Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 508

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“Meat.”

“How much would you like?”

“many.”

Encred ate twenty meals on his own. He was a big eater by nature, but this was more than enough to be considered excessive.

It was also mostly high-calorie foods: beans, meat, and rich sauces.

Several soldiers who saw Encred eating opened their eyes wide.

Is eating like that also training?

Does that seem right?

Should we do it too?

“Don’t do useless things.”

Bell, who had become a commander, hit the head of one of his subordinate soldiers and said, If you follow what Encred did, you will be expelled and cannot die. Bell knew that.

When did you find out? Was it when you saved Captain Vengeance? I knew he was an extraordinary person even before then, but it was from then that I really thought he was amazing.

Saving yourself on the battlefield, you could have done it by accident, but saving your comrades while they might die in a burning barracks? And those who hate you?

Bell was utterly unsure of himself.

Whether or not there was a demand, Encrid ate dinner like that, and the next day, too. It was an enormous meal.

Rem, sitting next to me, asked with a look of wonder as to why this kid was acting like this.

“Did you decide to wear a mask or something like a giant?”

Ogres are known as cannibals and gluttons, while giants are known for simply being good eaters.

Since they both have large bodies, it would be natural for them to eat a lot to maintain their size, but Encrid was not one of them.

So it was understandable that Rem would say something like that.

“Because I want to eat well.”

“Where are you going?”

“no.”

Why is this happening again? Rem looked at it with a puzzled look, but left it alone. What could he say if he wanted to eat it?

Encred continued to eat like that for four more days. He ate well, pooped well, and slept well.

Then, I washed every nook and cranny of my body thoroughly every morning and evening.

“I don’t have a fever.”

In the middle of the conversation, there was an incident where Shinar put his hand on his forehead and spoke.

He said that because he didn’t even practice sparring, he just ate, drank, slept, and did simple training.

Of course, that simple training seemed like an incredibly intense amount of training that ordinary soldiers could barely keep up with.

It seemed relatively comfortable because I moved my body in a way that I would never normally dare to do.

Encrid ate, drank, rested, and washed as if preparing for some kind of ritual.

He looked like a man preparing for a great fight all by himself.

As I spent a week like that, a wind blew that took away the heat. It was an autumn wind.

Encred sat on a stump waiting for dinner, the wind blowing through his face and his thoughts wandering around the West. To be exact, one of the Western cultures was witchcraft.

‘Magic is made up of origins.’

That doesn’t mean I’m going to pray or perform rituals for witchcraft right now.

When doing something, it’s helpful to cleanse your body and mind, it’s not a hindrance, it’s just part of getting your mind in order.

There were many eyes observing Encred.

Rem thought the author had finally gone completely mad, but was also curious about what he was up to.

I had a feeling they were going to do something. That was the mood.

Of course, on the outside, all I could see was him humming and sharpening his axe on a top-quality whetstone he had acquired from somewhere.

Although the whetstone he used was more expensive than some Valery steel, Rem used it without any worries.

Ragnar felt something akin to tragedy as he looked at Encred. At first glance, he seemed like an ordinary person enjoying his daily life, but he also looked like he was preparing to dance a sword dance alone with his sword in hand.

I thought it would be okay to suddenly pick up a sword and attack him.

Audin was in silent prayer.

‘My Lord and Father, please bless the work of my little brother.’

He didn’t know what it was, but it was clear that he was trying to do something. Audin was full of support. But he also felt a hint of anxiety.

Why? I don’t know why. But it seemed like Father Lord was telling me that my little brother was going to do something reckless.

Audin continued his silent prayer.

‘Father, that brother has always done that.’

There was never a moment that was not reckless along the path he walked.

If the god of strife and battle were to descend, it would be ridiculous to grant revelations in response to prayer.

Of course, since the god did not come down and speak to him, Audin simply continued to pray with a heart of encouragement.

‘Help him.’

The anxiety is gone. Father will help you. Audyn prayed a blessing.

Saxon was holding a dagger in his right hand and a book in his left, his arms crossed. It was a natural posture that no one would guess he was holding a weapon. The dagger he was holding was the weapon he had held when he went on his first mission. It wasn’t a particularly magical weapon, but it was something that made him feel at ease when he held it.

Although the job was done with one uppercut without using a dagger, it was still a meaningful item.

