Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 480

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“Sir, I’ve decided.”

As I was coming in from the shower and drying my wet hair, Ziva came up to me and said this.

There was a time when I thought I should cut my hair because it was a bit long.

Encred seemed like a different person than before. He was as calm as usual.

She asked with her eyes, brushing away her long hair with a dry cloth that Jiba’s mother had given her.

What decision?

Ziva raised her head and met Encred’s eyes, moving her lips thickly.

“I will be your bride. Just wait five years.”

Gulp gurgle.

Luagarne laughed, puffing out her cheeks from the side. Dunbakel tilted his head and said.

“Will 5 years be enough? I don’t think it will be developed enough.”

Ziva was still a child.

“Look at our mother. She’s going to grow up, a lot.”

What do you mean by getting bigger?

Ziva’s mother sat quietly on one side, straightening her back and puffing out her chest.

A western man, forgetting his hostility, nodded beside him.

Of course.

A look of pride appeared on his face.

It was big, but that didn’t matter.

“What is this?”

Rem asked.

Although she had been in and out of the tent a few times, this was the first day she had spent a long time in the tent, so Rem didn’t know the reckless little Ziva.

“Jiba, a little kid whose dreams are hard to cheer on.”

Rem nodded at Encred’s honest assessment.

“It’s the first time for a little kid to not be cheered on.”

I can support any dream, but isn’t this one a little different?

Marriage is something where the other person’s intentions are important. It’s not something that can be done by my own will alone.

Of course, Encrid had no thoughts whatsoever about the brat named Ziva.

No, I thought he was just some reckless brat who was lucky to be alive. That was all.

Ziva stepped back as if he had said everything he wanted to say. He had no choice.

I had a fight and came back and just washed up.

There was still some heat left. There were more than a few people who came to find Encrid.

“My skills have improved a lot.”

Rem said. It really was. It didn’t sound like empty words when people called him a great warrior or a savior.

Rem had a keen eye, so he had the eyes to see.

He judged Encred’s current skills based on his own experience of finding sorcery.

When it comes to actual combat, many things affect the outcome. What we are judging now is not everything.

For example, even if he’s a knight, he’ll never be killed by a squire?

You could die. You could have died.

That’s what real life was like.

Just because you use Will doesn’t mean your body turns into steel.

The current estimate is only to get a rough idea of ​​the level.

That doesn’t mean it was meaningless though.

What is swordsmanship, what is fighting?

Strength, speed, stamina, judgment, coping skills, boldness, venom that squeezes out every last breath, unwavering mental strength, good eyes, keen senses, etc.

All of this combined is to kill the opponent.

As you can see now, all of Encred’s abilities have been leveled up.

It wasn’t just that I became stronger, but that I was imbued with some kind of concentrated experience.

‘It’s really interesting.’

I’ve been watching it for a long time, but it’s amazing to see it change like this sometimes.

It’s not that I don’t understand.

The world was big, and Rem didn’t know everything.

So, isn’t it possible that something like this could happen outside the categories you know, outside your realm of understanding?

‘I can’t believe it, though.’

That could be the case.

Those who are called geniuses tend to break certain molds.

Rem also broke that mold in the past to get to where she is now, so she didn’t have any stereotypes or fixed ideas.

Rather, those with poor skills will be trapped in their own thoughts and shout that it is nonsense.

Only those with poor minds would do that. But Rem wasn’t like that. And neither was Luagarne.

Dunbakel didn’t have any particular thoughts.

Most Westerners don’t know about Encred’s past, so the present is just amazing.

“It’s gotten a little longer.”

I’ve improved even more since I first came here.

That’s why Encred also nodded calmly.

It wasn’t just killing two giants, it wasn’t killing two giants.

It was the moment when accumulated experience was converted into skill.

Even Encred himself found it difficult to say anything definitive, but one thing was certain: the path to becoming a knight seemed to have become a thicker branch than before.

“That’s amazing.”

Ayul opened her mouth next to Rem. She did not hide her admiration and her emotion.

“I’ve never seen anyone fight better than Rem.”

Ayul’s words continued. Joo-ol was even more surprised. He knew that he would fight very well, and he had heard that he had subdued the twins.

“I knew from the moment I saw him that he was no ordinary person.”

He couldn’t even finish his speech.

That’s how great what he saw was.

“Breaking the curse and killing the giant, what should I say about this?”

There was also a middle-aged Westerner who would occasionally come by and talk to me.

