Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 469

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Purple blood-stained clothes, a dagger in hand, a still cool breeze and a high sky filled with fluffy clouds.

Meanwhile, three corpses of heterogeneous giants.

It would be dangerous, my intuition warned me.

That’s why I couldn’t go back.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Encred said.

It sounds like a random remark. But the intention was clear. He wanted to go together.

“If you go, I go too.”

Luagarne said.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go with you.”

Dunbakel said as if he was doing a favor.

Rem looked at Encred.

Would that man go if he told me to? He wasn’t that kind of man. He was the most stubborn on the continent.

Can you break that stubbornness?

That’s ridiculous.

Rem came to a conclusion in a split second and answered.

“Okay, let’s go.”

I hit the road again.

After discovering the three giants, Rem searched for traces of the village.

“fu*k. What the hell is going on?”

Rem said.

Things like torn tents, rolling pots with holes in them, and large stone slabs were visible.

There was barely any blood. There was barely any smell of blood.

The place where the village was located was a relatively high place.

Among them, traces of a large bonfire were visible.

There are traces of a house being burned.

Nearby was a pile of burnt tents, scraps of leather, and dry wood, and in the center of it all was a large cauldron.

Next to the pot were several bones that looked human at first glance.

Rem’s expression was more rigid than ever.

He just scooped up some dirt with his hands, smelled it, and looked around.

“There is no trace whatsoever.”

There are no broken palings, no broken bows or spears.

The traces were too faint to be traces of a fight. That was Rem’s judgment.

There are so many things on my mind, but I can’t make a final decision here.

“Looking at the traces of broken, sap-filled wooden palisades,” Rem said.

“There were kids I knew here originally. No, there should have been.”

“There isn’t one right now.”

Encred also looked at the floor and said.

It is difficult to find any traces of anything other than the three giants. So what about the prophet the three giants spoke of?

“Yes. And three giants. Something is strange, the giants’ blood is strange, and it’s strange that there are few monsters around.”

“Rem muttered, crossing his arms and putting the axe down.

Just because it’s the West, does that mean there are no monsters?

On this side, there were many unique monsters that were hard to find on the continent.

Sandworms, white furry things that imitate human voices, ratmen. Rem said that these were common.

Instead, it is difficult to see things like lizardmen or crocodiles, perhaps because of the dry climate.

In the meantime, I also saw a few wild belloptera-like creatures.

It had a short body, scales instead of fur, short forelegs and long hind legs.

I saw it running and it was as fast as a horse.

However, I had doubts about whether it would be possible to tame it.

Since some people in the West ride them, there must be some kind of trick to taming them.

“Let’s go.”

Rem shook her hand.

A giant had attacked the village. That may be so, but the people here were not ones to be easily defeated.

Then there is something you don’t know about.

Rem took a step forward.

The party moved again.

One village was empty, but the path Rem knew was not different. The path was the same.

Encred looked up as he walked. For a moment, the clouds seemed to speed up.

I heard that when it rains in this area, it pours like crazy, but it usually hardly rains at all.

It was hard to imagine it raining in this weather.

Should we call it a blustery wind? In Encred’s experience, it was a day without even the slightest hint of rain.

Luagarne followed and said.

“It’s too dry.”

In fact, it was in perfect condition, but it could be uncomfortable for Luagarne.

She drank water over and over again.

“You can drink it all. I’ll be there tonight.”

Luagarne nodded at Rem’s words.

Sometimes, a wind carrying yellow dust would blow, but then a cool, dust-free wind would blow again.

As they walked forward, Rem said something.

“People here don’t like change very much.”

He said this while looking around. I thought he was looking for traces of the giant again, but that wasn’t the case. He was just looking for a path.

The landmarks were things like mountain ridges, rocks, and large trees.

These are things that usually do not change.

Things that stay in place even when a storm rages.

It is a very majestic and also magnificent landscape.

