Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 552

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As Encred and his party entered, the entrance to the banquet hall seemed narrow and the hall seemed to fill up in an instant.

Some of the nobles saw a halo around them, while others felt something ominous.

If the person actually present there were to decide, wouldn’t he be able to kill everyone here in no time?

Moreover, didn’t one of them say that he was a murderer of nobles?

Of course, the anxiety was only felt by a very small number of people. Most people were busy looking at it in surprise and admiration.

Would it be an exaggeration to say that you can feel the power in their every step? No, it wouldn’t. Because with just one step, many things will change.

That might be the spirit of a hero who moved the continent.

Actually, that wasn’t it, I just walked by, but I knew they were great to begin with, and with their looks, they looked even more great, so I did that.

Encred, Rem, and Audin just walked in normally.

‘You’re here.’

One of the nobles clenched his fist as he looked at Encred as he entered.

I didn’t know that this might be a moment that required some determination.

He was balding, lean and muscular, with tanned skin and black fingernails. If he just changed his clothes, he could pass for a farmer rather than a nobleman.

But the fact that he was here and wearing an old but still intact tuxedo was proof that he was a nobleman.

The nobleman tugged at his collar, feeling the rough texture of the fabric.

‘The Mad Knights.’

I am just surprised by the name of the knighthood they gave it.

The bald nobleman was one of those who had condemned Encred in the war, and was a strong advocate of putting a rein on excessive force, including the oath of loyalty.

The nobleman couldn’t take his eyes off Encred once he entered.

In fact, it wasn’t just that, it was all like that.

In particular, some of the ladies who were not married or noblemen had their eyes become clouded and vacant.

Is that a given? It should be.

Encrid, who had entered, sucked everyone’s attention.

Appearance can also be considered a weapon, but this was the moment when Encred’s greatest weapon shone.

Her black hair seemed to have been oiled, and when it touched the lights illuminating the banquet hall, it looked shiny despite being pitch black.

Aesthetics, the eye for beauty, may be different for each person, but when it comes to seeing something that is exceptionally beautiful, everyone will agree.

That was Encred’s face right now.

The prominent nose, the clear blue eyes and mouth, everything was in harmony.

It looked like God had come down to earth for a moment to personally create and bless it.

The bald nobleman also looked at me and thought the same thing.

They said he was really handsome.

“ah.”

A woman holding a glass of wine let out a small exclamation, two steps away from the bald nobleman.

The group right across from them were the same. Their eyes were wide open and they looked like they might start drooling if left alone for a while.

“The piece moves?”

There were some who said things like this.

Some of them just stared blankly, as if they had forgotten to speak.

At least half of the ladies in the banquet hall were probably experiencing that once-in-a-lifetime experience of love at first sight.

It was as if some kind of bewitching spell had been cast on people.

“Is it magic?”

So, it was to the point where these words just came out naturally.

In fact, even if I didn’t fall in love at first sight, it was hard to take my eyes off her.

The nobles thought so too.

Even when I saw her at the palace, I knew she had outstanding looks, but when I decided to dress up, put oil on my hair, put on a long robe, and tidy up my appearance, I realized that she was an appearance that men and women alike could not take their eyes off.

Although there were a few who immediately showed jealousy, most of the male nobles didn’t even feel competitive the moment they saw them.

Among them was a female prog who displayed boldness and action.

He stepped forward and spoke.

“Do you know any progs?”

Some of the illusionary magic that had been cast on the group was broken by that action.

A murmur began to fill the space where silence had disappeared.

“Who are you?”

“Didn’t you say they were the Mad Knights?”

“Ah, the demon slayer.”

Words were flying around. In the capital, his reputation as a demon slayer was still higher than that of an iron knight.

I think it’s more familiar for everyone to call it that.

It would be absurd if a real demon were hiding inside, since Encred has never killed a real demon.

Of course, even if a real devil appears and confronts Encred, he will not take it seriously.

What can I do when I don’t even ask to be called a demon slayer with my own mouth? That’s what I’ll say.

“There’s a prog called Luagarne, who used to be in the palace.”

The answer to Frock’s words came from the gray hair beside him.

The bald nobleman was a little different from what he had heard, but he knew who it was right away because gray hair was not common.

‘The Noble Slayer.’

Looking at the tone and attitude of his words that he spoke indifferently as he blankly stared at the spiral frog, it did not seem like he had any violent tendencies, such as swinging his fists at the sight of a noble.

In fact, I didn’t necessarily believe that rumor.

What? You’re saying that if you see a noble, you have to beat them up first and then periodically behead them?

