Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 490

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Rem was still not good at explaining, but he was better than before, and Ayul and Juol were impressed when they heard him.

“Where did you learn to be so good at talking? I hope you don’t use that to seduce other women.”

“Did you go to some kind of public speaking academy on the continent?”

Encred felt a sense of both admiration and rejection at the same time.

Because Rem wasn’t a good speaker by any means.

Listening to the words he spoke here and there, it seemed like if this kid had been a bard, he would have given many people a disease called suffocation.

“What is the Path of Grime? There was a man named Grime. It is the path he walked. What is the Path? It is the story of Grime’s life. Do you understand up to this point?”

Of course, if the listener was good, it wouldn’t matter. Encred, as always, was a good listener. He listened intently and responded.

That made Rem speak more earnestly.

Encred’s specialty was extracting only the content by eliminating redundancy and unnecessary repetition.

He did so.

Among the old heroes of the West, there was a man named Grimer who is said to have gone on a sort of pilgrimage.

If a pilgrimage is a series of visits to places of religious significance, then what Grimeran did should be called a hunting trip.

Because I visited each place one by one, choosing only those places that were worth killing and those that needed to be killed.

He went his own way, traveling the West and killing every beast, demon, or monster he saw.

It was the story of a hero who was obsessed with hunting and could manipulate shadows with sorcery.

It was also a story from an era that was somewhere between myth and legend.

The act of killing a cannibalistic tree monster by setting its body on fire with witchcraft.

The story of finding the weak point of a monster that lived in a lake and wielding dozens of tentacles, and stabbing it to death.

Anecdotes about killing a thief wearing a transparent hood, etc.

Some of them were oral tales that were appropriately adapted, like old tales, and some of them were a bit nonsensical.

In relation to that, there was once a coming of age ceremony in the West called the Way of Grimm.

It was nothing else. It was just a walk along a part of the path he had walked.

“I really want to walk the path of Grime.”

Although it is called a coming of age ceremony, if you follow the same path as the hero Grimeran, it is not a coming of age ceremony but a suicide ceremony.

Sending a child who had just turned fifteen out on a road ravaged by demons alone didn’t make sense.

So, it’s moving on a more deteriorated schedule and route, but what Rem is talking about now is the real Grime’s path.

So that’s the path the hero really took.

That doesn’t mean we should follow that path all the way.

Then it would really take several years to go around.

What Rem was talking about was the final path of the hero Grime. When I heard it, it wasn’t about honoring some hero.

“Because there are so many things to see here.”

It was a simple intention. It seemed to Encred that he had something to show.

A heavy backpack was visible on Rem’s back. Jool and Ayul were also carrying heavy backpacks.

“I should have told you to pack your bags.”

“What are you packing? We’ve prepared everything. Let’s go on a picnic.”

Ayul blurted out.

Can you call Grime’s Road a picnic?

The Westerners who were listening blinked.

It may sound like half-crazy talk, but for them, it was a picnic.

It’s not like there are any ridiculous monsters waiting for you like in the mythical era.

That’s how the journey began.

“Let’s go.”

“Okay then.”

There was nothing to worry about. I just packed a change of clothes and the gifts I had received and moved on.

“A month? Sounds good.”

Suin, who had been dissatisfied with having to wash once every three days, welcomed the trip the most.

Now I can’t tell you to wash often.

Prock, who always watched Encred, followed behind.

Encred, Rem, Dunbakel, Luagarne, Ayul, and Juol. The six of them were together.

“I would like to go with you, but I need to recover and deal with the fortune teller tribe and the remaining cannibals. Don’t be sad that I can’t go with you.”

As they were leaving, Geomna-rae said:

It was a western joke.

“It’s such a shame.”

When Encred answered expressionlessly and dryly, Geomna-rae snickered.

He was a guy who had a good sense of humor.

After finishing the conversation, I gathered up my weapons and came out.

“Who is the eldest sorcerer?”

When Encred asked while walking step by step, Rem answered nonchalantly.

“I’m still crying. If you say I’m recovering and preparing, it won’t take even a month, and that’s already fast. Oh, the eldest sorcerer told me to thank you.”

“It was nothing.”

Encred still answered nonchalantly.

Looking at Encrid like that, Rem thought that he was a truly amazing person.

