was showing something akin to fear.

That rem?

That really piqued my curiosity.

Even Luagarne, who was chewing on a bug on one side, raised his head slightly.

“Gulp.”

She moved the ball. In human terms, it would be something like ‘oh-ho’.

“Can I follow you?”

Even Dunbakel showed interest. It was the words of Suin, who was busy training her body behind her. It was a picture that the young Rem, who was not afraid of anything in the world, made with hesitation.

“Everyone seems half-awake. I don’t know why they’re following me.”

Rem looked dissatisfied.

“Let’s go sightseeing. I’ve never been to the West before.”

Encred nailed it.

“Are you busy?”

There’s nothing to be busy with. As long as Azpen doesn’t do anything, the Border Guard will be safe.

Since Krang didn’t make any particular remarks, there wouldn’t be any problems for the time being.

Moreover, if it had been urgent, would Christ have remained silent?

I would have caught a single one and sent it to you.

Or maybe you sent someone.

There is no such news. I am eating well and doing well.

If there’s anything I’m worried about, it’s something like what my friend Squire Rug said the other day: ‘What if Lawford gets killed by Ragnar?’

Or is it that the shepherd of the wilderness is Pel who gets hit for being a troublemaker?

There is no other concern.

Ragnar now possesses the power of a knight.

‘Isn’t it okay to get a little lost now?’

Even if he gets lost and crosses the Azpen border right now, it would be more appropriate to worry about Azpen, not Ragnar.

“I’m not busy.”

So, in conclusion, I say this.

“Did I ever say that I went west and came back? I don’t think so.”

It sounded like a real threat.

If you want me to come back, just step aside quietly.

Those words stimulated Encred’s competitive spirit.

“I’ll just stop by.”

I need to see what he’s hiding.

I’m speaking with my heart hidden.

“Hey, are you really going to follow me?”

Rem looked like she was angry, but then shook her head.

“Do whatever you want.”

I don’t know what he was thinking, but he nodded instead of refusing.

That’s how I ended up going west to Dunbakel and Luagarne.

The group rested for three more days and were now in good health.

In the meantime, it rained twice more, but perhaps because of Oara’s killing of the Demonic Realm’s core, the weather became clearer than before.

It was a clear, cloudless day with a high sky. The sun was warm as usual.

The sunlight in the city of Oara felt harsh and fierce, even though the knight Oara was warm.

Encrid packed his bags and left.

They were followed by Rem, Luagarne, and Dunbakel.

Asia joined us on the way.

“store?”

“I have to go.”

“How are you?”

“About yesterday.”

I went to see Roman in the middle of the night and told him I was leaving.

No, actually I was going to go two days ago, but Roman strongly advised me not to.

“Just stay one more day and then go.”

There was no reason to refuse. There was still no rush.

It wasn’t a good day to leave, as it was drizzling.

“I get it.”

After answering like that and spending another day, it was now morning.

After loosening up and checking the equipment I brought with me using the isolation technique, I found that none of the whistle daggers were there.

I threw them all away while fighting. I tried to retrieve them, but the blades were worn out and it was difficult to use them again.

Where can I get a few more decent knives?

I thought about that too, but there was nowhere to go right now.

He stopped by the blacksmith shop and they all came together and closed the door.

“Oh, I told you I have nothing to sell. I have nothing to sell to you.”

The stubborn craftsman’s words lingered in my mind.

It seemed like he was saying that it wasn’t that there was nothing to sell, but that it shouldn’t be sold.

Then, on the way, Asia suddenly spoke.

“I actually gave up halfway.”

“what?”

Oara kept pace with the steady pace of the walk.

“I thought that if my brother and I just ate one meal a day, that would be enough. But that doesn’t seem to be the case.”

What she gave up was the will to go further.

Now Asia says she has found her will and determination again.

When I asked why.

“Because I saw Lord Oara’s back.”

Asia said.

As he left the city of Knight Oara, Encred thought again.

Her death affected everyone on the battlefield.

That’s when I reached the castle gate.

Roman stood in front, his greatsword resting on his shoulder.

“I still can’t understand it.”

He said. His determination was clear. His determination that he would not be able to pass through the gate behind him right now.

After that, the unit including Milio was accompanied by a short blonde knight.