Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 596

596. Flowers bloom even in the midst of filth.

Encred dropped his arm, the tip of his sword pointing to the floor. In front of him lay a monster split in half, its flesh scattered about.

Black blood soaked the floor, and a lump of brown flesh lay on top of it.

“Who wants to be more aggressive?”

A simple question followed. Everyone raised their heads when they heard the question.

“Save me, save me.”

Bam.

One of the soldiers said, dropping his weapon. The spear he was holding fell to the ground. Encred wasn’t exactly swinging his sword at him.

The sight of the administrator turned into a monster was so shocking that even the soldiers and everyone else seemed to have lost their minds.

There may be a time when soldiers need to be held accountable for following orders, but now is not the time.

With that in mind, I turned my head and saw Luagarne examining the dead monster and speaking.

“Social people do all sorts of experiments.”

Listening to her, it seemed like the cult did more than just hold meetings.

All of that was somewhat handled by my swordsmanship.

Because the monster behind all this is dead right now.

Encred looked at the self-proclaimed lord, who had his head bowed.

Should I ask what happened and tell them to fix it now?

His shoulders trembled as he lowered his head.

What would a person in charge usually feel in a situation like this?

Is the shaking of the shoulders a sign of joy, or is it also a sign of emptiness?

Before the joy, you may feel a sense of emptiness. Things have been going this way without you knowing, and now you are in a situation where you can’t do anything about it.

The person who solved that problem was a guy from the Border Guard.

Regardless of his pride, it was not a situation in which he could be inwardly happy.

Even though Encred didn’t know anything about politics, he had a certain understanding of the situation and human psychology.

Even if he felt relieved for the moment, he couldn’t hide his emptiness. The lord raised his head and looked at Encred.

Pause.

Encred unconsciously shifted his center of gravity back. Luagarne felt it and looked at the lord.

Why is that kid’s eyes like that?

The lord’s eyes, raised, sparkled very, very brightly.

“Your skills are truly amazing, sir.”

There was a respectful tone in his speech.

“Sir, you don’t plan on going back just like this, do you?”

Then, a certain earnestness was glimpsed.

“……Wouldn’t it be right to go back once the social issues are resolved? This is Azpen’s territory.”

Encred answered. In fact, there was no need to go right away. There were still people holding meetings and such, so he planned to deal with them.

The reason Luagarne came following me right now was because of that cultist’s existence.

“You have dangerous eyes.”

Luagarne evaluated the lord’s eyes. Encred also secretly agreed.

Those eyes are really a bit weird.

I wondered if Christ would look like that when he discovered the ruins filled with monsters.

The author, Seongju, looked at Encrid like a herbalist who had found a precious herb.

“What are you talking about, sir, since it has come to this, please help me!”

He said and knelt on the floor.

The lord’s name was Louis. Louis knew that his abilities were not that great. However, his love for his city was genuine.

“You all, get on your knees!”

He forced everyone around him to do the same. The fool guarding the basement knelt down first, and the soldiers who were caught up in the atmosphere also knelt down, so those who were part of the criminal guild had no choice.

“Help me! Everyone follow me!”

Because of a series of urgent matters, I had no opportunity to examine the character of the lord, but when I had some free time, I was able to catch a glimpse of his human nature.

He was the kind of person who would not miss an opportunity if it came. His sparkling eyes were like those of a merchant who had found a rare item, and like those of a vagabond who had been starving for several days and was holding onto a loaf of bread.

But it didn’t look that bad.

“Please help me!”

Louis had more pressing matters to worry about than arguing with his commanders about whether he had been following the magistrate around or not.

What is the most important thing among them?

A knight, a knight friendly to the city, came. He didn’t ask for anything, didn’t measure anything, and just killed the monster.

Should I just say thank you and end it here? Should I shed tears of joy? Or should I wallow in emptiness, blaming my abilities for being so focused on something that could be done with just a single swing of the sword?

‘That’s not it.’

The wishes of King Louis were earnest and clear.

As a child, Louis believed that he would become a peerless knight. He believed that for a month or two, but that belief soon disappeared.

“There are not many things in the world that can be done with just one sword.”

His father consoled him, but Louis seemed indifferent.

Would anything change if I wasn’t good at swordsmanship? No. After that, I tried to learn magic and dabbled in many different things.

Louis knew that he had no special talents and that he had no great aspirations.

One of the biggest things he wished for as a child was for people to stop fighting.

The Cross Guard often fought the Border Guard over the Pen-Hanil River.

‘Can’t we all just live a little more or less?’

It is good to live moderately, moderately. I hope that the people of my city do not starve, earn money for firewood in the winter, and do not freeze to death.

That’s all Louis wanted.

Since when did all this go wrong?

They brought a wizard into the castle, and they brought in an author who could control demons, and a crazy guy who would burn down a city for Azpen came to be the commander of the unit.

As they say, misfortunes tend to pile up, and around this time my elderly father passed away from old age.

My mother passed away when I was young, so all I had left were a few relatives, and not all of them were good people.

It was either a matter of aiming for the lord’s seat or risking his own life.

The new lord who had driven him out was also one of his father’s half-brothers, but honestly, I wondered if it was really true that they were related by blood.

However, the current lord was the best at swordsmanship.

Anyway, from then until now, Louis’ wish was only one thing. He wished that the city people would stop living in misery.

Why? Is that necessary? If I had to give a reason, it would be because I truly love the city I was born and raised in.

“Can I ask what you need help with?”

As the other person raised his voice, Encred also responded appropriately.

Seeing him claiming to be the lord while being beaten like that, it seemed like he had no reason to hide his identity as a fake.

