Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 562

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Bianca Conti looked embarrassed.

He came without an appointment, but was polite and stayed in the city for several days, waiting to be called.

But the other person ignored him, turned away from him, and disappeared.

I don’t know if it would be better if we met and told each other that I have a grudge against the Empire, but isn’t this the first time something like this has happened?

Just disappear without saying a word?

“I’m sorry. The captain has left his post due to a request.”

“Didn’t you say it was there yesterday?”

The brown-haired, big-eyed man sighed and shook his head slightly.

The gesture was very natural. It was a smile as if he had no idea things would turn out like this, as if he was also a victim.

Bianca Conti, a noblewoman and hawk from the Empire, had dealt with many masked people outside of masquerade balls, but it had been a long time since she had seen anyone who could hide their true intentions as perfectly as the man before her.

Just by listening to him speak, it seemed like he was being wronged.

“That’s right, you’re not the type of person to report to separately. Well, as you can probably guess just by hearing the name, there’s something a bit strange about this area.”

Christ said, bending his index finger halfway and tapping the side of my head.

Crys knew that Encred had no business flirting with a hawk from the Empire and negotiating a marriage.

So I thought it would be okay to reveal some of the truth that there was something wrong with the captain’s head.

That doesn’t mean Bianca’s forehead turned red. It’s common sense to show your emotions first in any situation.

Although she could not dominate the imperial social circle, Bianca lived behind the scenes as a hawk and broker.

That means I won’t fall for such trickery.

‘That’s funny.’

The attitude and acting of the handsome man who revealed himself as Chrys were so excellent that she wanted to put him on the stage of the Imperial Theater, but she looked directly at the situation, not at his words or actions.

‘Even though I sent you a message to meet, you avoided me with the excuse that you were busy, and then you asked me to go outside?’

Avoiding it. Why? Coming from the Empire? Is that burdensome?

If that’s the case, then we need to approach it differently.

Bianca didn’t come here under anyone’s orders.

If he was the main character of a rumor that spread all the way to the empire, he believed that it would be one of his accomplishments.

“Please wait.”

widely.

It was the sound of the teacup I was drinking from hitting the solid sandalwood table.

Bianca believed that if she could just talk to him, she could quickly steal the heart of the author who had been holding a sword all his life.

Originally, such people were dedicated to training and education, so they achieved outstanding results in their respective fields, but they did not know about other fields, especially power or what they could achieve.

There is no bear that hates honey.

There is no merchant who dislikes gold coins.

There is no man who hates women.

This was Bianca’s theory.

Of course, there are bound to be people with completely different tastes, but she knew all too well that it was rare for someone to deviate from my fundamental theories and principles.

Of course, I also knew about the black flower and the golden witch.

But what she could offer was not a simple marriage.

“You can do as you wish, but the castle is currently undergoing expansion construction, so there’s no place to sleep… … .”

Christ trailed off at Bianca’s words.

He shows that he is honored but in a difficult situation just by raising the corners of his eyes. This man really has a different expression and gestures.

“Don’t worry about that.”

Bianca thought that staying at the inn would be enough.

Christ looked into the eyes of Bianca and the man who had come to escort her.

Behind me, Nurat and Luagarne stood as escorts.

‘Empire.’

It’s difficult to find out what’s going on inside the empire from here.

Countess Bianca Conti, who had come to visit us just now, was said to be a member of the Empire, but she was not someone who resided in the Imperial Capital or the Imperial Castle.

Because the Gigant Mountains, which are larger than the Pen-Hanil Mountains and have the nickname of the Wall made by the Gods, lie between the Empire and the Kingdom.

The mountain range influenced the climate of the area by blocking wind and clouds.

If we turn to mythology, it is said that one of the ancient gods created that mountain range and placed it on the ground, causing rain to fall on one side and wet it, while blocking the rain on the other side and drying it out.

When the wind blows over a mountain range, the moisture should flow to the opposite side, but the mountain range acts as a wall to block the wind and clouds, which is a natural phenomenon that is sometimes referred to as such.

Christ briefly shifted the narrative to mythical tales, but then quickly brought it back to the present.

“how is it?”

Christ asked, looking ahead. He wasn’t talking about whether the woman who had left was an imperial envoy or a gossip madam.

“The woman shows no signs of training, and the author who came out as her escort is a quasi-knight.”

“I agree. There were five escorts in total, right? I saw them all and they were all similar. Not only in skill but also in temperament.”

Nurat and Luagarne took turns answering the questions.

“Temperament?”

“It’s because there’s only one person who taught me. It’s because I trained in similar martial arts for a long time.”

Although Chris had trained enough to build his own body, he wasn’t at the level of a knight or anything.

To be honest, these days, when I see people popping up around Encred, I feel like they could easily get their heads blown off with a single swing of a sword.

Of course, I had no intention of creating that situation or letting that moment happen.

Luagarne spat out the words, puffed out her cheeks a few times, and blinked her eyes a few times.

She had gone out to escort and investigate the other person at his request, but Will had become so refined that she doubted whether what she had seen was right.

Of course, it is because of these people that I did not follow Encrid, who was the object of my interest, but rather stayed here.

“I guess.”

Luagarne spoke and paused for a moment to catch her breath. As the attendant peeked his head outside the door, waiting for Christ to speak, Christ gestured with his hand for him to wait.

“If only someone had outlined the process of realizing Will and devised a training method for doing so.”

“then?”

Christ, being the great listener he is, added his own flourish, and Luagarne finished speaking.

“People like that might appear.”

The Empire is a place where there is an emperor who is unique on the continent and transcends great powers.

