Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 474

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“Mom, am I dying?”

The child asked.

“No, that can’t be, just sleep well for a few nights and you’ll be fine.”

The mother answered.

“huh.”

The child couldn’t even open his eyes properly because of the constant eye boogers.

My fever hadn’t gone down for several days, and now I couldn’t even see properly.

“Krrrrr.”

A mother’s heart breaks when she sees her child crying in the morning.

One day, blue spots began to appear all over the child’s body, and the veins in his arms and legs bulged and turned purple. The child began to feel sick.

‘I will suffer in your place.’

So, whether it’s a guardian spirit, an ancestral spirit, or whatever it is, please bring my child back to life.

The mother set out early in the morning to find grass that would soothe her pain.

“It’s dangerous to go out now.”

The warrior standing guard around the tent said.

The frequency of monsters appearing in the West was significantly lower than that of the Continent. However, the danger was not far away. If you were unlucky, you would die the same way on the Continent or here.

“are you okay.”

The thought of wanting to die would often pop up in my head. But I couldn’t do that.

“Mom, mom.”

The child who was looking for himself was holding on to the end.

A feeling of resentment arose. A certain heat started from the tips of my toes and rose up to my chest, burning fiercely.

‘why.’

This is not natural.

Anyone can die.

But it won’t be my child’s turn.

Why does that child have to suffer like this?

The mother took out a short dagger from her bosom. It was a gently curved blade, a span long.

It was a dagger called a karambit.

The blade, made of dull gray metal, is not very sharp on the outside, but is very well-sharpened on the inside.

It was enough to cut the nape of a child’s neck.

It’s enough to pull it against my neck.

How long, how long must I watch my child fall into the river of pain?

If you get cut to death by a sword, even if it hurts, the moment won’t be very long.

Even if I were to drown in the river, I wouldn’t be suffering as long as I am now.

“It’s just difficult. We need a lake bigger than a spring and a river bigger than a stream.”

The eldest sorcerer, who was trying to stop the curse, said so and closed his eyes.

That was his last. He never opened his eyes again.

I fainted in a prayer position and have not woken up since.

The flame of hope went out. The world became dark.

Because everything that was mother’s is dying.

Even if you have eyes, you cannot see light, and even if you have ears, you cannot hear the chirping of birds.

The child is dying in agony.

The mother went to find some grass to soothe the pain.

This was also something that required half risking one’s life.

“This way, this way.”

While wandering around like that, she met a monster. It called her in a child’s voice.

It was the sound of a child in danger. That’s what it sounded like.

The mother listened to the sound. Her head turned. She was dizzy from not having slept properly for several days.

Despair and frustration were also eating away at my body and mind.

‘If I save that child, someone might save my child.’

False hopes further clouded my mind and blurred my vision.

It was between the curved hills. As she was about to take a step at the sound, someone grabbed her shoulder from behind.

“It’s a copycat. How could you not know?”

When I looked back, I saw a man with a sharp jaw and evil eyes.

It had been five years since the child’s father died.

Naturally, the story of remarriage came up.

Then this man started circling around me.

Then, when he saw his mother going out alone, he followed her.

“It was a child’s voice.”

“Are you giving up on living and leaving your child behind? Then you will just die and be done with it. Is that what you want? To die before your child? Don’t be weak.”

The man said. The woman’s heart broke and tears flowed down her face.

That’s right. It’s a copycat.

If there were human-faced dogs on the continent, there were monsters that imitated voices here.

Any adult male, even a warrior, would have no trouble dealing with him.

If the mother was in good health, there would be no problem.

But if we had faced it in the same condition as now, it would have been dangerous.

It’s relatively weak, after all, a monster is a monster.

The creature’s claws were strong enough to rip through human flesh.

“Then please do something about it.”

The mother spoke and the man remained silent.

If it meant selling my soul, I could do it. If it meant breaking a taboo, I could do it. If it meant giving up my chastity, I would do it.

I could do anything, really anything.

I’ll give my life for it. You can take whatever you want.

Devils are good. Monsters are good. Witches are good. Cannibals are good.

Just save the child.

Then I will do what you want.

I made a wish. No one listened.

The child’s mother fell to her knees as a wave of despair struck her.

There was no way now.

The curse cast by the soothsayer tribe will kill the child.

My child will become like all the people who have died so far.

