Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 579

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Thump thump.

Even though it suddenly started to rain, no one offered to take shelter from the rain and chat for a moment.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, rapidly darkening the surroundings.

It looked relatively darker because the surroundings were filled with light, including the Holy Light and Glory, just a moment ago.

However, he did not immediately turn on the light to open his eyes.

And no one had the luxury of doing that.

In the midst of this, the paladin’s mouth opened.

“It was probably around that time.”

The falling rain soaked the old knight’s hair and eyebrows.

Silver eyes turned to the empty space, to the sky with falling rain, as if recalling the past.

If the light of the sun had erased the sunset earlier, now the raindrops had taken its place. Darkness was already coming. In a little while, a darker darkness than now would envelop the surroundings, making it pitch black.

As darkness seeped in, the knight’s eyes glowed softly, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

“It was at that time that I felt I was complete as a man. When I looked back, I saw that the apple tree I had grown my whole life was not full of apples, but was full of poisonous fruit. At that moment, can you understand this old man’s feelings? Can you guess?”

At first glance, he looked like he was middle-aged, but strangely enough, the current Overdeer sounded like an old man, just like the way he spoke.

Discussing the past made him look older, although his appearance didn’t change dramatically.

It was amazing how a person’s age could be seen so differently based on their attitude and speech.

The raindrops began to get heavier. It wasn’t yet the season for snow, but the raindrops were cold enough.

“Then the old man realized that he could not uproot the apple tree, and he felt that the power of this little servant was truly insignificant.”

A knight, isn’t that something the author who defeated him should be saying?

Encred looked at him with that thought in mind.

Overdeer didn’t stop talking.

Well, he decided to wander the continent after that, and he kept saying things like he couldn’t tell the difference between a well-grown fruit and a poisonous fruit, but there were a few blind spots in his story.

At least that’s what Encrid felt.

That is, he was not swayed by the regret that Overdeer showed.

Rather, I felt awkward about the attitude that Overdeer was showing now. The reason for that was because it was similar to when Krys tore Crona apart.

It’s not that I’m lying, but I would say it lacks sincerity.

Anyway, there were a few blind spots that were visible.

chamberlain.

“Because there were endless monsters and evil spirits emerging throughout the continent, we needed someone to deal with them. In the end, this old servant had no choice but to step forward.”

Words like this really struck a chord with me.

Originally, the Paladin Overdeer was a member of the Holy Nation and was in charge of blocking a part of the Demon Realm. If he were to leave that behind and wander, it would mean that he had left his post. The excuse was good. But to be honest, he had left the area he was in charge of to another new Paladin.

“I have set out on a pilgrimage to purify the continent.”

It’s called a pilgrimage site to purify the continent, but isn’t it just a wandering place that moves around as it pleases?

Encred didn’t bother to point out the other person’s intentions.

There was no one here who could not understand the hidden meaning of those words.

If you weren’t interested, there was no point, but if you listened carefully, it was a story you would have understood.

Audyn was catching his breath and saying nothing, wondering what was going on, and Sinar seemed uninterested.

Encrid didn’t know it, but Sinar now judged that he could subdue his opponent if he fought.

But it seemed like that wouldn’t happen.

They were fighting bloodily until just a moment ago, but now both sides have put away their hostility.

No race was better at sensing these subtle moods than the fairies.

Sinar intuitively felt that the fight was over.

Well, in reality, it wasn’t like either of them were fighting with any great hostility.

One side moved according to its own values.

The other side only did it because they thought it was necessary.

The former was Encred, and the latter was Overdeer.

Swords and weapons were exchanged, hands were mixed, and blows were fiercely dealt. In the process, Encred sensed something from his opponent’s gestures and attitude.

‘I was definitely thinking of soaking it if I got sick.’

There was no malice there.

“This old servant waited for a revelation like that.”

Looking at the situation up to this point, the old knight’s words didn’t really make sense.

Why is the author Bertran, who was waiting for revelation, being made into my person, the inquisitor?

And that too with a priest and a templar sandwiched between them?

It was hard to tell exactly what the intention was at the time, but it was clear that there was an intention, and it also had a clear meaning.

“But then this revelation led me here.”

Interest is like a snake.

The old knight continued, smiling. He had acted according to the revelations so far and would continue to do so, and he would burn the last flame of his life for the purification of the sect.

