Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 582

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Even if you try to hide it, it won’t be hidden.
Encred thought the church was wrong and didn’t admit to their wrongdoing, so he didn’t care if they ended up opposing him, but things didn’t turn out that way.

To be exact, the one-eyed monk who saved Seiki didn’t do that.

“From today onwards, I will take responsibility for and look after the monastery.”

Encred rescued the monk and also freed the child who had been locked up underground. The child seemed even more fearful of the situation because he had been locked up underground since he was very young.

He was stuck in the crowd, unable to say anything, and just looked at Encred and his party with trembling eyes.

Because anyone can see that they are the ones who are perpetrating the violence and controlling the current situation.

Encred couldn’t do anything about it. Would Shinar appease the child? Seiki was the same. The child followed only the monk with one eye.

It seemed that the monk, who had one eye, occasionally looked after the child while he was imprisoned.

The other woman who had saved Seiki had fainted and had not yet recovered. It wasn’t torture, but it was the result of beatings to atone for her sins, like torture. But she didn’t die.

She has no intention of becoming a saint, but Seiki, who was born with divinity, has already bestowed a white light on her body.

Although the wound didn’t heal instantly because it hadn’t been properly treated yet, everyone saw that it did restore some of the energy and made breathing much easier.

Seiki said as he watched the child clinging to the monk’s leg.

“I think you’ll take good care of him even if you leave him behind. Don’t you think I shouldn’t worry about him? He could have died, but he helped me.”

In some ways, Seiki was also a bit cold-hearted. He seemed to think that since he had acted according to the standards he had set in his heart, there was nothing he could do about the consequences.

It was more like a habit of accurately assessing the situation.

That’s because I’ve lived that way since I was young.

The man Seiki spoke of was a blind monk.

The monk discussing responsibility stroked the child’s head, pulled and straightened the old, tattered clothes with his hands, and put them on straight.

The child’s face was halfway out from behind the monk’s thin legs. He seemed to be about eighteen years old.

He was just a child who was raised to be a saint because he had talent, but he wasn’t the type of person who could immediately emit holy light or make potions.

Just by looking at this, you can tell that the Church of Abundance is raising children with such talents.

So, I can’t just sit back and watch this happen.

“I think I should just kill them all and leave.”

Sinar spoke to the new abbot. It was unusual for her to show such interest, for she was not a fairy who was particularly interested in other people’s affairs.

Few died at the hands of Encrid or Sinar.

All he did was try to take the hostage, kicking and struggling to survive. That was also absurd.

Encred hid his intentions by not even saying that he was going to save anyone, and he immediately used his power, but the guy who ran away was trying to do something like a hostage situation because he wanted to live on his own.

Other than that, I was planning to save the person first and then deal with it.

I also had the intention of letting those who wanted to run away run away.

But no one ran away.

After that, the monk with the bald head came forward and shouted at everyone.

If it were only by force, there were many warrior monks who could suppress him after Encred and his party left.

That’s why Shinar suggested taking action.

“You don’t have to do that.”

The monk answered Sinar’s words. He smiled faintly. Even in this situation, his eyes did not waver. He was a man of strong heart.

No one knew that things would turn out this way, but it was a good opportunity for those who lived in reality and pursued ideals.

And opportunities are something that only those who are prepared can seize.

The monk who welcomed the hero sent by the messenger of God, even though he had lost his eyes, was such a prepared person.

If the Order were to find its way and follow the light, then he knew well what he would do and how he would do it, and he also knew well that most of those who remained in the monastery were ignorant and only followed what was said from above.

That was the reality.

As the behavior of the Archbishop whom Overdier and Audin had captured and executed showed, even though the higher-ups were rotten, not everyone they led was like that.

Some of them were right, and some of them realized something.

Some people took heart as they watched the changing situation, while others prayed in their hearts for forgiveness of their sins.

Does believing in God make you a perfect person?

That’s probably not it.

Because everyone makes mistakes.

Encred himself thought that he had come this far through accumulated mistakes and failures.

So it might be pointless to go over each and every mistake they made.

The new abbot also wanted that.

“My name is Noah.”

The monk said my name and then quietly settled the matter.

“The messenger of God came and rebuked us, and I decided to follow him. And the former abbot, Shilma, repented of his sins and died in regret.”

In a way, it was a series of absurd stories, but there was nothing the church could do right away when it was threatened.

What can I do when the original members of the church and the entire monastery say so?

