Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 507

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“Please adopt my disciple as your son.”

Baron Philip was the lord who ruled this area, but he was not particularly outstanding, and on the other hand, he was not without ambition.

‘Someday.’

He would become a lord with a great estate. However, his ambition was closer to a dream. However, it was different after Lorenzo, the swordsmanship master, appeared.

He told Philip to adopt his disciple as his son, and Philip agreed to do so.

There were rumors outside that the adopted son had a swordsmanship master, but this was the truth.

The disciple was a genius spearman. He fought with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, and was skilled enough to kill a dozen ghouls in an instant.

“That’s amazing.”

These words came out of the lord’s mouth naturally.

It was my first time seeing someone with such skill right in front of me.

The soldiers who were said to be using their bodies in my territory were all no match for me.

His master, Lorenzo, fought better than his disciple and adopted son, Cavan.

These two said they would give him strength.

“I have always admired the Baron’s virtuous and honest character. I have recently come here to see if it would be a suitable place to shelter a wanderer who has lost his place. If you are going to kick me out, I will humbly step down.”

That’s what Lorenzo said when he first came to see me.

With the civil war starting and the whole of Naurilia being in turmoil, there have been rumors recently that talented people have come out to find their masters.

That opportunity had come to him as well.

‘Do you think I can’t do it?’

Philip thought he was no worse than Encred, the subject of the rumor. He was not even a true noble. He was just a mercenary who had gotten his place by luck.

‘Where’s the new knife-wielding guy?’

He is the one who took advantage of the civil war to spread his fame.

So were you jealous? Yeah, I was jealous.

Then all you have to do is steal that reputation. Secretly gather the surrounding nobles and threaten them, and drool over the meaty prey called Border Guard.

Philip did so, and this was the result.

“It smells, that’s noble.”

“Rem, once renowned as a noble hunter, said. His sniffling seemed to be following Dunbakel’s lead.

You wouldn’t know it by smell, but anyone who saw him would know that he was a nobleman.

It was obvious from the feathered hats, the thick shirts that puffed out the shoulders, and the leather boots that covered the calves.

So, what he meant was that he knew everything and was teasing the other person.

“Who are you? This is Viscount Philip’s estate.”

Three of those who were looking at the two swordsmen were on horseback. Since their eye levels were different, Encred looked up and spoke.

“Encred of the Border Guard.”

If it’s an introduction, there’s nothing more to say here.

Baron Philip blinked several times.

Who? Whether they liked it or not, there was no one in the world who didn’t know the name Encred.

Even those who belittle the achievements that preceded and followed the name cannot help but know the name.

“Is this impersonation?”

The Baron asked with suspicion, but Encred ignored him and said what he wanted to say.

“Did you pick a fight?”

“……what?”

What is that kid talking about now?

“Did you start a fight?”

There is a limit to the respect one receives for being noble. Encrid was also well aware of the intangible power he possessed.

A nobleman? A baron? You’re funny.

He was already a civil war breaker and a general who had been given the surrounding territory. If the noble’s name was in question, all it took was a letter.

Even if a problem arises, it will end at Marcus’s line.

And I’ve already heard from Krang’s letter that it’s okay to touch a few of them, that they want it.

“This guy!”

The Baron was furious. He shouted from his horse and pointed his finger at Encred, which shook violently.

How dare a man who is not even a noble, let alone a general, dare to speak to me!

“Cavan!”

Lorenzo shouted. His adopted son Cavan dismounted. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed his spear and shield. These were his weapons that he carried wherever he went.

Cavern’s gaze swept over the two. They didn’t seem like easy opponents, but he didn’t think he would lose easily, and at the same time, he harbored murderous intent.

It was also planned from the beginning that they settled here. The chaos within Naurilia, that was their goal.

But even though the opponent was bad, it was too bad.

Rem reacted with a frightening murderous intent.

“Oh my, what the hell.”

Rem let out a whimper and lifted his foot at the same time. The sole of his foot bent, the front half touching the ground, and the other half lifted off the ground. Then Rem disappeared. That was how it seemed to Cavern.

It was a fight that didn’t even feel like a fight.

Without saying a word, Rem, who had immediately closed the distance between them and Cavern, swung his axe.

It was a speed beyond Cavern’s cognitive range.

Rem’s axe passed through Cavern’s forehead as he clumsily tried to raise his shield.

puck!

My head is splitting.

“Cavan!”

His master Lorenzo shouted belatedly. He jumped down from his horse, and Rem had already reached Lorenzo, grabbed the neck of his opponent who had dismounted from his horse with one hand, and slammed him to the ground.

It was a monstrous force that made the human body look like a kite blowing in the wind.

There was a boulder shyly poking its head out from between the mounds of dirt on the ground, and I hit that boulder exactly as Lorenzo’s head.