In reality, there are quite a few people who died by his hands, but there were probably no people who died without a reason.

If that author was truly a murderer who hated the privileged class and killed them, he wouldn’t be standing here right now, next to the hero Encred.

However, the reason for his nickname was clear, and it was clear that he was the most dangerous person in this place.

The danger factor did not lose its color even though there was a knight commander with a god-blessed appearance right next to it.

Just as no matter how delicious a potato is, it cannot be the same as a sweet potato, it exuded its own charm even next to the demon slayer.

The gray hair covering the nape of her neck was half tied up and half undone, neatly combed.

The chin is on the square side, but judging by the appearance alone, it doesn’t seem like it would be the type to be embarrassed anywhere.

It’s because the author’s face right next to me is so outstanding.

In any case, he could be said to be a generous and handsome man with bold lines.

“Sister, you already have a lot of competition. Please be patient.”

Right next to him, a man whose height was much taller than the others also added his words.

His arms seemed thicker than my waist.

In fact, it was thicker than the waist of a woman who was cinched in a corset.

He was a man who, while standing still, gave the impression that he was looking at a mountain.

‘Bear Suin.’

Rumors were just rumors. Seeing as he didn’t show any of the characteristics that are unique to Suin, it was obvious that he was human.

Judging from the way he spoke, he seemed to have strong religious beliefs, but his shoulders were so wide that they didn’t even look human, his neck looked like it was made by cutting a log and putting it in the middle, his chest looked like it would rip open his shirt, and his shoulders, arms, and even his fingers seemed to have developed muscles, so even his ordinary gestures seemed to have a certain force.

And in the banquet hall, there were many people who preferred a sturdy and destructive body over a handsome one, so they took notice of him after Encred.

“I want to hug you just once.”

“I guess I could hang on your arm.”

“What’s wrong with your thighs?”

I spoke carefully, but he was right next to me so I could hear everything.

The attitude of the man nicknamed Bear Man was cautious, but his force was still there, so naturally, being by Encred’s side did not dim his interest.

These three each have distinct personalities.

The three of them entered the banquet hall, which went through three stages: noise, silence, and then commotion again, and took their places appropriately.

The bald nobleman, who had been watching them since they entered, looked at Encred and thought about old times for a moment.

In fact, right after I set up my angle with the author, I thought that today might be my last day.

Maybe I just happened to find myself recalling old memories.

“What is the most important thing in the world? It is land.”

It was his father’s teaching. He agreed with the idea and took care of the land in the same way.

‘Why does the land come first? If there is land, won’t the people of Yeongji eat and live? Do the knights live without eating and defecating? Aren’t they people?’

In this sense, he hoped that the kingdom would be a fence that would protect him and his land.

That was all. There was no other meaning. He also knew that Encred was the hero who ended the civil war.

‘So if I say I didn’t mean anything bad, should I say I understand?’

It was my first time seeing the article, but he knew people.

It was impossible for anyone to like someone who rejected and looked down on them.

It’s fortunate that no resentment builds up.

Aren’t there people who are different from the ones who ignore and push away? There are. I’ve seen people who aren’t like that, but only once.

The king I serve now was like that. That’s why I swore allegiance to him.

The nobleman put his hand into his bosom. He felt something hard in his hand, and he hid it in his sleeve and approached. It would be bad if someone saw it first.

“This is a scam. If you’re good at fighting, your face shouldn’t be like that. At the very least, you should be chubby. It would be even better if your eyes were a bit smaller and your nose was a bit slanted.”

Although Marcus, who was the king’s closest aide, spat out a word to them and the people around him glanced at them, the atmosphere of the banquet quickly returned to normal.

Those who wanted to talk started talking, and those who wanted to drink started drinking.

Of course, the Mad Knights still attracted a lot of people and they still received a lot of attention.

The bald nobleman approached the onlookers and stared blankly at Encred.

His hand in his sleeve remained the same. Encred also looked back at him, perhaps sensing his gaze.

He would not forget the face of the person who had openly condemned him in the palace.

“I have something to give you.”

The nobleman spoke and approached. Marcus and those around him were fixated on him.

“Count Harrison.”

Andrew Gardner, a member of the King’s entourage, recognized him and spoke. His gaze was sharp. He seemed to be asking why he was here.

Viscount Harrison ignored Andrew’s gaze and took a step closer to Encred. He quickly pulled his hand out of his sleeve and thrust it into Encred’s arms.

His hands were incredibly fast for an ordinary person.

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“Don’t hate me too much.”

“Who?”

This is what Krang said just as the oath was finished. Encrid’s eyes widened at those words and he asked back.