But why did this person come into this situation?

It was a man with tear stains clearly visible on his face who suddenly appeared between Geomna-rae and Hira.

He held Encred’s hand and kept thanking her.

“Ah, Chief.”

One of the sorcerers recognized the man and said:

Encred didn’t even know that the man in front of him was the chieftain.

His clothes were similar to others, he never brought anyone with him, and his military power was not outstanding.

He would come by occasionally to say thank you and give me some fruit, so I just thought he was just a good-natured westerner.

He had a face and speech that made him look like a nice person.

Although he spoke with a distinctly Western accent and occasionally used words that were unique to the West, the chieftain was always considerate of Encred when he spoke.

Explain the word by breaking it down or say it twice in a friendly way.

He was a thoughtful person in many ways.

So you were the chief?

“Were you a chief?”

“Didn’t you know?”

Nod.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He stopped the curse and killed two giants. The chieftain was ready to give me his liver.

When I became a human totem, I was already so grateful that I could die.

But he even killed a giant.

“If there is something you want, I will have to stake my position as chieftain to get it for you.”

There was a brief commotion, Ziva’s random remarks, the chieftain’s thanks, Ayul’s surprise, and then everyone went off to find something to do.

“Let’s talk later.”

Rem also went out of the tent.

There were those who cried out for savior and there were moments when they gave off hot heat.

After that, the way people looked at Encred changed, but that didn’t mean Encred’s life would change.

“Let’s spar later.”

Geomna-rae spoke quietly. Although her body was still a little sore, I saw her slowly getting up and stretching her body.

“Didn’t you say you would do it as soon as you got better?

“I don’t think proper sparring would be fun.”

Geomna-rae said, licking his lips. He was also a Westerner.

I tried to deal with him roughly, but he didn’t like that. He said that he wanted to fight with sparks flying when the Western affairs were settled. He showed his fangs as he spoke, and they looked unusually sharp.

Encred nodded.

“The results won’t change.”

“You tend to speak a bit harshly, don’t you?”

“I’ve heard that kind of thing often.”

Since there was nothing special going on, Encrid reflected on the things that had been condensed and expressed this time.

Revival was a long-standing habit of his. It was exactly what he needed right now.

“Shall I recall each and every thing I have?”

As Luagarne said in passing.

Encred now knew what he was doing.

It’s something I’ve been doing for a while now.

From basic walking, how to swing a sword, how to hold a sword, everything I’ve learned so far.

Starting with the Valencian mercenary sword, the nameless swordsmanship learned from the magic sword called Tutor, various steps, swordsmanship and skills.

After going through the process of going back and putting it together one by one, I took it apart again and examined the principles of the technology.

why?

‘I think we can go further.’

It was something I realized through observation in the realm of intuition and sixth sense.

So what do we need now?

“I guess you won’t need me for a while.”

Luagarne continued speaking.

It was just as she said.

I still swing my sword like I always did, but it felt right to implement it one by one with my body rather than worrying and pondering.

“I think so.”

“I wonder if the timing is good.”

Luagarne muttered and prepared to go out. He had been going out nonstop lately, but I didn’t bother to ask why.

When the time comes to tell you, I will tell you foolishly.

Given this situation, it was only natural that his daily routine did not change. Encrid was still as enthusiastic about training as ever.

“You can leave now, but if you’re more comfortable here, that’s fine too. If there’s anything you want, just tell me, I can get you most of it.”

This is what Hira said when he bit the tobacco stick. He used to treat me well, but now he’s become even more extreme.

Jiba’s mother was still the same.

“This is the famous Western specialty, Wind Rabbit Meat. Please try it.”

The wind rabbit was an animal that only appeared in this region.

They are light in body and faster than regular rabbits, so it is said that even in the West, you need to have some of the best hunting skills to catch them.

The wind rabbit meat felt thin, if not tender.

It was made in the western style, mixed with grain powder and baked into a flat shape, and it melted in my mouth.

“There’s a guy named Chris in our unit. If he eats this, I think he’ll want to open a store right away.”

It was rave reviews.

Encred also answered Hirana and other Westerners who kept asking for what they wanted.

I wish I had a sparring partner.

“Geumna-rae, are you better yet?”

Hira called out to Geomnarae, but Geomnarae shook her head.

“Not yet.”

It wasn’t that I was trying to avoid it. It was just that, as I’d felt before, I needed to prepare to properly stick with it.

Is this surprising or is it expected?

