Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 513

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“This is a bit strange.”

Rem said, swinging his axe. The purpose of the duel was clear, so there was no need to continue. They just clashed weapons without stopping, without even deciding who would win or lose.

Everyone who was arguing over the order of the sparring, including Rem, had the same intention, so they all felt similar emotions to Rem.

‘Aren’t you exhausted?’

Saxon thought silently to himself.

“It must be hard.”

What Ragnar said had the same meaning.

When you realize Will and let it swirl around inside you, the first thing you feel is a sense of omnipotence.

The feeling that you can literally do anything.

I even got the feeling that I could grab the cloud and pull it, and shape it into the shape of a sword.

Of course, it’s nonsense and impossible, but you start to think that it might work.

It felt like literally anything was possible, and being intoxicated with a sense of omnipotence was several times more exciting than being intoxicated with drugs.

That excitement brings out action, and eventually makes you abuse your will without even realizing it. It’s like moving around without even realizing you’re tired because you’re so excited.

In doing so, he also distinguishes between what can and cannot be done, and Encred has made a ‘distinction’.

Huh? This works, but that doesn’t.

You have to walk to the point where your sword can reach to cut off the head.

You can’t cut down a tree by waving from afar.

Should we say that this is a process of learning how to handle omnipotence, like learning to walk as if you were born again?

Even if the distinction is like that, what happens if you abuse your will?

Exhaustion sets in. You feel drained and like you’re collapsing. If you try to keep moving in that state, your body will break down.

Of course, it would recover over time, but if you continued to exhaust yourself by giving it your all at once, you could reduce the recovery time and even control it so that it wouldn’t cause permanent damage to your body or mind.

‘I didn’t think that would happen, though.’

Rem scratched the ball.

But doesn’t this seem a bit strange?

Ragnar or Saxon were coveting this first duel to control their exhaustion.

That was the reason why he came forward to fight in Saxony, a rare event.

It is the moment when you control your omnipotence. Isn’t it something you want to be able to lead?

It wasn’t for nothing that the three of them threw dice and fought so hard.

But what is this?

“It’s still okay.”

Encred was drenched in sweat, but his momentum was not diminished at all. He was still the same. It was the same as before.

“This is really amazing.”

Rem spoke again, and Audin just laughed.

He had already experienced it yesterday and had predicted it. Those three had deliberately avoided watching Encred’s movements in advance because they thought it would make the sparring less fun.

That’s why I was surprised.

Encred stood there as if nothing had happened. He should have collapsed long ago from exhaustion.

“Well, well, let’s move on.”

Rem shook his hand. It wasn’t a problem that could be solved by thinking about it.

There are all sorts of things in the world, and anything can happen, Rem knew that all too well.

The same goes for Ragnar and Saxony.

While he was at it, Rem moved on to the next one.

Assuming there is no burnout induction, what’s next?

It’s skill.

As we got to the point where we could handle Will ‘comfortably’, something more detailed was bound to happen within it.

Sometimes I write Will a little more sharply, and sometimes I write it more heavily.

Rem also knew about witchcraft, as it was no different.

He simply took Will’s place with his sorcery and divine powers, so he used them in a slightly different way, but it was similar.

But this was also a bit ambiguous. It was hard to say.

For a knight, Encred was a bit foolish.

It can be said that his skill, sense, and boldness in handling a sword have definitely improved, but his use of Will was dull.

Rather, it felt more dull than before.

However, that does not mean that his skills have declined.

So, I couldn’t see any special features that would make it stand out. Has it gotten stronger and reacted faster? Is it a bit rough and messy? The biggest feature, I guess, is that it doesn’t get tired?

It was a bit crude and messy, in Rem’s eyes. If Lawford or Pell saw it, they would ask what I was talking about.

There was that much difference between Encred and the two.

So what should we do if it’s dull? If it’s a little rough? If it’s miscellaneous?

‘Does it matter?’

It didn’t matter.

In fact, no one knew what would happen in the future.

no one.

Yet no one thought this was a bad thing.

However, everyone, including Luagarne, had had similar doubts before.

What would happen if this kind of person became a knight?

If the size of the will increases as the vow is kept.

If the strength of that vow is a tower that reaches the sky, what will be the size of its counterpart, the willpower, the intangible power of Will?

The answer was here.

That no one can measure.

There was no set path ahead for Encred.

“Face the emptiness. What stands in your way is not a wall, but a bare plain.”

It seemed like someone was saying that.