But that doesn’t mean the church will stay still, right?

Encrid was worried about that.

“You could say that it was Encred of the Border Guard who did it.”

It was about shifting responsibility.

Why? Because if Monk Noah were to step forward and take responsibility, the Order would punish them with force.

“No, that is not possible. Do you desire public service? But please yield, brother. I lost my eyes to save the saint.”

Noah said with a smile. Contrary to what he said, he was saying that the responsibility was his. Encrid could not break his stubbornness. Instead, he only left a promise.

“If you have any trouble, contact the Border Guard. They will send troops if they hear the name Noah.”

I’m not saying this lightly. Encrid knew it, and Noah knew it too.

“May the fruit that falls on your path always keep you from starving, and may abundance keep your heart from becoming sick.”

Encred nodded.

After that, Noah simply discussed the reorganization of the monastery, telling them not to worry. It wasn’t that he was going to blindly push forward with his beliefs just because they were sincere and had the will.

He planned to take advantage of the narrow road leading into the monastery to fortify the monastery itself.

“It’s hotter than I thought.”

Noah smiled brightly as Encred spoke.

“Not as good as you, I guess.”

Wouldn’t it be better to say you don’t like something than to grab a club instead of a knife, beat them all up, and threaten to kill them if they don’t listen?

Of course, Noah really liked Encrid’s cheerfulness.

He said he did it not because he thought it was right or wrong, but because he was annoyed, and that sounded really cool.

“then.”

“I wish I could tell you to rest for even just one day, but unfortunately I can’t.”

“Come back later.”

“Yes, Brother Encred of the Border Guard, we will always welcome you as a friend.”

“Next time you come, give me some nice tea.”

As Encred spoke, Noah smiled and nodded.

Among those who were hit, there were a few monks who looked around the room and then lowered their heads.

“Thank you for your hard work in picking up the fallen fruit.”

They also spat out congratulatory remarks.

Encred immediately started walking back.

It would take a very diligent walk to get to the border guard.

Since this was a path that had been taken before, Seiki stepped forward as a guide. She prepared a short journey that would shorten the route regardless of whether or not monsters would appear.

“You guys are really good at fighting. I don’t think you’d be able to match the monsters I used to live with.”

“What kind of monster was that?”

“Breathe fire.”

It seemed to be a fire lizard monster that had settled in this land since the Salamander was summoned.

“Okay, when I get the chance I’ll kill that guy too.”

Killing monsters is always exciting.

“No, I’ll kill him. Later. So please don’t touch him, but if you insist on doing it, I can’t stop you.”

Seiki answered, and the more Encrid talked to the child, the more he thought that the child was truly unique.

Tooni says that he has a purpose and that he will do his own work, so don’t touch him, but he can’t do anything about things that are out of his reach.

“Okay, then you kill him.”

“Oh, while you’re at it, could you teach me how to use a knife?”

“I wonder?”

Encred was a true believer in teaching and learning.

Moreover, I thought he had quite a talent for teaching. It was such an obvious thing.

He crawled up from the floor and reached the knight.

Perhaps no one has had as much experience climbing the ranks as Encred, whether it be organizing forensics or doing anything else.

What about people who stay at each stage for a long time and repeat today? Of course, there are none.

Did Lionesis Oniak establish the swordsmanship through the Jungjunghwanhwaeyu?

If things continued this way, Encred might later create a systematic knight training method.

It goes beyond carefully walking down a path that no one has walked before, to walking while touching, smelling, and chewing the dirt on the ground with your hands.

Of course, that was a long time in the future. Encred himself hadn’t even thought about it at the time.

Just moving forward slowly was overwhelming.

Becoming a knight is not the end; there were many new things to learn and master, and many things to realize on my own.

“As expected, you have a weakness for young women.”

Sinar overheard their conversation and said, “It was a lame joke.”

“Yes, let’s say that.”

Encrid went over roughly. When Shinar heard that, he said.

“Once you fall for the charm of association, you won’t be able to escape.”

“If the age difference is not three or four years, but over a hundred years, isn’t it a bit much to call them just older?”

“Hey, that was a joke.”

Encrid was about to ask again how old he was, but stopped himself. Then Seiki asked without a trace of laughter.

“Are you unpopular, sir?”

Encrid’s heart wavered for a moment at those words. It was the first time he had ever heard them.

Should I tell this child how handsome I am and who has courted me over the years?

There could be nothing more scandalous than that.

So, just do what you have to do.

