Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 542

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“Tch, that’s too bad. I could have just left it behind.”

“Hmm, you survived.”

“The Lord does not welcome you yet, brother.”

“Um, I forgot for a moment.”

“Your limbs are fine. If they weren’t cut off, they would be fine.”

“Are Prok and humans the same? I’m not sure if that’s okay. Sir Ragnar.”

Ragnar heard those words just before he fainted.

The last two, when I think about who they are, seem to be Luagarne and Loford.

The one who said he forgot in the middle must have been Encred.

First the savage, then the wild cat.

Ragnar opened his eyes and said, skipping the intermediate thought process.

“One hand is enough.”

If I combine the words that were omitted in the middle, it means that even if you all rush in, it will only take one hand.

So it was also said to rush in regardless of your injuries.

“There’s no need to cut off your arm?”

I thought I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them, but I was wrong. The ceiling felt unfamiliar, and a woman I had never seen before was staring at me.

It was Anne, who called herself a therapist. She looked blankly at the blond Ragnar and said.

“Rest. You need to eat well and rest for a few days and take your medicine regularly.”

It was a harsh tone. Ragnar nodded at Anne’s words. Looking at his limbs, he saw that they were wrapped tightly in bandages and he felt pain, but he felt much better than before he collapsed.

“Here?”

“It’s a treatment room, but it’s still a bit disappointing. The so-called medical soldiers in the barracks don’t have any common sense about medicine, and half of the alchemists who make cures are just pretending to use the recipes they learned over their shoulders. The other half are just talking nonsense about a few poorly made formulas that have been passed down through generations. But there’s one good thing about it. If you ask them to buy you something, they’ll just give it to you.”

The woman, Anne, spoke in a chorus as she ground herbs and such in a wooden bowl.

Before the war began, Anne was assigned to the medical corps. Encred had entrusted her to Shinar, but Shinar could not take care of her himself.

In this way, Anne ended up attending a party attended by only noble children as a commoner.

What do they say about this?

There was a similar story in the old days. Was it the story of a commoner woman with magic that transformed her at midnight and seduced a prince with her shoes?

There was a scene where a girl got so angry after being bullied badly at a party that she started fighting using her shoes as a weapon. After that, the rumor started going around that if there were no weapons at a party, you could fight using your shoes as a weapon.

I couldn’t remember the details, but the thought just occurred to me.

The only good thing is that although there were people who looked at her blankly, there was no one who raped her or looked at her with evil eyes.

Even for a commoner like me, two days was enough.

“Who are you?”

“Anne.”

A man with big eyes came and asked who the child the captain had brought was, and made room for him.

When he told her to let him know if she needed anything, Anne nodded and opened her mouth.

“A room to myself. I would like to get the tools, equipment, and books on alchemy I need for my research. If there are any alchemists staying in the city, I would like to meet them.”

In response to the bold request, Kreis asked Anne what she did. Of course, she was a little taken aback, but Anne confidently said that she was a therapist. Then the big-eyed man began to take care of her with a welcoming look.

Christ was no fool, and he knew that most of those gathered in the city or personally invited were pseudo-alchemists.

Even though he was half a fraud, I focused on supporting him to some extent rather than chasing him out because I felt like he was somewhere.

If you support these types of people, even good alchemists and researchers will end up getting tangled up.

If you release the bait, won’t the fish bite someday?

But even so, I still felt a bit uneasy.

Because it felt like I was just grabbing a handful of silver coins and throwing them into a well.

These crazy alchemists had to give something in return for the silver, but they were all somewhat awkward. It was in this situation that Anne appeared.

“Disciple of the alchemist Laban?”

“Yes, among them, developing treatments and curing diseases… … .”

“i get it.”

After that, Anne’s daily life became peaceful and her needs were met.

If there’s anything else I’d like to wish for here, it would be a great teacher.

Of course, this was greed.

In terms of skill alone, it wouldn’t be common to find an alchemist at Laban’s level.

Even just making potions, the potions made by Laban were quite well-respected.

The potion, which can be considered an instant cure, was also called another life on the continent.

In fact, some potions were even sold under the name of Second Life.

There were two main types of potions: one was divine, which meant it was sold exclusively by the Holy Nation, and the other was made by some alchemists who studied secret recipes passed down through generations. The former was naturally superior in terms of stability and effectiveness.

That’s because they’re expensive and limited in number.

Some potions from the latter side were also famous. Those from fairly famous workshops sold relatively well.

Laban had been researching potions with Anne, so in Christ’s eyes, Anne was the one who could develop potions.

She could heal people, perform surgeries, set bones, and do all sorts of other things, but her specialty was basically alchemy.

