Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 581

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The saint who opened her eyes, sent by God in place of the lion, immediately curled up like a cat. However, she did not immediately throw a tantrum or have a seizure. Her attitude was full of caution, but when I looked at the eyes of the awakened child, their gazes were calm. She was a calm child.

“Where am I and who are you? And that big guy?”

There’s a kid there who’s quick to grasp the situation.

Encred answered everything he was asked without hesitation.

The child who heard the answer simply skipped over the parts he didn’t know and proved that he understood correctly by asking questions.

“The knight came and the person chasing me was killed by him, so I won’t be taken away right away, right? But I could still be in danger.”

After nodding his head, Encred was also a little shocked by what the child said. It was something he had never expected.

“Can we part ways here? I have some business to attend to.”

It wasn’t my intention to leave this place right away. I think you’ve clearly understood my position through the explanation so far.

If you are alone, the church will eventually chase you away.

Encred also heard about the identity of the child he had been curious about.

So, even knowing all this, you still said that.

He had heard that he was a Highlander, a mountain man, but he knew very well that even so, he would not be able to escape the clutches of the sect easily.

Of course, if we went into the mountains and reached this child’s home and held out, there was no telling what would happen.

The church could have given up halfway, or they could have tried to catch the child by setting fire to the mountain.

Because no one can know the future.

But if we look at the reality right now, without exaggeration, the safest place right now was by Encred’s side.

But break up?

“Can I ask what you need?”

Encrid asked out of pure curiosity, and Seiki immediately gave an answer. By this time, his posture had become somewhat more relaxed. He was lying on his haunches, and his arms and legs were quietly lowered.

“Because I got out, there are people who got into trouble. And.”

Rather than saying that he had deliberately cut her off, it seemed like he was contemplating whether or not to continue speaking.

“and?”

Encred asked back, indicating that he could continue talking.

“I think there are other people trapped besides me.”

Seiki poured out his heart.

“So you’re saying you’re going back to where you were locked up?”

“I didn’t know anything back then, but now I know the structure inside and the situation. I don’t know why you saved me, but I can’t turn away and ignore something like this. I originally planned to get out and then go back after I got my body together.”

There is no reason to ask why, because the answer is obvious.

To save people.

That’s the same reason Encred saved Seiki.

“I don’t think that’s right.”

Seiki added. When he said that, he seemed stubborn, but Shinar, who saw that, took his gaze away from Seiki and stared at Encred.

“Why do you look at me like that?”

“I’m looking at my fiancé’s face.”

Of course, that didn’t seem to be the reason.

That must be because what Seikiran says is similar to what he usually says.

Encred’s chin moved up and down slightly as he heard Seiki’s words.

That’s right. That’s not right. So I have no intention of just letting it go.

If Audin had seen this, he would have cried and nodded repeatedly in agreement with what the child said.

Didn’t you go off to beat the head of the archbishop or something because you didn’t want to see that kind of thing?

To put it more loftily, we could say that it was an attempt to purify the religious order.

“My grandfather said that whether you live alone or together, you should do what you believe is right.”

Seiki finished speaking. When he said those words, there was not a single hint of doubt. In other words, he truly believed it.

It’s the same path Encred walks, so there was no reason not to help.

“Do you remember the location?”

“huh.”

“Let’s go together.”

“I would appreciate it if you could do that.”

The child knew the reality well, so there was no such thing as refusal. Rather, he answered immediately as if he had been waiting. Shinar, who was watching, said.

“You seem weak towards women and children.”

Encrid looked at Sinar for a moment and then answered.

“It is certain that he is not weak towards women and older men.”

“……this guy.”

Sinar rarely glared. Encrid laughed because it was more interesting to see such an expression than a smile.

It was a morning when the temperature dropped sharply thanks to the late autumn rain.

Encred said to the groom.

“I have to turn around.”

“yes?”

“Let’s go back to the city.”

The coachman did as he was told without asking why. Encred thought about it as he turned around.

The saint saved her, but there was something she was unable to do.

Would that be difficult? It wouldn’t be.

* * *

“I’m trying to sneak in and save him.”

As the monastery came into view, Seiki told them part of the plan.

It was a reasonable and appropriate method.

Attract attention, save people, and then escape.