Is that so? Encrid has stepped onto unknown land. He has just taken a step. Is it the right direction? He doesn’t know. Is it a sense of hopelessness where he doesn’t know where to go? No.

Encred laughed. What lay before me was not a wasteland without landmarks, but a wide road that needed no landmarks.

So all I had to do was walk.

So I laughed.

“Well, it’s nice to see you smiling.”

Rem also laughed.

Saxony smiled faintly, and Ragnar also smiled brightly.

‘I guess I need more tricks.’

Encrid seemed to know what to do right away after just one sparring session.

This was something unimaginable in the past.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just swung my sword, ran, and ran. I even climbed a steep mountain with my bare hands to build up my strength.

It’s not that all of that didn’t help, but I didn’t know what I was doing. That’s why I used to pack up Crona and go to the swordsmanship instructor.

Encred did not deny the path he had walked or the time that had passed.

I just realized that we don’t need instructors as much anymore.

‘The art of dealing with will.’

In other words, it would be a process of developing a new sense organ and dealing with it. However, something that would not normally be difficult became difficult for Encred.

This was because Will was so huge. The vessel was different. So it wouldn’t happen all at once. I already knew that. But it didn’t matter.

“after.”

As I felt the sweat flowing in the sunlight, the blowing wind picked up the heat.

“Can I ask you how you feel, fiancé?”

Sinar asked when he had arrived.

Encred’s gaze fell on the fairy.

I remembered her arms scattering like dust along with him.

She wasn’t the only one.

Encred remembered Rem with wrinkles growing on her face.

He remembered Saxon looking at him with a distorted face.

Ragnado was just staring at himself blankly.

Audindo, who was bleeding and emitting light from every orifice on his face, including his eyes, nose, mouth, and face.

That memory, that face, that expression, that action that only I know.

“It took a long time because of the stupid guys, but it’s good.”

He turns his gaze to Rem, Saxon, Ragnar, and Audin. Lawford and Fel are out of their seats.

Esther stood behind one side and also had a pair of eyes.

Encred’s gaze swept over the two of them as well.

All eyes were on him.

It was a ridiculous joke.

I am confident because of them. I said that because I know that.

Sinar rarely showed a faint smile.

I love seeing Encrid’s smile, which doesn’t hide how happy and joyful he is.

“This is fu*king sick.”

Rem answered with a smirk, Audin prayed, Saxon let out a hollow laugh, and Ragnar raised his sword. It was his turn to spar next.

Encred took up his position again.

There is no exhaustion. There is no fatigue. There is no intoxication with a sense of omnipotence.

The crudeness of the fighting style was something that would be resolved over time.

Ragnar just wanted to fight.

Because just seeing with your eyes is not enough.

Saxon took a step back and looked thoughtful.

‘He’s difficult to deal with.’

If you poke at the gap, you can inflict wounds. If you use poison, you can gain the upper hand.

However, both of them are awkward to use in sparring. If the opponent is a barbarian, you can just throw away these techniques.

Many of the techniques Saxon possessed were difficult to use in sparring.

That’s why he stepped down. Since he saw that there was no exhaustion, there was no need to weaken him by sparring.

I just intervened in an inappropriate way because I thought it was better to take action myself rather than leaving it to barbarians or idiots.

With that in mind, Saxon stood in line, holding two daggers.

Thoughts and actions were opposites.

“Next is me.”

And so did the words.

Just looking at the captain made even the cold assassin’s heart feel warm.

Encred still had a smiling face. To be exact, it was a smile full of anticipation.

No one would have known.

Whenever Encred saw Rem and Ragna fighting, he dreamed of standing in their place.

And that dream has come true perfectly here and now.

Hold the Aker and assume a pose.

-Hey, hit him.

The whole body is affected by Will. The sword absorbed Will and conveyed its meaning. The vibration of the blade, “Woong-,” transformed into language and entered my head.

Encrid ignored it and focused.

Soon black lightning struck silently overhead.

Even though I saw an inch ahead of me due to my sixth sense, beyond my five senses, and my vision of the future, the sight and the arrival of the blade were simultaneous.

Encred’s Aker also rose upwards, emitting white light.

Tsk tsk!

The two swords met, entangled, and then scattered.

The number of attacks, the footwork, everything was at a knightly level.

Ragna won the duel.

After Ragnar, Saxony attacked, and here it was a draw. Saxony was the first to shake off the hand and retreat, and Encred eventually admitted that it was difficult to keep up with Saxony’s footwork.