Even if she was a fraud, the basis of investing is trust, and Kreis gave her what she needed.

Anne soon had her own private study room instead of the mandatory barracks, and a treatment room to match.

It was only natural that his skills were recognized.

Even when she was under Laban, she was often called a genius.

It would be great if everyone with talent could seize this opportunity and grow, but of course that wasn’t the case.

Some people will use their talents like this, but there are also many who just live and die, regardless of their talent.

In that sense, Anne knew very well that she was lucky. However, she also had many wishes because she had a greater desire to study or research the healing field for her dream.

When I saw Ragnar in various situations, my mouth opened.

In this battle, the only people seriously injured, apart from Ragnar, were a soldier with a sprained ankle and the lord.

This was all correct, since Prock didn’t need her treatment.

Among them, Seongju left the treatment room as soon as his body got better, saying that it was stuffy, and the soldier who had sprained his ankle had no need to be in the treatment room in the first place.

So, the only one who woke up from his serious injuries was Ragna.

Besides this, there were also people who caught minor colds and the like, but now the whole city was in a festival mood. The city was bustling with titles like “Great Victory” and “Iron Wall.”

There wasn’t a single soldier lying down unless he was seriously ill.

Anyway, this was the situation, and since Ragnar’s appearance was to Puck Anne’s liking, I ended up telling him all about it, but after hearing that, Ragnar opened his eyes half-way and said,

“I see.”

The answer was that no matter who heard it, there was no interest at all.

“Uh, um, yes. That’s right.”

Anne was a little taken aback. Wasn’t it normal to feel excited when a pretty girl like her showed interest?

Although she felt that way, Anne had never actually experienced any kind of development in a relationship with the opposite s*x.

She only learned about relationships between men and women from books.

Anne looked at Ragnar’s languid eyes and his unwashed, greasy blond hair.

It’ll be pretty good once I wash and dress him. Right now, he’s injured and can’t wash or eat, so his skin is flaky.

“My name is Anne.”

“I see.”

Ragnar had already lost interest, so he answered vaguely and closed his eyes.

Anne felt her heart vibrate as she looked at Ragnar like that.

What the heck is this kid?

Even if you didn’t like it, isn’t it common sense to say my name in response when someone says your name?

It was a moment when the swear words I had learned while training under Laban and wandering the continent almost came out.

Ragna didn’t even notice the girl chattering in front of him.

He just closed his eyes.

Although I had already seen the outcome of the battle with my own eyes, I was curious about one scene I saw regardless.

Just before Ragnar headed towards the allied camp, using his broken sword as a staff, he saw what Encred had done.

‘What was that?’

The pressure became a wall that blocked the enemy.

It was the first time I had seen Will in this form since I was born.

If my body was a little better, I would have gone and asked right away, but Ragnar knew calmly that my body was not normal right now. So now was the time to rest.

* * *

“Now, tell me.”

The dim light from the lamp illuminated only half of Shinar’s face, casting deep shadows on it.

“Is it Will?”

Encred also saw someone sitting next to her in complete darkness.

The sinister stray cat, Saxony. Its eyes glow in the darkness, but its presence is so faint that it could easily disappear at any moment.

“You sly little bastard. Light some fire on your back.”

Hwaruk.

Rem, who was across from him, pushed a candle into the extinguished lamp and lit it.

As we lit the lamps and brazier, the room became brighter.

There was a bearskin hanging on one side, dry grass on the floor and a gray carpet over it, a wooden desk, and an unusual bed made as high as a human head against one wall. It was Shinar’s room.

When Sinar invited Encrid to ask about the iron wall he had seen, the rest of them followed along.

It didn’t really matter where we met. Shinardo said it was his room, but we didn’t stay there very long.

“You have to be careful with fire.”

Shinar said this after seeing Rem light a fire on his back. I don’t know why he did that, but Shinar was always careful with fire, whether he was sleeping or awake.

“No one will die if a fire breaks out here.”

Rem took it casually, sniffed, and tapped Encred on the elbow.

“Tell me the truth. What did you do?”

“I’m also curious about how you call my name, brother.”

After Rem, he asks Audyn. Next to him are Teresa, Lawford, Pell, and Luagarne.

No, there was a leopard right in front of the accommodation, and Encred was stroking Esther’s back. Of course, it was a leopard.

Esther grumbled and cried.

These days, since he doesn’t walk around in a fully human form, I wondered if he had decided to define himself as a leopard.

So should we say it’s a time of leisure?

The war was over and the day was spent drinking and eating.

In the meantime, I also heard the nickname “Iron Wall Sword” floating around.

