Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 517

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Esther’s previous order world was born from observing nature.

Esther originally lived in the mountains and walked through the forests. She killed monsters, fought against demons, and fought against magicians more than a little, but that was only a moment in the long run. Most of her life was spent with nature.

And now Esther was interested in observing people.

Esther continued to visit the market after breaking up with Encred.

People bargaining, porters carrying goods, ladies wearing wide-brimmed hats because they don’t like the sun, children running around in the sun, parents scolding them, a man pulling out his hair in a cafeteria that recently opened to sell all sorts of drinks.

It was an observation. It was a process of gauging their thoughts and intentions.

‘It’s fun.’

It was more fun to watch than I expected.

The process of getting here was also interesting in its own way.

Even Esther knew that you needed Krona to buy anything at the market.

She chose the most rational method in the process of saving Crona.

I followed Christ around and watched him for a long time, really a long time.

“… …Nurat, what did I do wrong?”

Christ whispered as he looked at such an Esther, and Nurat tried to figure out what he could do against a wizard, and a wizard of exceptional skill at that.

The unique intuition that comes with being a woman, the intuition that comes with being a warrior, and the things that come with knowing Christ.

Mixing and combining all of that, Nourat said the best he could do at the moment.

“I apologize for my mistake.”

“Would that be quick?”

Christ nodded. First of all, he was saying that he was wrong. Even if he went to another city, he would still see the witch’s gaze looking at him from somewhere. It was the perfect element for nightmares.

Christ had already recognized Esther as a witch, not a beauty.

Do you want to argue now about the claws you used to put on me when I was a leopard?

“Yes, I was wrong.”

Crys spoke into the eyes. The master of the building guild, who had a regretful request for the man nicknamed the master of the castle lord Graham, who ruled the city behind the scenes, blinked and spoke.

“yes?”

“I’m not talking to you.”

At Christ’s words, Esther came sliding down from the ground with a groan.

Bang!

“Whoa!”

The master of the building guild was startled and fell backwards, and Christ was also startled and his heart pounded, but he did not fall violently.

The time he spent with the madmen had given him courage.

Esther came closer but didn’t say anything. She just looked.

Esther thought.

What would happen if Crona followed around like this, watching a man who was secretly afraid of her, a man who was like a bag of treasures?

This man in particular had a very keen eye.

“……why?”

Christ rolled his head as he asked. What is wrong with this crazy witch? Has she been influenced by Encred? There were good things to learn from the captain, but there were also bad things.

Sometimes when I see him, I really wonder if he’s crazy.

Of course, that might be impressive to some people, but not to Christ.

“Do you need anything?”

Christ asked calmly.

“ghost!”

The construction guild leader shouted, unable to get up from his feet.

“No. I’m not a lunatic… … I’m a Black Flower belonging to the Border Guard General’s direct unit.”

The guild leader blinked at Christ’s words. Only then did he notice Esther’s beauty. White skin, black hair, blue eyes, long legs, and a dress that subtly showed off her flesh.

A flower that blooms beside the demon slayer.

“ah.”

Christ asked again, leaving the guild leader alone, whether he was surprised or not.

“Do you need Kronara too?”

At those words, Esther held out her hand. As Christ watched her, he wondered what he should do with these crazy kids.

If you need anything, just go to the supply store and ask, and it will be resolved. Why did you come to me like this?

Actually, it didn’t remind me of the scene where the witch called Black Flower goes to the supply store and asks for a few silver coins.

He handed over one of the pouches that Christ had been carrying.

It was a pouch containing more than a hundred silver coins. This should be more than enough.

Esther didn’t pull her hand away.

“Give me gold coins.”

Nourat advised. Christ followed his advice.

Esther got three more bags that day.

The wizard, recalling that moment, thought it was a pleasant experience. The other person’s reaction, and his own actions.

‘Then why Enki?’

Esther felt her heart tighten as she recalled the encroachment she had just experienced.