Bam!

It is difficult for a human skull to be harder than stone. The scalp was torn, the skull protecting the brain was broken, and blood and brain fluid flowed out.

Rem threw Lorenzo aside and shook his hands.

They were not even good enough to wield an axe. Even though Encred had given them the nickname of Demon Slayer, they were still plagued by all sorts of bugs.

‘It was a good thing I brought an axe.’

On the way here, I picked up an axe that I use to split firewood at the blacksmith’s shop.

If I were to use a weapon like this, my axe would break.

Killing two people wasn’t a big deal. Pulling out a weapon without saying anything was an expression of intent to kill the opponent, and conversely, it was also a statement that he was willing to risk his own death.

Aren’t those who wield a knife originally those with such habits?

It was a common occurrence. Murders occurred between people who faced each other with weapons, whether spears, swords, hammers, or axes.

The Baron’s mouth fell open.

In Baron Philip’s eyes, Cavan and Lorenzo were men of great skill. Who but a knight could possibly stand against them?

He didn’t know.

That there is a sky above the sky and a world that you don’t know about.

The curtain has come down on the stage of vain ambitions that cannot even be called dreams and shallow delusions.

“Did you pick a fight? And you even sent an assassin?”

Encred asked again. None of the soldiers watching dared to attack. They were all frozen. It was still long before winter came.

“……yes?”

The ambitions and delusions that had been buried deep in Baron Philip’s mind disappeared, and in their place, the survival instinct awoke. The thought of daring to appear before a nobleman disappeared.

The opponent was a demon slayer.

“Let’s just cut off the neck. That’s faster.”

The savage monster next to him said.

“Don’t cut my neck. I’m not a murderer. If you kill all the troublemakers, you’ll be given the nickname of Demon General.”

Encred answered.

“Please save me.”

The Baron, who had been listening to their conversation, spoke immediately. It was a single word that drained all his remaining courage.

He didn’t trust the soldier behind him. It was an excellent choice. The remaining soldiers were already on their knees, armed and all.

What crime did the soldiers commit?

“From today, you will farm using your own hands and feet.”

When Encred looked at the soldiers, he saw that they were not doing this while eating well.

Although Philip’s estate was not poor, it was not a comfortable fiefdom either.

It started out by trusting two guys named Lorenzo and Cavan.

The Baron nodded.

My estate began when I was given land to farm.

Just looking at Encred made my legs tremble.

This was also natural. It was natural for fear to creep in when there was hostility.

Even though Encred controlled it, the momentum of the Will secretly influenced the surroundings.

When facing a hostile person, it can feel like standing on the edge of a cliff.

“thank you.”

Baron Philip bowed his head. It was not much of a joke to become a vassal of a high lord.

“Were there a few more?”

Encred asked Philip casually.

“Are you all coming?”

“While I’m at it.”

This was the conversation between Encred and Rem before Philip. Philip wasn’t the only noble who had troubled Christ.

Encred decided to meet them all while he was on tour.

Some nobles had assistants like Lorenzo, while others were simply swayed by the times and gave a fork to a close nobleman.

No one could have predicted that Encred would come forward and do something like this, but anyone who knew him could have predicted it.

I guess Christ had kind of expected it.

As for those useless bastards who plundered the nobles and stole the wives and daughters of the people of Yeongji, Rem made up some excuse and beheaded them, and the rest were subjugated.

Even if the opponent wanted to fight, and even if Krang had allowed it, if he kept beating the nobles’ necks, there would be chaos, but he had plenty of excuses.

“Are you insulting my honor now!”

When you first see the local nobles, they all speak fiercely, and they all do something similar to a tantrum.

After hearing what the other person had to say, Rem threw the old gloves he had found at the nobleman’s face.

Throwing a glove at a whale symbolizes an intention to duel.

“Yeah, it was insulting.”

puck.

Some got nosebleeds from being hit with wet leather gloves, while others were so angry that they swore at each other.

“Your mother is a ghoul!”

What kind of curse is this? Rem shrugged it off. What good would it do to talk to a corpse?

“Fight instead!”

Then the nobles will send out a great warrior.

“You risk your life for the life of the great warrior. Then I will also risk my captain’s head.”

The leader’s head was, of course, Encrid.

Whether or not Encred revealed his identity, most of the situation would have played out similarly.

I couldn’t just go around cutting off the heads of nobles without such petty excuses.

There is something called order even within the kingdom.

What Encred and Rem are doing now could be said to be something like a simple duel trial within the so-called order and law.

Well, all of this was literally just drinking.

This incident did raise the reputation of the noble killer Rem, who was on the decline, but it was nothing special.

Rem didn’t care either.

Encrid, who returned to the Border Guard, went back to his normal daily life.