‘death.’

Saxon’s intuition and instincts, having seen and been involved in countless deaths, warned him that what Encred was doing was dangerous. It was something that could lead to his death.

‘why?’

I could have asked myself the question. On the surface, it seemed like nothing special, just an ordinary day by Encred’s standards.

But what made me feel this ominous was that Encred was doing something.

So I watched. I did it even though there was work to be done outside.

Eat, drink, sleep, poop, wash, and rest.

What’s the strangest thing here?

Everything was weird. I ate more than usual, drank more, slept more, pooped more, and washed more.

‘No, I didn’t check the fight.’

It’s only natural that you poop as much as you eat, so that’s what happened.

He ate more, slept more, and rested more than usual. And he did it all as if he was fighting for his life. That was how it looked to Saxon.

Sinar was currently the closest to Encred among those watching, sitting on a chair three or four steps away from him.

It also seemed as if he was observing and appreciating the face.

She looked at him with her usual chiseled expression.

“Fiancee, come back soon.”

During the regular augmentation, or rather, when he was with the spirit of the forest, Shinar went on a journey. It was a journey within himself. A journey with a low survival rate, but one that he believed would succeed.

It was a casual remark, as it seemed as though Encred was preparing for such a trip.

If you ask what that means, you can just dismiss it as a joke like usual and move on.

Encred smiled at Shinar, his eyes furrowed and his lips curled upward.

Did Encred find Sinar’s smile rare?

It was the same with Sinardo.

It seemed like the first time I saw her smile so gently, as if to reassure me.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Encred answered.

It was the time when the sun was slowly setting.

Before the sunset, Black Flower Esther approached. It was a strange nickname, since she would have been more appropriately called a witch. But Esther didn’t care.

When you live in this world, all sorts of things are bound to happen.

It was a waste of time to react to each of those things. She knew what needed to be done and where to focus her efforts to do it.

Among them was the task of watching Encrid.

Was it something I had to do? It wasn’t. It was more like something I wanted to do.

What I wanted to do took priority over what I had to do.

Esther did so.

I looked at Encred, who had a blank, smiling expression. He had black hair and blue eyes, similar to my own.

“What are you waiting for?”

Regardless of what he was prepared for or what he did, Esther looked at the current Encrid and asked.

Because it seemed like he was waiting for something.

“Sunset.”

Encred’s answer came back.

“why?”

“Because I miss you.”

I see.

Esther nodded.

Purur.

Behind Esther, a stray dog ​​approached. Encred reached out while sitting and stroked the stray dog’s mane.

The one-eyed man lowered his head to touch the hand, circled around Encred, stepped aside, and stood still.

Teresa, who was on one side, became excited and began to sing.

It was a hymn she had recently started learning. Her voice was clear yet muddy.

The song, delivered through a voice with two opposing personalities, went beyond being pleasant to listen to and presented something that made the heart tingle.

Teresa, who used her voice to perform the magic that instruments are supposed to do without any hesitation.

Luagarne didn’t even blink an eye, suppressing the urge to puff out her cheeks.

Lawford swallows hard and feels the atmosphere.

At this moment, Pel feels defeated by everything in this situation, but also wonders why he is here.

Everyone was looking at Encred.

As the sun set in the west, the world slowly began to turn orange.

From the cloudless sky to the ground.

The sunset touched Encred’s face, and he took a long, even breath and began to exhale.

What will happen?

Everyone judged it that way.

After a moment, Rem’s hand, which was sharpening the axe blade, stopped.

A precious whetstone brought from the southern region fell to the floor with a thud.

“what?”

Rem opened her mouth and Ragna stood up.

Audin’s pupils dilated as he looked at Encred, and Saxon soon stood next to Encred.

Encrid was breathing very slowly and deeply.

Saxon’s hand reached under his nose.

I could sense right away that something had happened inside his body.

I just couldn’t have predicted that it would end like this.

“Dead.”

Saxon said. It’s a ridiculous death. Why all of a sudden? For no reason?

And today is over.

* * *

Just before starting everything, after finishing his preparations, Encred waited for the sunset.

It was his favorite time of day.

The sun was setting in the west, turning the world orange. Encred, entrusted to the wind, sat down on a stump chair next to the barracks.