It’s tingling and tight. It’s because my emotions were moved. What is the source of this emotion? Why does my heart beat? Did I have to follow him?

Are you worried about your foolishness in not being able to pick up a single gold coin when you go to the market?

I don’t know. It probably doesn’t really matter.

There may not be a right answer.

So, is this annoying? No, even this is probably an element that makes up who you are. So just face it and that’s it.

Esther felt a tingling sensation spread from her heart to her entire body, and she experienced what it meant to feel a sense of elation.

Even if this is love between a man and a woman, nothing will change. Even if it is just friendship, even if it is just a momentary change, nothing will change.

There’s just one thing that bothers me.

‘eyebrow.’

Wasn’t Encred’s eyebrow raised a little?

As observation has become a daily routine, Encrid’s eyebrow position has appeared to have changed slightly.

The eyebrows had lost some of their strength. His impression seemed to have changed a little.

Why do impressions change? It’s because of the difference in mindset. That’s what Esther thought.

Encred’s mindset has changed.

That was what she knew from observation.

Even though I knew that, I didn’t really have anything to say. I could see Encred’s back passing through the market in the distance.

Esther will be living like this for the time being.

And eventually, we will rebuild the world of order.

If that man wants it then I will be his strength.

It wasn’t because she freed me from the curse, I just wanted to do it. My heart told me to. She didn’t ignore the voice of my heart.

Esther concentrated on her work. Observing and reconstructing the world of order, that seemed to be enough for now.

* * *

“… … You’re here?”

The master blacksmith and craftsman recognized Encred. He had seen him from a distance and his appearance was striking.

The blacksmith shop was on the outskirts of the city. The craftsman from the capital had previously rented the blacksmith shop, but now he had opened his own shop with his own bellows and equipment.

He should have returned to the capital, but Encred didn’t know why he stayed behind with the Border Guard.

Well, since there’s no problem, I guess it stays.

It was just a guess, but it turned out to be correct.

I felt a little sorry for the blacksmith guild master in the palace, but I thought it would be like that.

Although his skills were not bad, he was stubborn and didn’t know how to deal with people, so I was secretly annoyed by the old-fashioned craftsman.

That’s why the craftsman was more comfortable here.

All you had to do was just pound the hammer and that was it, and since Border Guard was called a peddler’s paradise, many valuable items came in.

The craftsman made nothing else but weapons and did not take on any more disciples.

If the guild master in the capital saw it, he would have thought that his stubbornness was truly remarkable.

It’s not a big deal, and I’m not particular about making things to suit people’s tastes.

So, although it was not that they had a shortage of food to live on, it would have been quite difficult to obtain precious materials, but the craftsman was not poor; rather, he was rather wealthy.

Because the lacking Crona was supported by the Border Guard.

He supplied weapons to the barracks at Christ’s request. That alone gave him more than enough work.

“Sometimes I’ll take the time to make what I want to make.”

This was possible because Christ accepted the craftsman’s stubbornness as it was.

He was the craftsman who made Rem and Ragna’s weapons using iron and gold from Levis Mountain, and Chrys recognized that his craftsmanship was exceptional.

“Weapons are the foundation of skill.”

Because Christ has often heard that kind of talk.

What he made was different in both finish and quality.

That’s why Christ chose this forge among the seven in the Border Guard.

As the number of craftsmen increased, the number of blacksmiths and shops of all kinds also increased, so the blacksmiths on the outskirts were rather deserted.

No, the work seemed busy, but it looked relatively quiet because no one was visiting this place.

In fact, it was a blacksmith shop directly under the Border Guard Barracks that did not need to pay any fees if the rank was above a certain level.

Among them were humans, frogs, and dwarves.

He was staring at the three of them and asked if the craftsman had come.

“I need this and that.”

While Encred was answering, the craftsman’s apprentice came out from inside the forge with a towel wrapped around his head.

