Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 510

510
Same day, a little different day.

A day where I realized that the trick I learned on my right foot applied differently on my left foot, and another day where it happened again.

Occasionally the captain would come out, but Encred still respected his opinion and kept quiet.

The boatman was no longer angry about such things.

This kid is just like that. The boatman just said what he wanted to say.

“It’s already over.”

As a minstrel who sings of despair and as a farmer who plants the seeds of frustration.

Encred simply let the captain’s words flow naturally and remembered how to gather will in his left foot as well as his right foot to endure.

No matter what was said before, I did it that way.

When I gathered it on my right foot, it felt like I was bringing the sword down straight, so I did the same with my left foot, but it didn’t work at all.

why?

In the end, it was a question of control. You just had to move your hands and feet.

It was invisible, but it came from my body and I couldn’t move it as I wanted. I just had to keep repeating it over and over again.

The expression on the boatman’s face as he looked ahead changed strangely.

His eyes were a little wider than before and his chin was pulled in a little. That alone made his impression look different.

The boatman opened his mouth with a different expression, but the tone and content were different than before.

“Cut it down.”

It was a pointless story. Encred blinked. He wondered what the boatman was talking about.

I’ve sometimes thought that the boatman’s personality wasn’t one, but this was the first time I’ve seen it change so dramatically right before my eyes.

The boatman immediately returned to his original state. Today’s boatman was the type who enjoyed constantly talking nonsense.

“Go. Go and enjoy yourself. Today is full of pain, no fun.”

After repeating this day over fifty times, Encred finally learned the trick of gathering Will on his left foot.

It was like learning how to move each finger anew.

I knew I could feel it and that it was attached to my body, but I had to forget about it and worry about moving it one by one.

That way, you can write naturally.

How should one move one’s fingers to grasp the sword at one’s waist?

From the simple action of placing the grip between your thumb and index finger and holding it, to how to apply strength to your third, fourth and fifth fingers, to how to hold the grip with your claws.

It was like learning everything anew. Beyond learning new things, it felt like learning how to breathe again.

It’s about consciously repeating something you were doing unconsciously and putting it back into the realm of the unconscious.

The whole process was very unfamiliar, but I thought it would be easy if it was something I could do over and over again.

Can you throw a big rock like a slingshot? That would be easy.

I had that thought too.

Encred has seen a lot in the time it takes to repeat today.

Was it the light-emitting Audin that started it all?

“Please eat.”

It was when I was out of breath because I had activated Will incorrectly. Saxon tried to feed me some strange medicine, and although I didn’t know what it was, I knew it was a very precious medicine.

It was a round pill twice the size of a thumbnail. It was pink and had a hard appearance.

The medicine had a different scent. The moment I smelled it, my mind cleared and my vision became clear.

My intuition told me that I wouldn’t die if I ate it.

“This is a medicine that will revive anyone but the dead. Give up on Will.”

When Saxon heard about it, he found out that it was a medicine that would make one a cripple if taken, but would still allow one to survive.

There was a heat in Saxon’s eyes that had never been seen before. It was a heat that seemed as if he would beat him to death if he didn’t eat.

It was Saxon’s last resort, as he could not stand to watch her die. Encrid refused. If he kept his mouth shut and endured, it would be the end.

In the eyes of the dying Encred, Saxon’s face was distorted. The expression on his face was so crumpled that I wondered if it was me who saw it. Did I know Saxon could make such an expression?

There was such a day today.

And there was another day today.

It was a time when I was moving towards death again, but the pain gave me a brief respite.

“Come out!”

Rem took a rough approach. His insides were burning through Will, and he was only able to breathe out his last few breaths. Standing in front of Encred, Rem’s hair began to flutter.

I couldn’t tell exactly what Rem was doing, but I had a gut feeling about it.

Rem does something similar to the light that Audin emitted and the medicine that Saxon took out.

That’s right.

The return of life was a spell.

It was a sorcery that was eating away at my lifespan, and it could be said to be a sorcery similar to the teleportation that Encred was subjected to.

In what way? In the sense that it requires luck.

Rem failed. Despite his extraordinary talent and longevity, he could not capture the soul of the dying man.

Encred’s body hardened again.

“Chew!”

It was today that I heard Rem’s angry voice. In an instant, wrinkles appeared on Rem’s face.

These three were not the end.

I died several times while learning how to send Will to each part of my body, right arm, left arm, and make it stay there.