“why.”

The mother asked the sky. There was still no answer.

She saw a man who had lost his lover and turned away.

There was also a woman who lost her companion and lost her soul.

The chieftain deliberately separated the area where the curse occurred from the ordinary tribesmen.

Although the curse was not contagious, some believed it spread, partly to avoid sharing their gloom.

The curse was still a problem for some of the tribesmen.

It’s not like it’s something that eats hundreds, it’s just a few dozen days.

To the group it was a small number, to the individual it was just one person, that’s it.

The curse was eating away at the western peoples from within.

The mother was a moth-eaten person.

‘If my child dies, no one will leave me alone.’

Evil thoughts also began to bloom in my heart.

If the other person has broken a taboo, we must do the same.

But the chieftain only showed a lukewarm attitude.

I won’t just let it go. I won’t just let it go.

In the half-mad mother’s heart grew despair, suffering, resentment, and malice.

This was a real curse.

The mother was carrying grass when she saw her child running around.

A few days ago, I would have just looked at him with gloomy eyes, thinking of my child, but now I was filled with resentment.

Why does it have to be my child?

Why are these kids laughing like this?

Why am I the only one sad?

“Come out.”

I tell the kids. I barely managed to restrain myself and entered the cursed tent. I sat down next to my kids.

It’s not the kids’ fault. I tried to calm my mind.

Purple bulging veins, blue spots, and eye boogers covering half of the face.

Is this my child’s face?

Is this my child’s body?

“Ugh.”

I clench my teeth and swallow my tears. My child will never see again.

so.

‘Chief.’

Let me ask you something.

What is the right way?

Are you just going to live with this?

Why am I being taken advantage of by the fortune teller clan?

Take this curse now.

If it’s not your responsibility, whose is it?

Resentment in sorrow.

Malice in resentment.

That kind of thing filled the entire tent. It was full of an aura that would make anyone who didn’t know feel uncomfortable, and that would be dangerous to anyone who knew.

* * *

The fortune teller Hira was worried that the curse would harm the tribe.

The eldest sorcerer and the best warrior are blocking it with their bodies, so this is how it is, but what will happen in the future?

Dunbakel frowned as he entered the tent.

Luagarne didn’t have any particular thoughts.

Encred sensed the malice in his sixth sense.

Why is the atmosphere like this?

It was with that thought that I entered the tent, and an unpleasant smell along with the musty smell stung my nose.

It was natural that they gathered together those who had not washed properly.

As I went inside, I saw a child lying on a bed made of folded sheets near the entrance.

Why are there so many eye boogers? Can you please wash them off?

As I was watching, the child waved his arm. It wasn’t as if he wanted me to hold his hand.

So, this was something I just happened to touch in passing.

I had no worries that the curse would have any effect on my body.

If it was something like an infection, it wouldn’t have been left like this.

It must have already spread and become chaos.

It was still a minor problem, but it seemed like a headache. That was all.

Then the child’s hand reached out and grabbed it. It was also because it reminded me of the old days.

“There is nothing that can be done.”

The captain of the mercenaries said to those who had contracted the disease:

He just said that it was something that couldn’t be helped. It was something that couldn’t be done with a knife.

These were people who couldn’t even see a healer, let alone a priest, because they didn’t have a crona.

Encrid did crazy things back then too.

There was only one thing a sword could do at that time, and Encred did it.

“Are you crazy?”

This is what a colleague who said he didn’t have to come with me but ended up following me said.

Encrid didn’t answer. He just did what he had to do.

“Are you going to die here? Or will you follow me?”

It was the home of the most skilled therapist in the area.

Since I had no choice but to climb over the wall in the middle of the night.

It was said with a sword held to the therapist’s neck. The therapist had two choices.

Either leave or follow here.

“I will follow you!”

The greedy healer succumbs to the sword like that.

“Are you a mercenary or a thief?”

His colleagues criticized Encrid incessantly.

I couldn’t even ask why.

I was really busy after that.

Anyway, I kidnapped the therapist. That was the best I could do with a knife.

With that, Encrid became a fugitive for a while.

“You are a real crazy bastard.”

The colleague said, briefly hiding himself.

He also told me later on when we broke up why he helped me. I remember him saying that with a look of shame on his face, while wiping his nose.