Does it sound a little better than Demon Slayer?

Encred answered their questions in short sentences, along with random thoughts.

“what?”

“You know it, but you’re being sarcastic. You’re really a show-off, you show-off.”

“That’s what happened when I got the nickname ‘Iron Wall.’”

“When you called me, didn’t you use any special tricks? Brother Duck Feet.”

Audin had a tendency to change the titles he used in front of his brothers when he spoke.

Encred summarized their questions. Some who had reached the level of Rem or the knights only showed curiosity, but Lawford and Pell had different eyes.

In particular, Luagarne took up one seat with the will to crawl even though he had only one leg left.

Her eyes were not like those of a frog, but like those of a giant. So much oil seemed to fill the eyeballs.

Encred recalled the situation and said:

“Building a wall and mixing in coercion.”

I couldn’t explain the boiling Will, the emotional surge, the omnipotence that came with it. All I could do was pour out my Will until it was done.

“fu*k, you call that an explanation?”

Rem was annoyed when she heard that. It was something she couldn’t understand at all.

“Hmm, that’s all?”

Saxony also had a say.

Encred’s composure was something that was hard to find even among knights. And yet, he felt his anger welling up in Will’s stead now.

Are you criticizing me for not being able to explain?

At least that’s not what Rem and Saxon would say, right?

“Brother, why did you call me?”

He did something similar when he called Audyn, not just the wall, but also when he blew up Will.

What should I say about this?

“He shouted with his will in his hand.”

Encred spoke in a slightly more cautious tone.

“okay.”

Audyn spoke with a smile, but his expression was a little stiff. The corners of his eyes were forcibly slanted, making it seem lifeless.

Rem’s accusation and Audyn’s expression were all the same.

“I can’t explain it any further than this.”

Encred spoke again. He also unintentionally felt the same way that Rem, Saxon, Ragnar, and Audin had felt when explaining their techniques.

I could have just done it, but I was embarrassed when they asked me to explain it.

Also, because I understood their feelings, I knew that their attitude was appropriate.

So Encred did the same.

“What do you want me to do?”

“haha.”

Surprisingly, Shinar burst into laughter when he saw that.

Lawford and Pell looked troubled, and Luagarne began to mutter with her eyes looking lost.

“Something a Willow like Usuke can do, he can’t build a wall by himself, but if he has the strength, he can block the road with a large stone.”

In a way, it was a correctly understood statement.

Because it was something that was literally achieved by pushing forward with Will’s innate greatness.

“Can I just instill fear by covering it with Grime’s wings?”

“It’s like threatening someone by raising dozens of blades.”

“You don’t need to carry multiple shields, Sister. You can block with just one. But the shield should be quite large, thick, and strong. Of course, the wall that Brother Captain built felt a little flimsy.”

As Rem, Saxon and Audyn spoke, Rem continued to speak.

“That’s true.”

“It was a bit of a dull blade.”

Everyone understood what Encred had said in their own way.

In other words, it was the realm of genius.

In the meantime, Audin even gave an explanation to Teresa.

Encred smiled and blessed those in front of him.

“They are like the offspring of a four-legged demon with a human face.”

If you change it to short, it means a puppy with a human face, but it was a creative way of swearing.

After saying just this, Encred stood up and shook off his seat.

We happened to gather here, but we had something to do tonight, so it was time to move. That’s why we came to see Shinar, and this is what happened.

It was a request from Nauril.

“Let’s go. Saxony.”

“yes.”

He wasn’t going alone. Saxon got up without a sound.

“Sinaar?”

“Hey, my fiancé who doesn’t shrink and makes me laugh, let’s go.”

It would have been a better title to call him a demon slayer.

As the three of them got up, Rem also moved to go to sleep, and Audin also left, saying it was time to pray.

The rest of them all moved too.

As he went outside, he put on a black cloak and looked like he was moving in the darkness.

“They look good together. Three stray cats?”

Rem saw that, laughed, and walked away.

Did you happen to be wearing black clothes when you left in the middle of the night?

But that doesn’t mean I can go out wearing fancy, jewel-encrusted armor.

It was not something that would attract demons or beasts that would be dazzled by something shiny, or something that would move while clearly showing its movements.

It was a strictly confidential request.

Encrid, along with Saxon and Sinar, set out for the outskirts of the city, more precisely towards Green Pearl.

There, a black-painted carriage awaited them. There was already one person sitting inside the carriage.

He waved his hand out the window.

As the three got into the carriage, a man wearing a mask to hide his face asked.

“How is it?”

Encred answered nonchalantly.

“It suits you well.”

Soon the carriage started moving. It was headed towards the border, towards Azpen.