If they had even a little bit of time left, even just a breath, they all tried something similar.

“Take it, let it stay in your body. You can live.”

Sinar tried to give the energy he had in his body. The energy reached Encred’s back as a green fist-sized light, but it was useless.

“Coolook.”

The moment the fairy’s spirit dispersed without meaning, part of Shinar’s body also scattered like dust. One of his arms disappeared like that.

Still, her expression was indifferent. No, she showed a faint smile.

“You go first.”

Today, I saw a sad smile that I would never normally see on Shinar.

“Father, Lord-!”

Teresa also sang hymns loudly.

“I will hold you in my world.”

Esther spoke with a twinkling star in her eye. The star shone as she tried to drag Encred’s body, which was still breathing, somewhere.

Esther had planned to trap Encred in her world of spells and hide him from the eyes of the god of death. It was a trick using a curse, but of course it didn’t work.

“Where.”

Curses were the domain of the sailor.

Above all, Esther was not even ready to cast the spell properly.

The order failed, the mana flowed backwards, and Esther’s eyes burst open in exchange for forcing herself to create the world.

There was one day like today when Esther seemed to be shedding tears of blood.

For some reason, Pell also held the Idol Slayer and stabbed me in the stomach diagonally.

It was useless. Feldo just vomited blood.

Today, today passed before Encred’s eyes. It flowed away. Just as a piece of cloth dropped into a river becomes wet and submerged, disappearing from sight, today sank, flowed away, and disappeared.

Everyone did something in that disappeared today. Encrid died looking at them. Died and died again.

“Was it fun to watch?”

The boatman asks. Encrid does not answer.

“Give up. Move on. I have prepared a wall for you to overcome as you move forward. Isn’t this the path you want?”

The boatman said, “How many times has it been today?” He didn’t count the numbers. It didn’t mean anything.

Today was a day I could escape from whenever I wanted.

But why are you being so stubborn? The boatman said that the path was wrong, that Encred was being stubborn in vain, and that he was asking why she was going without being sure that it was the right path.

The boatman’s words were probably right.

I didn’t know that my choice might be wrong. So what?

If you had to go to find out, you had to go. Encrid did.

“Don’t you resent the heavens?”

The boatman asks.

“Don’t you hate the world?”

The boatman asks again.

“In this world, what kind of god made people born with such talents? Don’t you hate them?”

It’s easy to find something to blame, the captain constantly urged.

Then, in the middle of the conversation, a different personality suddenly appeared and said this.

“Cut it down.”

What do you want me to give you?

The personalities that appeared for a moment quickly disappeared. At some point, the boatman stopped talking. He searched through Encred’s memories.

Those who could not protect in the end appeared in my dream. The nightmare began. Darkness came.

“I will be left alone and wander in the land where the sun does not rise.”

The boatman said, but it was a journey already taken. It was an experience in the desert.

What the boatman wanted to take away were people, values, and meaning, and what Encred was robbed of was only comfort.

Because it is not visible to the eye, its value, its people, and its meaning do not disappear.

“I would rather wish for death.”

I had a nightmare where an arrow flew and pierced my heart.

“Face the darkness within you.”

Even if he becomes a knight, what can a single swordsman change?

Can you cross the desert?

What’s so great about saving a few people with a knife?

The boatman muttered incessantly. He shook the Encrid incessantly.

Even if there is no widow, wouldn’t there be at least a little soot?

There were wounds, scars, and pain. But I knew how to move forward. So I just kept moving forward.

Encred took a step. Towards the sun, towards the goal of his dream.

To live or to die?

Would you risk your life on something so uncertain?

For what?

Encred saw it in his nightmares, in his repeating present, in his past when he had failed to protect anyone, and in the boy who dreamed of becoming the herbalist he had protected.

If it was light, it was light, if it was a flower, it was a flower, if it was a star, it was a star, and if it was a dream, it was a dream.

It is a moment of reciting and repeating light, stars, and dreams.

Only then did my field of vision expand and I was able to look at my body objectively.

Should I say that this was the moment when I caught a certain flow?

I found a kind of feeling that is difficult to express accurately in words.

‘Wrong.’

Will wasn’t moving by force. No, since he had already made his way through this, it would be more correct to say that he knew which way to go.

As I made my way through the desert, the pieces of enlightenment I gained connected and stuck with my past enlightenments.

From the first stab at realizing today, to getting out of the desert and realizing something.