Seiki was unconscious, so she didn’t know Encred’s skills. She originally lived in the mountains, and even during the eight months she came out, she was confined to the monastery. She didn’t know the knight.

Sinar spoke kindly to her. She was a child I had been watching for a few days and I did not dislike her.

“Secretly? There’s no need for that.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

When Seiki was locked up, he saw the daily life of the martial artists. They were people who trained their bodies whenever they had time.

They were training monsters who trained for more than three hours every day.

The number of such people must be over twenty?

Seiki didn’t see it directly, but he figured it out from the amount of food and traces of people.

She was a bit of an oddball. And she wasn’t the type of person to take on challenges that wouldn’t work out.

Her original plan also included avoiding the martial artist.

But now it has lost its meaning.

The monastery was located near the western border of Naurilia.

The carriage was turned back halfway, and the group came on foot afterwards.

Not only Encred and Shinar, but also Seiki were good walkers, so even though it was slower than the carriage, it wasn’t that slow.

Meanwhile, Encrid saw Seiki walking, running, and moving, and he could understand how she was able to run away like that.

‘You’re talented.’

It wasn’t for nothing that he was from the Highlanders.

At the entrance of the monastery where we arrived, two monks with fierce expressions glared at us.

Seiki doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, but she’s seen a very strong faith in the fairies Encrid and Shinar.

So I decided to believe and follow, but Encrid entered the monastery entrance with great confidence.

A large wooden gate with an iron frame covered with vines and a gray wall covered with ivy stretched out on either side.

From a distance, it looked like a place where people worked hard to make wine.

Most monasteries make wine, bake bread, or make and sell soap or jam.

“Who are you? This is the land of the religious order, where you cannot enter unless you are invited.”

The monk guarding the front asked. He had thick arms and seemed more likely to use his fists than his tongue.

“customer.”

Encred didn’t stop walking as he answered. He strode briskly toward the place guarded by the two monks.

“You’re just going in?”

Seiki whispered from behind. The two monks glared and reached out their hands.

Seiki only heard a swooshing sound.

Without a groan, the two monks’ eyes rolled back, revealing only the whites of their eyes, and they fell forward.

Encred stretched his arms to the left and right, slightly bending his left knee as if he were performing a play, and took the stomachs of the two who fell down. The two who fell had their heads turned to the side. They had fainted.

“……What did you do?”

To her, it just seemed mysterious.

Sinar added her explanation. I don’t know what happened, but she seemed a little excited about this. She was more talkative than usual.

“I hit the Adam’s apple and jaw. With both hands at the same time.”

To be exact, he spread his fingers wide and hit the Adam’s apple with the line between his thumb and index finger to prevent him from screaming, then clenched his fist and twisted his arm to raise his chin.

It was fast, but controlling the force was an art.

Because neither of them had their jaws broken, they just knocked them out.

Ultimately, a knight is someone who has transcended certain limitations.

So, he could have done things that seemed absurd to the average person.

The trick Encred showed just now was something like that.

“Let’s go and see.”

Encred said. Even though this was a rotten monastery, pushing and carrying it like this was like declaring war on the religious order.

If others heard this, they would shake their heads. Turning the church into an enemy just to save a few people? Does that make sense?

Encrid didn’t care about such things one bit.

Even while fighting at that time, Encrid could clearly hear Audyn’s words.

“You will be chased for the rest of your life.”

That’s what you said.

If you have to get chased because of what you’re doing now, you will get chased.

If it is the path you believe in and the path you believe is right, then you will just walk it.

That’s the way he’s lived so far.

“You’ve managed to survive until now.”

Sinar guessed about Encrid’s past and spoke about it.

Seiki just watched the situation pass by, but the child was not an ordinary person.

Amazingly, amazing, she didn’t stop there, she did her thing.

He predicted where those who helped him were imprisoned and served as a guide to get there.

“Who are you!”

“What is it!”

A few more monks jumped out, but to no avail.

“I came to play.”

All I had to do was answer casually and move my hands and feet.

Encrid wasn’t in good health, but it wasn’t enough to be a problem.

A suitable club picked up on the way replaced the broken sword.

Then, one of the monks struck down with a unique sword that was two spans longer than a normal sword, and the cut was extremely fast and swift.

Encred drew his shortsword and slashed at that exact strike.