There was no shortage of sparring partners.

These are Westerners, and Westerners consider it shameful to run away with their butts turned.

There were plenty of people willing to fight if Encred wanted to. It was not like a Westerner to give up on an opponent just because he was strong.

It was one of them.

He came ten days ago and said he saw Encred’s fight this time and wanted to learn something.

“For a Westerner, a scar on the back is a disgrace.”

He had short gray hair, a square jaw, and a stern expression.

“What if I get hurt in a surprise attack?”

“There’s nothing we can do about it.”

Westerners were not a closed-minded people, but they were also flexible. Above all, they enjoyed joking.

Encred smiled and picked up the wooden sword his opponent had given him.

“I enjoy fighting in various ways. When my friends see me like that, they sometimes say I’m lethal or cowardly.”

It’s a soft-spoken word. It’s a feminine attitude.

He immediately came holding two wooden swords and handed me one, and then continued speaking.

Encred caught the wooden sword thrown by his opponent.

Luagarne went out again, and Dunbakel sat on one side and pretended to be a bystander.

“Ugh.”

Dunbakel opened his mouth wide and stretched out his limbs.

He looked relaxed.

It also seemed like I’ve been sleeping a lot more lately.

Encred nodded up and down while holding the wooden sword given to him by his sparring partner. He could tell without even swinging it properly.

Isn’t this center of gravity off?

It was a poorly made tool. Or the material was wrong, but for something like that, it looked like it had been carved with great care. It was so rough that it looked like it was a newly made wooden sword.

In other words, it was something I had carved out for this match.

The opponent kept opening his mouth. It was to the point where I wondered when they would fight.

“But to say that you are cowardly is to underestimate the opponent’s preparations… … .”

The man who had been approaching stopped talking and immediately swung his wooden sword.

Paralock!

The cloak, wrapped around him to hide the movements of his arms, moved and shook violently.

The patterns engraved on the outside were distracting to the eyes.

The wooden sword, the cloak, the horse, everything is a stepping stone to victory.

‘It’s a tactic.’

Deception is also a tactic.

However, that does not mean that the tactics used by the opponent were effective.

It was a problem that did not concern Encred.

For example, the wooden sword is made of rotten wood with a hollow center.

Encred pretended to face the wooden sword and put it down.

The opponent struck the wooden sword forcefully.

puck.

The wooden sword I had thrown away broke in the middle.

How much rotten stuff did you bring?

He dug into her arms with the thought and lifted the area near her chin with the hard bottom of his palm.

I didn’t give it my all. That would have added one more invoice.

Bam!

I felt it in my hand and a refreshing sound erupted.

The opponent did not react.

That’s because he came in at the wrong time and took advantage of the gap.

A single blow from the palm lifted his leg. As the raised leg fell, his sparring partner fell forward.

At first glance, it looked like it was dead.

“……ugh.”

The opponent, who had been hit in the face and had his throat suffocated, fell to the ground and was unable to speak.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“As I said, Dunbakel came over and grabbed the western warrior’s back and straightened it.

“Ugh, huh, huh, haak, huh,”

Heavy breathing was heard one after another.

“I saw my dead father.”

Encred looked back at my hand.

It seemed like his strength control wasn’t perfect yet.

There was a female warrior waiting for her turn next to her.

If the one who fought just now was a hunter who used all means possible like a twin, this one was similar to Rem.

He had his hair tied back and was carrying a large axe over his muscular shoulders.

I saw a man who had been hit and half-dead before, but I didn’t pay any attention.

Encrid liked that too.

“I don’t think I’ll die even if I swing it with all my might, but can I do it with all my might?”

The female warrior asked. Encrid nodded.

After that, Encred deflected the heavy swing of the axe with only the blade and struck the back of the opponent’s neck, causing the female warrior to faint.

Encred knew that there were quite a few fights going on within the fenced area where the tribe resided.

Looking at the situation, it seemed to be increasing more than before.

“Is it that great?”

Because several strangers would come up to see the warrior who killed the giant.

“Behave yourself, or you’ll get in trouble.”

A warning was given to the warriors who were rumbling beside him.

“Okay, I got it.”

The warriors nodded their heads easily.

As amazing as what Encred accomplished, they each had their own work to do.

Holding a whetstone and sharpening the edge of my weapon, meditating, sparring, training, etc.

I could tell at a glance.

The entire tribe was preparing for battle.

That is to say, killing the giant was not the end.