If people lived here, they would be nothing more than dots.

On one side of the yellow earth, there were patches of grass, and on the other side, there was a land made of gray stones.

There were also a few sandstone lumps formed by sand grains clumping together, and traces of weathering and erosion over time were evident.

This is unlikely to be a milestone.

Encred asked back, taking in the surrounding scenery.

“What does that mean?”

“There is war and we fight among ourselves, but the most important thing is that we reject major changes. Even if we wander this land, fight, and die, that’s all. I want to live believing that everything is fate.”

Rem tended to become rather reserved when it came to talking about something she really hated.

I don’t know if he knew it or not, but Encred knew.

For example, it’s okay to raise your voice when you’re angry at Saxony or Ragnar. You’re just a little angry.

But speaking softly and holding an axe was a sign of danger.

Recently, it was a sight that could be seen often because it was broken by Ragnar.

“I don’t know what the fun is in that.”

Rem said. Encred answered immediately without thinking. The content was serious, but the tone and tone of his speech were fluttering.

But it was okay.

I move forward because I have something I believe in. If I lived worrying about what other people think, I wouldn’t be living like this.

Since it is a question that condenses one’s own life, it is not a truly light question just because it is light, so the tone was light.

“Do you know?”

Rem’s steps suddenly stopped.

“That’s true.”

Rem muttered to herself and moved forward.

Just because a certain life is the right one, just because everyone says it’s right, should we live that way? Is that the right way to live? Is there a right way to live?

No. If there is something you want, you should just go ahead and achieve it.

That person was Encred.

Rem wasn’t much different.

So, I ran away to the West.

For a life worth fighting for.

For fun.

To move forward.

Because I don’t want to stand still, stagnate, and become a lump of sandstone eroded by the western wind.

I have a past of avoiding responsibility and obligation. I admit that.

Because I acknowledged it, I was able to go back.

That was what determined Rem’s current course of action.

It’s the heart. It’s the feeling. It’s the will.

When I was learning witchcraft, I used to get some kind of enlightenment, and it was similar now.

Rem remembered a state of mind that he had forgotten, something he had realized at some point after leaving the West.

“Let’s keep walking tonight. Those who are having a hard time… … put your hands down. Before I break the Dunbaker.”

“No, I just heard it. My armpits were ticklish.”

Dunbakel was damp, dry, and shaky. He was a really dull man. All he could say was that he was uncomfortable looking at the vast expanse of land.

I didn’t know it might be because it was similar to the wide plain where Suin lived.

“Wash up and live.”

Rem saw the number and said something.

“There are few people who wash as well as I do.”

Dunbakel answered confidently.

Of course, Encred didn’t believe it. Of course, neither Rem nor Luagarne believed it.

“If you are tired, carry me.”

Rem spoke absentmindedly and kept walking, passing through a dirt road and short grassy fields in a plain that looked like a wilderness, looking towards the mountain ridge on the left.

The ridge was full of rocks with holes here and there.

It seemed as if the basalt zone had pressed down on the surrounding area, along with the gentle geothermal heat, as if it had been a former volcanic zone.

‘From a distance, it looks like a lava giant has kicked it with its foot.’

Encrid, who developed synesthesia through acquired training and sensory skills, was able to infer shapes by looking at rock formations and pine basins.

The group walked all night.

On the way, several monsters jumped out.

It was the Ratman. The rat-headed monster with long claws was cut off by Dunbakel with a crunching sound.

“It’s my turn!”

She knew that she had to wash off the demon’s blood if it got on her, so she immediately fell to the side as soon as she hit the curve.

It was a typical hit-and-run tactic.

In that way, he dealt with the monster without even spilling a single drop of blood on his body.

Dunbakel’s skills had improved a lot compared to before. That was how it seemed to Encred.

Then what if we fought the giant earlier?

But he was worthy of being dealt with.

‘Dunbakel wins. The odds are much higher for this side.’