It was a vague story without any details, but it seemed like he didn’t come here without thinking about it.

Even though it was all in one go, weren’t there some words that were vaguely understandable?

The old knight, Overdier, seemed to be meeting with people from the religious order spread across the continent and making them his own.

Why? Didn’t you already say that it was for the purification of the religious order?

When he heard this, Encrid had a thought in the middle.

‘Isn’t this more of a plan than a revelation?’

What happened now would have been similar if I had not been confident.

Isn’t this the process of planting a person named Bertran in a tracking unit to confirm the character of the people of the church?

He looked like a useless kid, so he just smashed his head in.

‘Didn’t you act similarly to me?’

Yes, that’s right. I don’t think he killed her, but he had the full intention of making her into a half-cripple. But now, he’s completely gone.

First of all, do you have a habit of judging people? I didn’t know that might be the case.

A person’s status or occupation does not guarantee his character or personality.

In the same way, being poor does not mean being good, and being rich does not mean being evil.

Well, it goes without saying, but there are many people who live forgetting this truth.

There was no need to have illusions about Overdeer just because he was a knight.

However, there was no need to define the person in front of you in one way. You can’t know everything about someone by looking at just one aspect of them.

‘Then what about the saint?’

He never once mentioned the saint.

Judging from his habits and speech so far, he must have had some kind of plan.

‘It seems like I’ve given up completely now.’

Then there is no need to touch it.

Anyway, one thing was certain.

The will to purify the religious order was clear and vivid.

Every time he said that, there seemed to be no room for lies in Overdeer’s eyes.

In some ways, it seemed to have the same meaning as Audin.

The route may be a little different though.

Swish.

The raindrops were noticeably heavier now. The sound of the pouring rain had changed, and even though he was a knight, he couldn’t stop the pouring raindrops.

The same goes for the Paladin.

Encred said, brushing away the hair that was clinging to his face as it got wet from the rain.

“How about we take shelter from the rain and talk?”

The words were high-pitched. It was strange to call the opponent an enemy, let alone one who was over a hundred years old.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go right away. A new revelation awaits me.”

The translation was that he had other plans and was running out of time so he had to go.

“You must have been busy.”

Sinar said something, but it wasn’t said with good intentions. It sounded like he was asking why he came all the way here to cause trouble when he was so busy.

Of course, I don’t think Shinarya meant to start a fight.

I just said that because the process of being pushed back a little while ago wasn’t enjoyable.

Overdeer still had a smiling face.

“I just live as the revelation leads me.”

So, that means there is a lot of work to be done to purify the church.

Encrid understood it that way.

Overdeer always spoke to Shinar in a polite tone, perhaps because he valued manners.

“So what I’m saying is, can I ask both of you for help with this old servant?”

After asking that question, Overdeer told me part of his plan without asking permission, of course, disguising it as a revelation.

“Because of the revelation, I couldn’t just leave him alone.”

Well, it started out like this, but to summarize, it was about killing an archbishop who was a high-ranking cleric and a master of sacred magic.

He also said that the Archbishop’s sacred spells were incompatible with his own, and that there were also ignorant Templars who followed the Archbishop, and that he could not kill them all.

“Well, if you tell me everything.”

Bert, who had been listening to the story, rolled his eyes and muttered in surprise instead of looking away.

Overdeer put out a hand to cover his mouth and finished what he wanted to say. The conclusion was that he was plotting an assassination.

“Revelation leads me.”

If you listen to what he’s saying, it might not be a plan for assassination, but rather a revelation of assassination.

I thought it would be okay to say that.

“Brother Captain.”

Before Encrid could say anything, Audin called out to him and asked.

“Can I take a short vacation?”

Encrid saw the light rising from Audin’s body, and remembered what he had said to her before.

Trying to get out of the prison of widowhood.

So what was that light?

Could it be the chains that bound him?

Is Audin out of prison now?

Have you set foot on the world?

So what is the first thing Audin will do once he gets to prison?

It was a distracting thought. Encred nodded.

“okay.”

“It won’t be long, brother. So when you get back, please tell the savage brother and everyone else.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I will teach you when I return, so prepare yourself. That way, you don’t have to treat me as your older brother.”

He’s saying that he’ll fight and the one who wins will become the older brother.