Both his skills and his will were beyond the ordinary.

What does extraordinary mean? It means excelling above the ordinary level.

If you ask who the most extraordinary and outstanding human being Rem has ever seen is, the answer is clear.

“Let’s go.”

Rem came with his arm around my shoulder.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

“Is this a bit bigger now?”

Encrid was originally taller.

I said that because it seemed like it was hard for the little guy to raise his hands while carrying a backpack.

Encred looked down and Rem looked up.

“Let’s have a game of sparring later.”

It was a welcome sound to hear.

As I was going, I asked Joo-ol, and he said that for various reasons, they would be living a group nomadic life this year.

Sending a small tribe that had lost its warriors out to fend for themselves meant sending them all to their deaths.

So, I decided to take responsibility and take care of people.

I’m used to living a life without much, but this year, I might have to starve even more because the new disciple of the Demonic Cult from the Continent is causing trouble.

That seemed like it might be a bit difficult.

So before he left, Encred had a few quick-footed westerners deliver a letter through a merchant coming this way.

It was still nothing special.

One for the King and one for the Border Guard.

I came to the West for various reasons, so I wrote to ask if there was any bread left over to be sent to me.

If you really send bread, it will all come back rotten, but both Krang and Christina are smart people, so they will figure it out.

The continent was soon entering its rainy season. In about two weeks, it would rain on the Border Guard side as well.

A cool breeze blew, shaking my hair and brushing my cheek.

Ayul walked beside him, and Encred asked in a nonchalant manner.

“I heard Rem is following you.”

“know.”

“Are you coming together?”

“Why me?”

I asked if Rem was following me, and Rem and Ayul both had similar reactions.

It was an attitude like, why are you saying such an obvious thing?

“You’re staying here?”

“Leave it alone.”

Ayul, who was holding a long cane, tapped the floor and continued speaking.

“I had a child.”

It was said in a casual tone. Even Encred was speechless for a moment before asking again.

“what?”

Then, soon, various questions arose, and, funny enough, the first thought that came to mind was this.

Let’s say you’re having a child, but how do you know that already?

“Those who practice magic are keenly aware of the new life that is being born within them.”

The West, and the sorcerers say so.

In not too long a time, Rem has achieved yet another feat.

In the West, there was no concept of having to settle down after having a child.

All I do is do everything I have to do, and when I feel tired later, I take more time to rest.

Ayul would have done the same.

She spoke and smiled brightly, a bright Western smile.

“I will work for my people, protect them, and raise my children. I love this land, and I do not want to leave.”

Ayul put her hand on my stomach. No matter what happens, I will protect my child. I am that strong.

There seemed to be a soft glow coming from her face. She looked especially beautiful now.

I don’t look at her rationally. I just think she’s a beautiful person.

“Can I do without Rem?”

“It’s sad, but it’s okay. I’m not leaving forever. That kid should do whatever he wants. I don’t need a guy who’ll just be a shell and whine next to me.”

It seemed so.

Most men don’t have arms thicker than Ayul’s.

In terms of health and beauty, she was a healthy beauty who could chew on Teresa or Dunbak.

The speed was broad and the understanding was deep.

There was a reason why Rem fell in love.

Rem, who had been listening attentively since earlier, interrupted and asked.

“That’s what happened. But why did you think I would stay here?”

Encred thought that in this area, Rem’s wit was on the level of Dunbakel.

“Child, wife, West, isn’t that enough reason to stay?”

Encred sent him off quietly, but Ayul heard everything he had to hear.

“You crazy husband, is it normal for you to leave then?”

He willingly sent it to me, but it was laced with affectionate insults.

The journey was noisy from the start.

That wasn’t bad.

Ju-ol laughed as he looked at it and gestured to the Velopters. The six Velopters in the group were their traveling companions.

The one Encred rode was an all-brown creature with flame-shaped red scales on its head.

As I was looking at it, I suddenly thought of a cross-eyed person.

Whenever I rode on the back of a sled, I felt a certain sense of pleasure.

When will there ever be a time when I will charge at him?

I rode the Velocir with various thoughts in mind. Basically, there was nothing particularly difficult about going out and moving.

“Help me.”

When a copycat monster appears in the middle.

“I’ll take care of it and come back.”