“As I was looking at it, I was reminded of my younger brother whom I left behind in my hometown.”

She was a female mercenary who was ten years older than him.

“I didn’t see you as a man, kid.”

It was a simple farewell.

So I wandered around the continent for a while.

I remembered the body of the child who had been kidnapped and buried dead despite the therapist being present.

The child I just touched was alive.

If that’s the case, then there’s no need to give up. There must be a way to save you, whether it’s a curse or not.

Even if there is nothing, you must do your best until the end.

Only then could the remaining people survive.

Even if you send it when you have to, the fact that you did something will help the others survive.

Knock knock.

He held her hand and lightly patted her hand with the other hand.

It meant that it would be okay. I felt strength in the child’s hand. He tried to hold my hand, but he didn’t have enough strength. It was a weak grip.

Encrid held the child’s hand, making sure the child did not get sick.

At best, I’m ten years old?

Ahead of him appeared the child’s mother. It was the woman who had passed among the children in the village square earlier.

He seemed to have a rather fierce personality. He didn’t get angry at the kids, but didn’t you get a glimpse of a cold-blooded murderous intent?

The woman wiped the child’s face with a wet cloth.

The eye boogers were wiped away very well.

Why are you only cleaning that now?

As I was watching, the child opened his eyes.

Hira shouts and the twins approach.

As I was watching for a moment, Rem came in.

He was with his wife.

Behind him, Joo-ol was just blinking.

“What did you do?”

Rem asked.

Encred lifted my hand and looked at it for a moment.

Was it your left hand?

No. It was my right hand. I lifted my hand and looked at Rem again.

Encrid was a smart guy.

The situation came into my mind.

It was my own work.

“I feel like I’ve realized divine power.”

Rem whispered as he approached.

Of course, I didn’t really believe it, it was just a lame fairy joke.

“Isn’t this place cursed too?”

Rem asked in a serious tone, turning to face the back.

“That’s not the way a curse is triggered. You source of evil.”

Rem’s wife brandished the blade of criticism without hesitation, but her gaze never left the child.

Ayul’s eyes were also surprised.

Rem nodded and said, “I see.”

“Then what?”

Rem asked again.

“I don’t know either.”

Encred shrugged. Honestly, he had no idea.

But now there was someone for whom such things were not important.

Hira looked lost in thought with surprised eyes.

How is this possible?

You said you needed a lake bigger than Ongdal Spring?

Next to him was the mother of a child whose eyes were as bright as starlight.

The veins on the child’s body have noticeably decreased. The spots have also faded.

“you.”

She called Encrid.

“hmm?”

Encred reacted. In fact, he didn’t even know what he had done.

But looking at the situation, it seemed like it was because my hand touched it. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something, but it looked that way on the outside.

The child’s mother seemed to have noticed it as well.

She knelt down, placed her palms toward the sky, and rested her forehead on the ground.

The tent floor was covered with a thick cloth, but it wasn’t very clean.

There were clear traces of blood, sweat, and pus.

Yet, without hesitation, she knelt down on the ground and bowed her head.

“I will do whatever you want, just stay by my child’s side… … .”

The mother couldn’t even continue speaking properly. She was shivering.

“fu*k, what the hell have you done? Do you know what that means? It’s a sign that you’re willing to sacrifice your body or whatever.”

Rem whispered urgently.

If you literally told her to come to my tent naked today, she would come smiling.

That’s what it meant.

Of course, Encrid couldn’t know.

At that moment, Hira raised his head and slowly but thoroughly examined Encred from head to toe.

Why did this happen? I don’t know.

But one thing was certain.

Hira was a sorcerer and fortune teller, but his specialty was healing.

Since most healing arts are based on sorcery, she was adept at removing curses and side effects caused by incorrect use of sorcery.

Her senses spoke like this.

The curse that the fortune-teller tribe cast upon the collective consciousness has now faded.

It was all thanks to the appearance of one man.

I don’t know the exact reason, but I can guess the principle.

That man is said to remove curses from around me.

in other words.

“I would like to ask you something too.”

Hira said urgently.

This curse was dangerous. He could not tell the entire tribe, but Hira had a premonition that it would be the end of the tribe.

That premonition was twisted.

“Everyone, stop for now.”

Rem stepped in to mediate. Encred just stood there blankly.

Because it was something he really didn’t know.