If Ragnar or Saxony had fought to the end, it would have been impossible to know who would win or lose.

Rem grabbed the axe and attacked again.

Even though the duel continued until the sun went down, Encred’s will never once waned.

“You’ve become a monster.”

Rem’s words were correct. Everyone nodded in agreement.

Among them, the gurgling Luagarne had oil oozing from all over her body. It was because she was so moved.

* * *

“I trust you.”

A red carpet with gold threads on both sides, three steps, and the owner of the throne on top of them spoke.

The man standing in front of him raised his head, which had been bowed deeply, and spoke.

“I will retrieve the land of Azpen that was unjustly lost.”

The man who raised his head had a black nose, ears similar to those of a wolf, and the shape of his pupils was clearly different from that of a human. This was natural for a werewolf.

“then.”

The wolf-man general turned around.

When the old general, who once held the honorable title of Guardian of Azpen but was soon relegated to a lowly position, went out of Daejeon, two humans and a Prok were waiting for him.

“What about Abnayer?”

As soon as he came out, the wolf Suin asked. Suin sniffed, as if something was bothering him.

He came out in Daejeon, but his attitude was blunt even though the throne was just across the door.

Those who knew that this was his original personality kept their mouths shut. Even the attendants were completely silent.

“It would be best to refrain from bringing up that name within the palace.”

The answer came from a neatly dressed man. Although he had the status of a knight, he knew very well that he should not carelessly attack the person in front of him, so his tone of speech was extremely polite.

Are all articles the same? How could that be?

The Knight of Azpen, the knight who once gifted a sword to Encred, Ragnar, and several others, knew this well.

“If you were going to throw away your honor and everything else, why didn’t you just kill me and come back?”

Suin said in a growling tone. Are you really telling me to do that? It was half right and half wrong. If I had done something like that, I should have been proud of myself, but I was criticizing myself for leaving it as soot in my heart.

“Because of the oath… … .”

“You will die because of your excuses and pretexts. Didn’t I teach you that a knight who does not keep his honor will have a stain on his heart and perish because of that stain? Have I lived so long that I can’t remember properly? Huh?”

The wolf-man interrupted the man’s speech and continued on. The man was momentarily angry, but did not say anything in response.

If I kept talking to the teacher who kept nagging me about making excuses, he would only keep nagging me more.

And the excuse? It wasn’t an excuse, it was the truth. It couldn’t be helped because of the oath.

There was no way my sword would become weaker, no matter what the honor or anything. Because my sword had clear characteristics.

Even though the man kept his mouth shut, the wolf-man could read the main idea.

“Tsk.”

Suin clicked her tongue, not liking it, and turned her gaze to the next thing.

“Don’t overdo it. If you fight while drunk on a sense of omnipotence, you’ll die. There are many people in the world who are good at fighting.”

“yes.”

He will answer, but he won’t accept it. That’s the kind of guy he is. He still seemed to be overflowing with confidence. Because he had that kind of determination, the will that came with it was faintly exuded around him. A guy who can’t even properly manage his own will, tsk.

The last one is Prok.

It was the same Frock who had kicked Encred in the side before.

“Ready?”

When the wolf-man asked with a nod, Frock nodded.

“It’s almost finished.”

If you were to face a knight, you would be at a disadvantage, but if it were a war and not a battle, it wouldn’t matter if the opponent was a knight.

Because combat and war are very different.

Even if it’s different, it’s completely different.

The wolf-man knew the difference well.

So he wasn’t going to discuss strategy and tactics, and that’s what Abnayer needed.

He was once nicknamed a genius strategist.

As the person responsible for the defeat, I should kill him?

This is what the so-called nobles, the ones who don’t like Abnayer’s status, said. It was sick to that extent. Why kill such a talented person, you crazy bastards. General Suin only asked to kill him on the outside and put him under his command.

Abnayer volunteered to go into hiding, saying that he had prepared everything but could not kill a single human, but he was beaten a few times and brought back out.

Hung.

The wolf-man snorted once more.

The breath was so strong that one of the curtains covering the window shook.

“let’s go.”

Suin went ahead, followed by two humans and a frog.

The group followed him, keeping up with his brisk strides.

The palace passageway was originally wide enough for five people to stand in a single line, but when they walked, the passageway seemed narrow.

When he went outside, there were two more adjutants waiting for him. In the clear sunlight, the two waiting men bowed their heads to show their respect.

These two were also knights.

So, excluding Prok, there were four knights including Suin.