Jool came out and chased them away with a few rocks.

“If you kill them here, the smell of blood will attract other people.”

The reason for chasing instead of killing was clear.

That is, there was a skilled hunter with him.

“It’s a bunch of ratmen. I’ll be back soon.”

When the inevitable horde approached, Rem or whoever went out and took care of them.

It was pitiful to see the monster rushing in and splitting its head with an axe, and then breaking the head of another monster right behind it with a powerful kick.

“I have to move to the waterside today.”

Most of it was barren land, but there were small lakes here and there, and if you went near the lakes, you could see some grasslands here and there.

The western route was mostly over land that was neither grassland nor wasteland.

The Bellopter ate grass, drank water from the lake, and ate dried fish.

He eats everything, but he especially likes fish.

Grrrrr.

When I fed it, it looked like it was going to grow some more when I saw it cutely rubbing its head against the food.

Maybe because the blood was cold, the scales were secretly cool. But it wasn’t so cold that it was surprising.

It was night and we had lit a bonfire.

Dunbakel caught a rabbit and a mole with his unique hunting instinct.

“That’s great.”

The impressed Jool volunteered to cook. Hunting in the West was no easy task, but Dunbakel had done it so easily.

As Joo-ol started cooking, A-yul took a step back.

“Even though she’s my wife, don’t forget to tell her not to cook.”

Rem spoke with her voice as quiet as possible. Ayul also didn’t come forward, perhaps because she wasn’t confident in her own dexterity.

Jool was a better cook than Rem. He found a place to eat, removed the blood and entrails from rabbits and moles, cleaned them appropriately, and boiled them into a stew.

The smell of bubbling stew brought back a forgotten hunger.

Taste? It was rich and light. I especially gave a thumbs up to the savory flavor created by adding salt and herb powder.

“I’m not the best in the West, but I’m pretty confident in my cooking.”

I heard that Ju-ol was in charge of cooking when living in a group village.

But since he was good at fighting and hunting, he often came out like this.

Joo-ol said that he has enjoyed cooking and watching people eat it all his life.

“Then why did you follow me this time?”

“This is an opportunity I can’t miss to create something for the hero who saved the tribe.”

This is what comes out when you ask.

The answer was really funny. After dinner, Joo-ol took the lead in washing the dishes.

“They are all benefactors. I don’t want to entrust them with chores.”

I think they said the trip would take a month.

It seemed like he was going to take care of all the chores until then.

After eating so well, I stood with my sword in hand to fill my stomach, and Rem stood on the other side.

Whew.

The wind blew. The broken sandstone turned into dust, bothering my eyes.

Encred and Rem both squinted. It was an instinctive action to protect their eyes from the dust.

“Let’s have a go.”

“Can I hit you in front of my wife?”

Rem chuckled.

Anyway, you speak very well.

“Well, I prepared something to make it more fun.”

This is the West. Rem is a Westerner.

One had to enter the holy land to retrieve one’s own weapons or spells, but there were also shortcuts.

There were also things I had newly realized while fighting the madman of immortality on the continent.

“Ayul.”

I prepared by practicing for a few days.

Ayul was hesitant at first, but after trying it, there were no particular problems or side effects, so she decided to research it.

Meanwhile, Rem also taught the tribesmen how to use the Heart of Super Strength.

Should I call it an improved version?

I mixed my own insights while watching Encred write.

Now, most Westerners will have access to this technology.

Anyway, now was the moment to receive Ayul’s spell with my body.

“The power of the bear.”

Ayul said. With those words, something intangible took hold of Rem.

Encred saw something moving over Rem’s shoulder as he faced her.

What is that?

It was similar to what had appeared over her body when Ayul had fought the other day.

A glimmer of light appeared in Rem’s gray eyes.

Encrid fixed Aker.

Soon an axe came flying.

It was a devastating blow, similar to a knight’s blow.

Encred instantly lifted Aker so that he was level with the ground. The axe blade fell on him, and the two weapons met.

Zzz!

There was a loud noise.

A rebound occurred, pushing Encred’s body backwards.

Encred gave in to the force and stepped back. His feet made long marks on the ground.

Rem said with a smile, his lips twisted upwards from his axe-wielding stance.

“How is it?”

What’s the point of talking?

Encred also laughed.