“Let’s start with basic training for border guards.”

Encred said. His tone was soft, and there was a faint smile of anticipation on his face.

“good.”

Seikido nodded with shining eyes. Watching Encrid fight had piqued his interest, and he thought learning about it would be fun.

“Walk with your knees half-bent and both arms hanging down on the floor. Hold your breath and tighten your abdominal muscles to keep your upper body steady.”

“uh?”

“Your butt muscles will get stronger, so just walk like that all day.”

“Then your pace slows down?”

Is it okay to be a little late to the Border Guard? Training is important. Besides, the lower body is the foundation of all martial arts.

“start.”

Encred picked up the club he had used at the monastery. It was fortunate that he had not thrown it away yet.

He lifted it up, tapped the shoulder and waist, corrected the posture, and said.

“Don’t get distracted.”

Sinar looked at it and smiled from behind.

If I had children, I could not help but smile as I imagined how fun it would be to teach them like that.

Of course, it was an impossible fantasy.

It didn’t matter whether Encred had feelings for her or not.

“It’s a good day.”

Kururung.

When Sinar spoke, the sky wept.

“It looks like it’s going to rain.”

Seiki spoke, and Encrid nodded and answered.

“posture.”

The lower body was important, rain or shine.

Seiki knew, though, through his monastic life and his experiences, how to choose what to say.

However, her innocence, born and raised in the mountains, allowed her inner self to be revealed as it is.

“I made a mistake. I’m not unpopular. I’m not unpopular. I’m not unpopular.”

“That’s not why I’m doing this.”

Encrid simply spoke silently about how important this training was, and how a strong lower body was the most fundamental of basics. Sinar still smiled.

It rained, but Encrid was not deterred.

Seiki had to walk while getting drenched in the rain and doing his lower body training.

They walked diligently all the way to the border guard.

Seiki was still awkward at emitting divine energy, but he was able to shoot light at Encrid’s injured part. However, he was still so clumsy that he didn’t feel like the wound was healing at all.

Encred himself told her to train her lower body since that was something he couldn’t teach her, and he did his own work.

It was a revival. Encred walked, reminiscing about his fight with Overdeer.

I spent the day walking like that, thinking, and sometimes even sparring with Shinar.

Another day, he taught Seiki how to handle weapons.

She said she was learning, but it didn’t seem like she had any interest in swordsmanship.

“Wouldn’t it be good if we fought well?”

When I asked why, this was the only answer I got.

The reason for learning wasn’t important. Still, he did his best when learning, and in Encred’s eyes, Seiki had extraordinary talent.

Seiki quickly mastered the skills he had mastered through repeated practice.

The techniques of sword fighting and simple wrestling techniques were explained verbally, but even these were imitated similarly.

It was a talent that made me wonder if Ragnar’s childhood was like this.

The problem is that she is more interested in how Encred created his current body than in the technology.

A well-trained body was more desirable than flashy skills.

‘Audin will be happy if he sees this.’

I walked and walked with that thought in my mind.

Encred fought Overdeer and calculated all the variables in an instant.

What is possible, what is impossible.

The opponent’s movement path, the range of movement of your hands and feet, the opponent’s reaction to your movements, patterns, and many other factors.

There was a moment when I thought I could seize the opportunity and strike, but I couldn’t. I failed.

Was it solely due to divine infiltration?

Or is it because of your weakness that you lost?

Because you can’t just let out your will in one breath?

That may not be all.

‘Overdeer was flawless.’

Power, skill, will. He was an author who had nothing to lose.

If you were to ask that Overdeer what was so special about him, it would be difficult to answer. It was the characteristic of a paladin.

‘Then me?’

What is outstanding?

What needs to be addressed right now?

After worrying day and night, facing his weaknesses and pondering them, and with Sinar’s help, Encred had roughly figured out a way to resolve his weaknesses by the time he reached the Border Guard.

It was a technique to increase the amount of will emitted.

Of course, it wasn’t something that could be solved right away, so it would require repeated practice and mastery.

Anyone else would have shuddered at the prospect of an endless task, but Encred was simply glad that he could see a direction.

So I entered the border guard.

“Are you crazy?”

Christ greeted him with a hollow smile. His smile was mixed with joy and resentment.

Encred shrugged.

“Are you pretending not to know? The Church, the Holy Nation.”

Christ said.

No matter how much you try to hide or conceal something, there are things that just don’t work out.

That’s what Encred did.