On one side, Rem was sharpening his axe, Saxon was reading a book, and Ragnar was sitting half-lying with a blank stare.

Sinar looked at himself from a little distance, and the one-eyed man looked at the sunset with him from one side, and Esther cast an indifferent glance and sat down, putting her butt on the floor and sitting down carelessly.

It was a posture like that of a country woman taking a rest on the road.

Although she looked like a duke’s lady, her actions were straightforward.

Audín prayed, Teresa sang.

Her voice could almost be considered an instrument.

“Lord, Lord, my father does not back down from a fight, but helps in judgment. Lord, Lord, my father does not tolerate injustice, but helps in judgment.”

Hearing Teresa’s voice, Encred pulled Will out and sent him on tiptoe.

Rem, Ragnar, Sinnar, and Saxon all advanced to the level of knights.

Naturally, questions would follow.

Everything, starting with the question of whether it is that easy to improve one’s skills.

If you look closely, Encred is a mixture of the stimulant, the environment, talent, and the effort he received from seeing him, but Encred could not know that.

And I didn’t even think it was important.

I was just asking about the method.

how?

Encrid asked how.

Rem said that he had known his constitution was different since he was young, as he had broken the spell.

The explanation that his ability to handle sorcery was expanded due to his constitution was a story that was difficult to hear and understand.

“I just thought of it and did it, and it worked.”

Ragnar said this.

Sinar said that he needed to take a short journey, and that through that journey he would understand the spirits and the elements.

He said that it is not a journey where the body actually moves, but an experience where the mind becomes detached from the world, and the job is to maintain the self while doing so.

What about Audin?

He said he hadn’t reached the level of a knight, but now he seemed to know.

‘The bowls are different.’

In other words, the vessel is already complete. He also had something to hide. If that is revealed, he will fight like a knight.

So I asked and this is the answer I got.

“I just followed the revelations my father gave me.”

To be honest, it was full of words I couldn’t understand.

This is a follow-up question and answer to a question I asked before. It was something I had already heard and established, but it was a process of reviewing.

Then what would Oara have done?

I don’t know. Even if I wanted to ask, she is not in this world.

What about the Mercenary King? What about the Knight of Azpen?

Everyone will have their own way, and for most, talent will help them do it.

It just happens. Everyone does it.

It’s something you have to be born with.

It is a path that can only be walked if you are born with it.

You have to be born with it to advance.

You have to be born with it. That’s talent.

Encred had no talent. He was not made to be a knight, at least. He knew it.

So are you going to give up? Are you going to stop here, caught up in frustration and despair?

Are you satisfied with patching up your torn and faded dreams?

‘I know, too.’

You don’t have talent? I know that. You know yourself better than anyone else.

Are you saying that what your childhood lame mercenary and first sword master told you wasn’t true?

In fact, you may have already half-noted it when you heard it, but you may have turned away because the truth was harsh.

At that time, I couldn’t clearly remember all my thoughts and feelings.

However, I never believed that the path to becoming a knight would be easy.

It’s always been like that from the beginning until now.

The dead end was always in front of Encred. If he had been blocked and couldn’t go, he would have already stopped.

But Encrid didn’t stop.

Because all the time and years that have passed have given Encred his will.

‘If you don’t have talent, is there no other way?’

I saw a shortcut.

The Chimera Knight was that. With the help of sorcery? That could be possible. But Encrid didn’t want to take the shortcut, so he tried another method.

The way he thought about it was simple.

How do I keep the door open? How do I make the Will always be present in my body?

If it doesn’t come naturally, what if you force it?

He did just that. He pulled Will out, one by one, starting from the tips of his toes, and made him stay.

What I learned from learning the knight’s blow.

Everything I’ve gained so far has helped me in what I’m doing now.

So, everything from today, when I started repeating the stabbing, to the present.

They crossed my mind one by one.

Based on all those experiences, I pulled out Will and spread it from the tips of my toes to my entire body.

Will shook his whole body as he reached the top, and some invisible but palpable energy grabbed his heart and stopped him in his tracks.

It was a quiet death.

A death that is not very painful.

But talent was also a death blocked by a wall.

The death spoke to Encred.

“It’s a wall you created, but it’s an insurmountable wall.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw the boatman, repeating what Death had said.

“Is that so?”

And Encred answered as he always did. There was no wavering in his voice.