“Huh? Demon Slayer!”

He shouted.

“Yeah, nice to meet you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

The disciple lowered his head. It seemed as if he had been so surprised that he had called the other person by his title without thinking.

Encred waved his hand and said, “Okay.”

“So what do you need?”

In response to the craftsman’s question, Encred pulled out his weapons one by one and held them out.

“This one is loose at the seams and I wonder if it can be repaired, so I’d like you to take care of the blade as a whole.”

“Maybe Aker?”

As the sword trembled, the craftsman took his hand off the grip.

It was because the blade was shaking that I was startled.

He used to be in charge of the royal swords, and that’s when he saw Aker.

Just as a young man in his prime cannot forget the face of a beautiful woman even after ten years, the craftsman also remembered Aker.

“That’s right.”

Encred answered while standing. The craftsman’s apprentice noticed and brought a chair with short legs.

There were no guest chairs or anything like that here, so I brought a chair I use when I work.

Encrid sat down without caring.

“Why is the royal sword here?”

The craftsman asked back in surprise.

“Thank you.”

“This?”

Nod.

Encred nodded. Those who knew that he had given the sword knew, but it was obvious that there were more people who did not know.

If he knew this fact, even Marquis Baisar would question Krang once.

I’m not saying that you shouldn’t take it back or give it back, but since there are eyes watching, you have to raise some objections.

In any case, Krang smoothly handed over the sword by keeping this entire process unknown to the majority.

If I got caught later, I could just brush it off and say what I would do then.

“This is untouchable. The fact that this sword retains its sharpness is a mystery in itself. I don’t know how to magically heat weapons.”

The craftsman spoke honestly, then glanced at the dwarf sitting next to him, then quickly looked at the gladius and grabbed it. He seemed to be waiting to see how he would handle it as he grabbed the sword. His eyes sparkled. Then suddenly his expression hardened, and he lowered the sword and said.

“Greetings. This is Argan.”

The craftsman pointed at the dwarf with his finger.

“Nice to meet you.”

The dwarf greeted me and the smell of alcohol wafted in the air.

“A demon slayer and a general of the Border Guard? You’re in luck.”

The dwarf continued. The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of bad breath.

It was strange, but while they were talking so excitedly next to each other, Frock, who was sitting on one side, didn’t even look at me.

Encred accepted the situation without much thought and asked back indifferently.

“What luck?”

“I want to try my hand at creating a work of art using fire and iron in this blacksmith shop.”

Encred took in the sights of the confident dwarf and the human craftsman.

Encrid asked the human, as he thought he knew why the craftsman had stepped down.

“Is he better than you?”

“exactly.”

The craftsman nodded. He didn’t seem to be hurt by his pride.

“Ugh, is that what you call talking?”

The dwarf spoke with trim.

“Oh, I have a few conditions. I’d like it if you could help me with some liquor and a nice house. I’m from Martha, and I have some debts there. Please take care of those, too.”

Oh, he finished speaking and trimmed it again. It smelled like pickled meat.

Dwarves are said to be the children of iron and fire. They are born with the ability to manipulate iron and fire.

Of course, not all dwarves are like that.

Just as there are giants who sell things, there are also dwarfs who have no interest in handling iron.

But that doesn’t mean the dwarf in front of you right now is like that.

This dwarf would also be very skilled at handling actual iron. He would be incomparable to any craftsman.

“I can guarantee your skills.”

The craftsman said, surprised by Aker.

Encred nodded, then handed his sword, the gladius, to the human craftsman.

“I wish you would do it.”

The dwarf reached out and stopped. I expected him to hand me the sword.

“I won’t entrust my sword to anyone with rotten eyes, whether they’re a dwarf or not, or whether they’re skilled or not.”

Encred said. Only then did Prock raise his head, as if he had finished something he had been doing, and roll his eyes in this direction.

The craftsman looked at the sword, and the dwarf snorted.

What are you saying now?