Encred understood and nodded.

“okay.”

The answer came out twice in the same tone. Encrid was calm. He had not expected this situation, but he accepted it calmly.

That looked really strange to Overdeer’s eyes.

He was called the knight of iron wall, but he is a different person.

That’s what I thought.

“Let’s go together, old knight brother, who doesn’t know what’s inside.”

Sometimes, Audin couldn’t hold back the words inside him and blurted them out.

In fact, this was a chronic disease of the entire Mad Knights.

‘A person must know how to be patient.’

Encred sometimes worried about this tendency.

Of course, he himself had less of that tendency than others.

It’s a different matter that I couldn’t hold back my words to my friend Alma who just got dumped.

Isn’t that a story that really needs to be told?

Shouldn’t we tell you that Count Molsen has already tried making knights through his own experiments and failed miserably?

But the other person didn’t understand at all.

“Your title is impressive. Are you feeling okay?”

Overdeer didn’t care about such words. If it meant getting cursed at a few times and wiping out the entire church, he could endure such curses for a few years.

“It will get better as you walk. More importantly, are you okay where you were hit? I am worried that your old and sick body may have become weak.”

Audin’s every word was more lingering than expected, and it grated on Overdeer’s stomach.

Asking if it was okay after hitting me was almost provocative.

But the old knight, who was very disciplined, accepted those words easily.

“It’s okay. Even though I’m old, I still have no trouble walking.”

It was just as we were finishing that conversation.

“Wow! I’ll join the Deutsch Pullman!”

With a spirit. The city’s master and man of loyalty, Doichi Pullman, arrived leading ten of his men.

It wasn’t surprising, since everyone knew that someone was approaching amidst the sound of falling rain.

Bertman, the so-called inquisitor, only shrugged his shoulders.

A dozen or so soldiers rushed in without torches because of the rain that blocked the moonlight.

Shinarya recognized them thanks to her special eyesight as a fairy, and the rest of them also recognized the opponent’s location and situation accurately with their developed senses.

But Deutsche Pullman couldn’t do that, so he just rushed in without thinking.

He did so even though the rain was so heavy that he could not see ahead.

Because I was worried that my benefactor might be in danger.

Of course, I know very well that my strength is insignificant. But what if I help and the situation is reversed? What if that happens?

Of course, that may not be the case for everyone. But that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t come out.

‘I’ll help you!’

That’s the kind of intention. That was the situation with Deutsch, who rushed in without being able to see properly, and everyone recognized it.

“I would like to applaud your courage, Deutsch Pullman.”

Overdeer spoke first, followed by Encred.

“The situation is over. I’d rather have a hot bath, a meal, and a place to rest.”

Doichi risked his life for this, but that didn’t mean he wanted to die.

So I was relieved that the situation was finally resolved.

Judging by the mood, it seemed like something had ended well.

Even though I occasionally looked around in the dark, I couldn’t really see anything properly.

“Oh, yes, I will do that.”

After Doichi finished assessing the situation, he lowered his weapon and answered, while Audin placed a hand on the shoulder of the spy planted by Overdeer.

“Did you say your name was Inquisitor Bert?”

“Yes? Yes, that’s right.”

Bert was nervous. He knew that the hand on his shoulder could tear his neck out at any moment.

And if it was the Overdeer he knew, he wouldn’t have been able to save himself even if he did that.

If it’s for the sake of purifying the church, it wouldn’t be a big deal to kill a few people and bury them.

“Have you ever seen anyone get seriously ill or injured recently and then recover quickly?”

I wondered why he was suddenly asking such a question, but it was Bert’s job to travel the continent and gather information. He rolled his eyes a few times before answering.

“Yes, I have heard of it.”

“Could you help me find someone based on the most recent rumor you heard?”

“Who?”

“If you find the rich among those who were suddenly cured of a serious illness and ask the person who stole a handful of gold coins, you will learn about his whereabouts. If you find a city where you suspect he is, whose name you do not know, go to the largest inn in that city and ask for Audin’s father. If there is no one who stole gold coins, go to the slums. They call him a rag saint, but he does not necessarily walk around in rags.”

“……yes?”

Bert tilted his head, wondering what he meant.

Encred, who was listening, also wondered what this meant.

Did you just call me father?