Complexity and simplicity.

Discard and mix.

Encred was never able to let go of anything he had learned, mastered, or enlightened.

Oara told me to throw it away, but instead I mixed it up.

“Cut it down.”

The boatman speaks. What? It doesn’t matter what it is. Whether it’s will, dream, purpose, ambition, or greed that the boatman speaks of.

The captain tells him to throw it away.

But Encrid had no intention of doing so.

Nothing will be reduced or discarded.

What I dreamed of as a knight and vowed to protect was everything behind me.

I won’t miss a single one of them.

I looked at the stars, the sky, the sun, and the two moons and promised myself that I would keep the promise I made as a child.

A song sung by a minstrel gave a boy a dream. A single line of lyrics flew in like a meteor, piercing his heart and leaving a mark.

Encred told himself countless times that those who dream are qualified to achieve them. He believed that. Even blind faith would not break his will.

I will not stand by and watch a child die behind me any longer.

“no.”

Encred replied, “I won’t give it up, it’s a declaration of intent.”

At that moment, a storm raged inside my body.

It wasn’t something I had to force. I had to let it go. All I had to do was hold on.

Encred felt the wind. The wind passing through his body.

Encred felt the sunlight. The sunlight entering his body and warming him. The sunlight and the wind mixed together, filling his eyes with an orange glow.

Today, Encred has repeated this more than five hundred times.

He was blind and the place he was imprisoned in was a maze, but he was able to get out by remembering each step with his hands.

“He is truly crazy.”

The boatman’s exclamation faded from my ears and his presence disappeared.

Encred blinked, and it was his favorite time of day. The time of sunset, and the sky was very close. The orange light that filled his eyes was the sunset.

If I stretched out my hand, I could catch clouds, and if I swung my sword like this, I could cut down anyone. My whole body was filled with strength.

A sense of omnipotence filled his whole body. He could clearly see each and every gaze looking at him right in front of his eyes.

Between the feeling that he could do anything, Encred had a very clear and precise distinction between what he would and would not do.

He also knew how to maintain the omnipotence that was constantly welling up within him and the will that was its source.

“I need to get some sleep.”

Encred said and closed his eyes.

These are the people who look at me without even a hint of laughter. One of them came up to me and grabbed my back.

* * *

“Is that right?”

It was Lawford who supported Encred’s back and received it. He happened to be nearby.

The others didn’t move. That was okay. I’m not the type of person who’d break the back of their head if they fell backwards.

Above all, everyone was so surprised that they were speechless.

In the meantime, Shinar’s voice rang out.

Is that right? To be precise, I asked the question. To the empty space, to everyone.

“I think that’s right.”

Rem answers.

“right.”

Saxony confirmed.

“Did your father help you?”

Audin muttered in surprise.

Ragnar repeatedly tightened and loosened his grip on his sword.

Luagarne puffed out her cheeks but couldn’t make a sound. She was too surprised.

There were two people who didn’t understand what happened here.

Lawford and Pell.

What is this? Lawford had no sense, so his body simply moved in response to the words, “Get some sleep.”

Pell tilted his head, still holding the idol-slayer’s grip as was his custom.

Clearly something happened and something changed, but I don’t know what it is.

However, out of nowhere, I suddenly felt motivated. After eating, sleeping, and resting like crazy, I stared blankly at the sunset, then slowly blinked my eyes a few times, and when I saw Encred lying down, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I wanted to get up and swing my sword right away. I had to do something.

Pel got up and left the room, heading towards the training ground. He couldn’t stand the feeling of being so excited.

It was as if someone had forced motivation into me.

Lawford was similar.

He too felt a thrill and seemed to have attained something akin to enlightenment.

Both were influenced by Encred’s will that came out naturally.

Esther sat with one eye open.

A large star appeared in the eyes of those who had called up a part of the world of order.

‘What did you do?’

I don’t know. But one thing was clear. That man had achieved his dream.

“You see everything.”

Rem said.

Everyone felt similarly.

Saxony, Audin, Ragnar, and Luagarne.

Frock, who had a keen sense of talent, felt as if he were dreaming.

Something that ridiculous happened.

Encred lost consciousness and woke up a week later.

A few things happened in the meantime, but none of that mattered to anyone.

And Encrid, who had woken up, had such thoughts.

Nothing has changed.

I just took a big step forward.

Will, who naturally resides inside the body, made me think like that.