“That nobleman earlier, that person too, did not have any bad intentions.”

“So who?”

Encred didn’t have any ill will or anything from the beginning. The nobles? I guess they were just like that. I also seemed to understand the nobles’ situation.

In this day and age, it’s so obvious that you can’t believe it unless you see it for yourself, whether it’s a demon slayer or something.

If you believe all the rumors, there was even a priest who won an arm wrestling match with a giant. After all, such stories tend to contain some exaggeration.

Of course, there was no need to doubt it since there were many people who saw Encred’s work firsthand.

It’s not like you can just rush in recklessly.

It would take a lot of courage to do that.

Now, to stand against Encred and Chuck would mean on a small scale, standing against the nobles who supported him, and on a large scale, standing against the king.

Yet they stood in opposition to Encred, speaking of the dangers of the knight.

Is it just because you don’t like the sight of yourself?

It didn’t seem like that. Some of them were fools, but some of the nobles stood there because they had a purpose in mind.

If we look at the experience of living in pursuit of dreams, meaning, and light, Encred might be the best on the continent.

So, you could tell at a glance that some of them were standing there with the determination to speak out even if it meant being killed by the sword or getting out of favor with the king.

When Encred kept asking half-jokingly who it was, Krang laughed and said,

“You’ve managed to survive until now. You must have died dozens of times because of that way of speaking.”

Encred nodded his head too. He had never died because of his speech, but he had died dozens, if not thousands, of times.

“Why are you nodding? Anyway, one of them is probably the person who wants to work with the Border Guard the most right now. He wants to use the assets he has stored up to open a safe passage.”

The safety road that Christ created had two branches.

One headed towards the capital, Nauril, while the other passed through Martai.

What if the safe passage that passes Martai comes down?

All those who owned land in that area benefited.

Among them, which one is particularly profitable? Is it the fiefdom that holds the trading city? Of course, they benefit, but there was someone who wanted a safer route than them.

There was a nobleman named Harrison who had been wanting to clear land outside the city for a very long time.

Since his life’s goal was to cultivate the land and make a living, it was inevitable that he would fall in love at first sight with the way he built outposts and distributed troops to ensure the safety of the area.

Encred had sensed the approach of Viscount Harrison for some time.

I saw it in the palace and now I see it again, and nothing seems particularly different.

The author stands out for his worn-out clothes and gruff expression.

However, even though the clothes were old, they were clean and neat, so their attire and attitude were not out of place.

It was a virtue to be accustomed to living frugally.

Encrid didn’t know where Christ’s safe path led, or what the man in front of him wanted. He just looked at them because their eyes met.

The author’s eyes, Viscount Harrison, reminded me of a solid block of stone.

If a person can’t use his will, is his will useless?

If someone tells you that you are doomed because you lack talent, should you stop there?

So should I just stop everything I’m doing now?

Should I give up just because they say it’s impossible?

Even though it is not my decision but someone else’s evaluation? Should I really do that?

Harrison approached and thrust something into Encred’s arms, but of course it was neither a weapon nor an assassination attempt.

Encred’s tactile vision told him that what he was reaching for was a glass bottle, sealed with a cork and wrapped tightly with string or something similar, with an opening just big enough to fit inside the palm of his hand.

So let it be, said Earl Harrison, who had put the vial in Encred’s bosom.

“I was very rude earlier. I apologize.”

Encred didn’t ask what the Count had given him. Instead, he asked another question.

“Is there anything you wish for?”

He looked twenty years older than himself, perhaps because he was balding.

Count Harrison blinked several times at the question, then opened his mouth.

“The meaning of bribery, no, bribery is correct. Can you direct the safe route towards our territory?”

Harrison spoke without any shame, a stubbornness that had grown from his long life.

Normally, it would have been my turn to ask ‘why’.

If not, then ask for a price.

But Encrid didn’t even ask what was in my possession.

“Let’s do that.”

I just nodded.

Encrid gave Harrison an answer that was far beyond his expectations.

“… … You’re not even asking why?”

Harrison asked back, bewildered.

“If you tell me, I will listen.”

This is what I mean when I say this, looking only at a person’s character.

It was a judgment made after looking at everything, including the eyes, attitude, and clothing. What if it was the wrong choice? Life is always a series of choices, and they can’t always be right. Encrid knew this truth of life well.

So there was no fear in making choices.

If you can’t choose because you’re afraid, aren’t you just stuck in place?

If that were the case, we would have been trapped in the happy today that the boatman was talking about long ago.

And Encred saw a similar temperament in the man before her.

Although he was flustered, Harrison was able to answer calmly because it was something he said often.

“I will dig the land.”