Why is the Empire so strong? There must be countless reasons. Christ seemed to have caught a glimpse of one of them.

The fact that they could use five knights as escorts was a testament to the power of the Empire.

This guy is not a great person or anything, he’s just a nobleman who came without permission.

Since this isn’t an official visit, they aren’t even Imperial Knights, so where do they belong?

Since they cannot be mercenary swindlers, we can conclude that they are a unit belonging to an imperial city close to the kingdom.

Even if it were an empire, it’s unlikely that someone with the rank of knight would act as a gatekeeper in front of a gambling den.

With one of the hawks from the Empire, Cryce was able to get some information.

Moreover, the opponent did not hide his skills or identity, as if he had no need to hide it and volunteered to be his escort.

The actual power of the empire would be far greater than this.

For a moment, goosebumps appeared, the two eggs stuck between my legs shrank, and a cold sweat ran down my spine.

Christ took a deep breath and calmed himself.

‘That doesn’t mean you can be scared.’

One day, a city will be built on the border between empires and kingdoms, and a round balloon will shine forth from its walls.

How can one be afraid when the city of pleasure awaits him?

The next person to arrive was a merchant from the south.

The southern power of Lichenstein was officially an enemy of the Kingdom of Naurilia.

Christ thought that the kingdom had many enemies.

If you think about it, it made sense. Any country needs a bridgehead to expand its territory and spread out to its surroundings, and this land was rich in grain and was the center of the continent.

If you think about it, so many things have happened on this land that it’s a wonder it hasn’t fallen into ruin until now.

Far away, there were times when the demon realm ran wild and monsters swarmed everywhere, and nearby, there was also the rebellion of Count Molsen.

The southern powers miraculously managed to avoid being pushed back even though several battles crossed their borders.

The southern merchant who came later talked about this and that, but the bottom line was that if he came to the southern great country, Encred could marry the princess.

“Have you seen the black flower?”

Christ was annoyed and gave a vague and roundly refusal.

Encrid was very picky about women’s faces, so it was said that it would be difficult for him to find someone who was not as beautiful as him.

Whether it was a misunderstanding or something else, since he had left everything to her, it was up to her to come up with a reason to refuse.

The conversation was brief, lasting only a few words, but it created a small stir.

“You’re a man, right?”

“They look at the face especially?”

The Southern merchant was a free-mouthed man, and he spoke his words with all his might.

At the same time, Encrid was looking at the sky, enjoying the autumn weather, and lost in thought.

* * *

If you founded an order of knights, you had to fill it with members.

Is it over if I tell them to join the Knights Templar?

That’s probably not it.

Each of us has our own will, our own will, and what we want to do.

Isn’t it impossible to force people to sit here?

If someone did that to you, would you accept it?

That’s nonsense.

So, the same goes for my subordinates.

There was an uproar in the capital city of Nauril over whether it was right to make all of these people knights.

‘I didn’t say that everyone would join the Knights in the first place.’

The person giving it didn’t even think about it, but the person receiving it got excited first.

Well, I didn’t really care whether they said that or not.

Through this thought process, Encred asked questions to all of his subordinates.

“Rem, what do you want to do?”

Before leaving on a mission to recapture the saint or something, he met with the lunatics he had been with and had some sort of interview.

“I’ll give you this and make you run.”

A question asked from a macroscopic perspective received a microscopic answer.

“What is that?”

Encred couldn’t help but ask because he was curious since it was right in front of him.

Rem was holding a training axe, which looked similar in shape to an axe, but didn’t have a sharp edge and seemed to have a messed up center of gravity.

There was a lump of iron hanging where the blade should be, and even the handle was made of solid iron.

When I received it and held it, it wasn’t burdensome, but its heavy weight was no joke.

It seems like it could be used as a tool to train arm muscles, but the center of gravity was a mess for that purpose.

Would running around with something like this be considered training?

‘Well, I guess that’s okay.’

I was reminded of Rem’s recoilless axe swing, the basis of which was to handle the weight entirely with one’s own strength.

Not all axe swings can be done recoil-free, but even if you can do it once or twice as a last resort, it can be a life-saving maneuver.

What if all the soldiers knew how to chop like that?

It would be possible if both talent and effort were combined, but if that were to happen, the unit that Rem raised would be comprised of truly vicious guys.

“Not bad.”

Encred spoke, recalling his training, what Rem was trying to do, and what lay ahead.

Although it was not big, he said it with a hint of admiration.

Rem was more serious about training than I thought, and this training method would be helpful to everyone, so it didn’t seem like it was devised in a day or two.

Should I say that it is a training method that makes you feel the effort?

I thought it would be a good idea to do similar training myself later.

Of course, if Rem’s men had heard about it, they would have cursed him as a ghoul with a broken conscience, regardless of whether he was a respected knight or not, and would have picked up an axe and attacked him.

Encrid turned his attention away from his training tools and asked again.

“Is it over if we just get rid of the magic?”

In the West, there is a magic realm called silence, and Rem seeks to erase it.

But is that all you want?

Is that really all you need to do?

Is belonging to the Knights really what Rem wants?

“What are you trying to say?”

Rem tilted her head. Encred sometimes, no, quite often, would say strange things. It was the same now.

The bottom line was this: the Knights were created, and you have a place in the Knights, but if you truly desire something, you can leave.

“What the hell are you talking about? Wasn’t I the vice-captain?”

Rem asked back, wondering what kind of nonsense this was.

Encrid thought for a moment and then answered.

“There is no vice-captain.”

There is no position other than the captain. It couldn’t be helped.

Because we cannot create a situation that will clearly become a disaster beyond the level of discord.