Of course, the odds of winning in a real fight are ridiculous.

Not being lazy with your training on a regular basis increases your chances of survival, but it is not absolute.

‘Am I overestimating Dunbakel’s skills?’

Should I push myself to the end and give myself a sense of improvement?

Dunbakel didn’t seem to have any particular thoughts.

Although, it seems like something has changed since he was showered with praise on the previous battlefield.

‘It’s up to you to figure it out.’

It wasn’t Encred’s fault. Dunbakel would figure out his own way and move forward.

“If we leave it alone, the hyenas and the repairmen will take care of it.”

Rem looked around at the dead demon and spoke, then walked again.

As I was walking along, I looked around and saw that it was full of rocks that looked like blades.

It was a sharp, solid rock, a natural rugged terrain.

Encrid looked around as it was.

On the right, I could see some grassland here and there. It was a land with short grass. I could see a few sheep leisurely grazing there.

‘sheep?’

Are sheep coming out of here?

There was also a cow.

In the meantime, I saw a few people.

It was just beginning to dawn, thanks to having walked all night.

Sunlight, clouds, and the light, dry air typical of the West overlapped to illuminate the area.

The sunlight came and enveloped the place dotted with gray and yellow. It was comfortable.

There was little fog, so there was no obstruction to visibility.

The sun added color to the surroundings.

Following the gray and yellow ochre, there were light brown, dark brown, and light green grass, and overall, the combination of gray and yellow ochre was harmonious with the green.

There were four people huddled together between the sheep and the cows, and one person stepped into the middle.

It seemed like they would show caution, but the opponent glanced at the group and approached them without hesitation.

“There was no mention of enemies coming when the clouds were pointed.”

He was a tall, broad-shouldered, and heavily built man, but his voice was relatively thin.

The author was wearing a furry armor all over his body. It seemed like the fur itself was acting as armor, rather than just a fur coat to maintain body temperature.

Her hair was braided long and hung down the back, and her hair was a light brown color.

Strangely enough, there was almost no sound of footsteps. It seemed as if there was something placed under the boots.

Encrid knew it just by looking at it.

A hunter? At least he looked like he was hunting normally.

The eyes of the person who approached scanned everyone except Rem one by one.

Exploration? Boundary? Something in between.

In addition, I felt something soft and gentle.

‘Flowing lava.’

It looks slow on the outside, but it’s the kind of lava that would immediately catch fire and burn your entire body if you accidentally touch it.

He was a man who kept his hot anger quiet.

Starting from Encred, to Dunbakel, and to Luagarne.

Her gaze met and fell.

It didn’t linger on Encred’s face much longer.

It was certainly a pleasant sight to behold, though dusty and dirty from all the walking, but she paid it no mind and looked away.

And asked.

“which?”

This is a question that comes to mind right away.

“What do you mean by that?”

Rem’s answer came back, unbelievably, a little timid.

That Rem is intimidated?

It’s not surprising that they seem to know each other, it’s surprising that they seem intimidated.

Encred looked around for a moment.

It might have been a dream the boatman was showing me.

There was no captain. There was no mirage.

It was reality. My senses told me so.

“I’m asking why you left home.”

The woman with the large frame spoke again.

Rem didn’t answer right away.

The moment he took those two in, Encred’s instincts were awakened. His head turned. A thought process of drawing the process and reaching a conclusion occurred.

‘Are you sure you’ll go together?’

‘I don’t have to go?’

‘Why would I take a faster route if I go alone?’

The reason why Rem was hesitating.

‘If you go now, you might die. No, you will die.’

The reason why I never wanted to leave with an injured body.

The reason why I showed something similar to fear without answering.

He seemed very reluctant to go get what he had left behind.

The answer to all of that was right before my eyes.

“Hey, sir, what the hell am I telling you to say?”

The western warrior fiddled with the axe at his waist.

She was Rem’s wife.