One day, I played with Ock-Nun, and for a few days, I went around looking for my unit members and asked them questions.

I also wandered around the city, and as I defeated some nobles and the Border Guard’s reputation grew, some people started targeting Encred in other ways.

So the Lady’s group tried to attack the Border Guard continuously.

A group of ladies, known for their beauty in the area, wearing heavy makeup and elaborate dresses, brought out their fishing rods to catch the large fish called Encrid.

They didn’t know that fishing rods had to go into the ocean, lake, or river, and that this was completely dry land.

“You’ll fall in love with me if you just meet me once?”

“Do you think there’s a man who wouldn’t fall for my face?”

“Rowen, you can do it. If your heart doesn’t move when you see it, you’re not a man, you’re a eunuch.”

Unfortunately, the group of ladies who set out with the support of their parents and relatives faced two walls.

The first wall is a black-haired beauty who has been observing people and their lives recently while building a new world of order, and is gaining a new understanding of people.

Esther, a witch with black hair and blue eyes, was the one who made some of the ladies’ cheeks turn red.

Should we say that it is a beauty that even women would fall for?

“Black Flower Esther.”

It was the beginning of a nickname that someone had given to spread.

“I guess I should give up… … .”

“I want to go back.”

Some returned, some held on. They must have at least one advantage over Black Flower Esther.

What the remaining people encountered was the fairy Shinar.

“The Golden Witch.”

It’s an extraordinary beauty. What is this, they couldn’t even show their faces.

Why is there a fairy here?

These were things that Encred had not even paid attention to. The rumor spread that the owner of the Border Guard had a witch on one side and a flower on the other.

This was also the reason why the number of love letters had decreased significantly.

“That’s what happened. That’s why Captain Sinar is called a witch and Esther is called a flower.”

It was the story that Christ had told her. Encrid simply nodded as if to say, “Yes.”

I wondered what the big deal was about that.

I needed time to reflect, ponder, and agonize over more important things.

I warned those who were causing trouble, or more precisely, those who touched my person.

That was one of the things I did. I just did it because I felt like it. I felt good after doing it.

Then that was it.

“I’m going.”

Christ was a busy man. He said what he had to say and left.

“okay.”

Encred answered as he sat, then went back to meditation. He was thinking back on what he had heard from his unit.

“Huh? How are you using the spell?”

The first was Rem.

“What do you use, just use it. If there’s anything different, it’s like this. Kangrim basically means that the spirit’s energy stays in my body, for example, the spirit of a bear stays, the legs of a wolf stays, and so on. They say that you only pull it out when you need it, but the spirit is always inside me.”

I remembered Rem laughing as he spoke. He had returned from the West and announced that he had entered another world while fighting Ragnar.

Saxony secretly avoided confronting him.

Audín admitted defeat.

“We’ll lose even if we fight now, brother. It’s pointless.”

To be exact, he said it with emphasis on the word “now,” so even though he said he lost, it didn’t sound like that.

It sounded like you were saying let’s try again later, not now.

Encred asked a similar question to Shinar after Rem and received an answer.

“There is a flow in the world, and I entrust a part of my body to that flow.”

This is the answer to the question of how one became a fairy knight.

“It just happens.”

I asked Ragnar too, but his explanation was a mess.

Still, those words were helpful to Encred.

The diverse experiences that the Eastern Mercenary King spoke of could be said to be telling us to see the differences, but it could also be said to be telling us to find commonalities.

Just as the knight used coercion, Rem also used a similar technique, which was a spell called fear instillation.

Are the two different? They are different.

But it’s the same. The effect is the same. It’s the same in that it suppresses the opponent.

Thoughts spread and scattered, then closed and gathered again.

Oara said that you can just swing it without any special techniques. How is that possible?

If the will is imbued with will, it will become an unstoppable sword strike just by swinging it.

Training your muscles, training your skills, calming your mind and straightening your spirit.

Such things crossed my mind.

What is different about the knight’s will?

Encred sat on a tree stump, feeling the wind, listening to the birds chirping, and the shouts of the rolling soldiers, lost in thought.

‘Not something you can just pull out when needed, but something that’s always open.’

There is a door that is always open. Originally, it was only opened when necessary. It had to be opened because of the strong wind blowing outside.

No, I had no choice because I couldn’t keep the door open without holding it with my hand.

The wind is something you can endure.

How do I keep the door open at all times?

A method occurred to him and Encred opened his eyes. Luagarne was looking at him absentmindedly.

His eyes, which had closed and opened, were calmer than ever. As if he had finished preparing for something.

“I’m going to a restaurant. Do you want to come with me?”

As Encred stood up lightly and spoke, Luagarne shook her head.

“No thoughts.”

Encred headed to the restaurant. It was time to eat.