As he pulled back the club in his right hand and drew his sword with his left hand and swung the sword, his two hands crossed and a flash of light shot up.

Chiririring!

The black sword created by Eitri cut the monk’s sword in half, as if representing the mind of its owner.

It was a combination of strength, skill, and the quality of the weapon in his hand.

That was the end.

The one who had stepped forward turned pale.

“I lost.”

When he admitted defeat, everyone bowed their heads and soon went looking for those Seiki had imprisoned.

* * *

“Why did you do that, brother?”

It was a simple question that didn’t even require Coen.

“Do you need my answer?”

The saint ran away, and he hid her. Wasn’t that enough of an answer? That was what he meant when he asked back.

“Did you want to be noble alone? Are you satisfied with that?”

He was like a real brother who smiled bitterly.

Should I blame him?

Even if you have the ability, you can’t do it. Because you don’t deserve it.

There was a punishment.

It was like dripping candle wax into both eyes and ears.

The reason was that even though I had eyes, I could not see properly, and even though I had ears, I could not hear properly.

The monk who was being punished had all his hair shaved off, leaving not a single strand of hair behind. The monk who was in charge of the punishment laughed at him.

“You can just stay still, tsk.”

He was the loyal servant of the abbot of Shilma. Wax dripped into his eyes and even flowed into his ears.

“Ugh, ugh.”

Instead of screaming, I rolled on the floor like an animal. It was painful. The pain was eating away at my flesh. But my mind wasn’t torn apart.

‘Who should I blame?’

The monk believed that he could not hold accountable even those who had punished him.

That too is something that someone told me to do.

Then who is at fault?

The monk saw that sin should not be judged, but only as a moment to move forward.

So I prayed that he would let me go.

‘Before you accuse us of sin, show us the hope of salvation first.’

It takes belief that change is possible.

What if an angel of God came down?

I wish that were the case.

If that lion gets angry and kills everyone, there will be people who see it and learn from it.

The monk’s gaze turned to one side.

A woman was seen crouching beside a moldy stone wall.

She was a middle-aged priest who had been good at sewing since she was young. It would be difficult for her to play with needles and thread like before and make anything again.

Because tomorrow both her hands will be cut off.

I lost the sight of one of my eyes because of the candle wax I dropped. Now I can only see half of the world.

In my dream, someone asked me.

“Do you regret it?”

No, that’s not true.

It was not right to leave that child alone even though everyone in the church was cursing and spitting on him.

The monk tried to rescue the other child trapped underground while he was still sending Seiki away, but it was a hopeless task.

‘God, please send me a lion.’

Please teach these poor in spirit, not to punish them for their sins.

“If you come near, I’ll kill you!”

Someone grabbed his neck while he was praying in his sleep. He felt someone’s breath on the back of his neck. The person standing behind him grabbed his neck tightly and thrust a short dagger at him. The voice was familiar. It was the loyal servant of Director Shilma. The one in charge of punishment.

Phew, phew.

I felt him gasping for breath, his breath a mixture of embarrassment and fear.

Through the monk’s blurred vision, he saw a person beyond the prison door.

The shadow came in first, and his face was not visible due to the light from behind him.

However, the light just surrounds him like a halo.

“If you kill me, you are turning the church into an enemy!”

The one who breathed out fearful breath spoke.

The lion’s mouth opened as it came in with a halo.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Along with the words, a ray of light extended forward from his back.

That’s what it looked like to the monk.

The moment my arm was raised and the torch light that seemed to be a halo seeped into my damaged eyes.

Some of that light brushed my face.

A hot liquid poured down from behind, soaking the monk’s back.

Warmth was transmitted to the body that had been suffering on the cold prison floor.

Between the warmth and the light, the monk asked with blurry eyes.

“Has the messenger of God come?”

The messenger of God answered quickly.

“No. My name is Encred, and I come from the Border Guard. If you want to consider today’s actions as my own, I will not evade.”

Even though I only had one eye, I could clearly see the figure of the person in front of me.

In the monk’s eyes, he was like a rock that always stood its ground, no matter how the waves crashed or the storm raged.

That is, he was not a messenger of God.

There was just a hero standing there saying he wouldn’t avoid what he did.

At least the monk was a hero.

A hero sent by God in place of the lion.