And what is left in this city that would call itself lord?

“There are still remnants left. If you put in even more effort since you’ve already put in so much effort…….”

He trailed off and laughed. It was shameless, but Encred saw that there was sincerity in the man’s words.

If I saw things wrong, there’s nothing I can do.

Encred asked in passing before nodding.

“Why are you doing this? If you wanted to run away, you could have done it.”

If I had just gotten out of the city and gone to Border Guard, I would have been able to eat and survive.

Why did you stay in this fallen city? For what purpose? Is it because you cannot afford to lose your position as lord? Or is there something more you wish for?

When the lord opened his mouth to speak, his attitude was confident. There was no shame or emptiness.

Because he never wanted to be a hero, he never wanted to be a savior.

What if one day an angel suddenly came down from the sky and cleaned up the city? How grateful would that be?

But that doesn’t happen in the world. But, instead of an angel, wouldn’t his sword come and help?

Maybe now is the time.

“I just wish the place I was born and raised in was a little bit better.”

The lord said.

“I could have just taken my people and defected.”

Encred’s subsequent question was valid. Wasn’t wishing for good health for one’s own people? Wasn’t there a sense of resonance?

“The peace I desire is not something that can be achieved by abandoning the country, so, um. If something similar happens in the future, will I have to go into exile again? By picking people off again? Who would like that? As someone who loves this city before being its lord, I just hope that the city walls protect the people.”

There is a will in the heart. Even if you don’t learn the will to swing a sword, if you have a will in it and are clear about what you want, then you have enough power.

Although Lord Louis had no talent, he truly cared about the city and knew how to make a big fuss over any opportunity that was given to him.

Encred nodded.

After that, Seongju mobilized everything he knew.

“You there, blow your base, or that knight will cut you down!”

For a moment, he was teasing the nearby criminal guild members.

“Yes? Oh my, please save me. I will guide you. Of course I will guide you.”

Is this what a fox riding a tiger would do?

He shouted for them to take the lead confidently. Luagarne muttered next to him, “What a funny guy.”

They were on the move before the sun had even set.

Encred visited three guild bases in turn.

Among them.

“Do you know who I am? I am the second finger of the guild!”

When I asked what the second finger was, it turned out that it meant that I was the second oldest in the guild.

“Who is first?”

“That’s Wind Sword.”

“Oh, really?”

He was a man who used a blunt weapon with sharp spikes embedded in a lump of iron, but his skills weren’t bad.

However, he had a bad habit. Every time he swung the blunt weapon in his right hand, his left shoulder would open.

Encred stabbed him in the left shoulder.

Phew!

“evil!”

The blood vessel was punctured and blood flowed out profusely.

“Please save me!”

The spell was extinguished with one stab.

“Have you ever saved the life of someone who asked you to save them?”

There was no answer. His eyes darted around and his lips trembled. Before the bastard could argue his lies, Encred’s sword moved.

After that, I continued to tour the city. After a bit of a sweep, I arrived at the mansion where the administrator was singing.

“Are you planning to attack the nobles of the night? Your choice is wrong.”

There was a vampire who had a lot of pretense.

“I knew you weren’t relatives!”

The lord shouted loudly. He said that the author was the one who suddenly claimed to be the lord of the castle and kicked him out, saying that he was his relative.

He would capture virgins and children within the city within his mansion and suck their blood.

But it seemed that he had other unpleasant hobbies as well as just sucking blood. He was a crazy vampire who enjoyed the screams he made while torturing people. He had tortured and killed more than a dozen corpses. It was a habit he had since he was a human and continued until now when he became a vampire.

It goes without saying that I did it.

Vampires were not common monsters. A vampire who could speak rationally was a being that could be called a high-ranking monster, but that vampire’s body was torn in half with a single stroke.

“It has to be burned.”

After that, the experienced Prok took over as assistant. He diligently burned the vampire body Encred had carved into pieces in the furnace. The smell of burning flesh and blood filled the mansion.

After that, three more werewolves appeared.

Krrrrrr!

They were irrational. Encrid calmly cut them down. Using the technique of Aker’s web, he pushed the ones who rushed towards him to one side and then cut off their heads.

The heads of the creatures, separated from their bodies, rolled on the floor with a thud.

“Not only that, there are also guys who show up at night.”

The shameless lord spoke in a polite tone.

There was also a monster that really appeared at night. This was also a werewolf.

To this extent, it was a wonder this city had managed to run so well up until now.

Encred stayed up all day and night swinging his sword.

In the meantime, he passed by the inn where he had first stayed, and the child standing in front of it looked at him with dazed eyes.

“There won’t be any more bullies. Go and tell your father.”

“He’s my uncle. We’re not related by blood, and he actually picked me up and raised me.”

The child seemed flustered because the question was asked without any explanation. The city was changing so suddenly.

“Is that so?”

Encred answered nonchalantly.

Orphans are common everywhere.

It’s not common for those who take in orphans.

It would have been even more rare in a city like this, where there was no room for leisure.

Encred roamed the city, searching for hidden monsters, killing them, striking down assassins, and capturing cultists who held meetings.

“Yeah, you’re a socialite.”

When it came to capturing the socialites, Luagarne stepped forward.

What is a disaster for one person could be a blessing for another?

At least for the lord and those who tried to live uprightly, the disaster called Encred was a blessing.

A young blessing, a blade that sheds blood and cuts through darkness.

Encrid looked at the city day and night, and saw people.

There were people in this city who, despite being part of a criminal guild, took care of people’s circumstances step by step.

There were also adults who brought in children who were on the verge of starving to raise them.

There was a retired mercenary who tried to protect someone and died.

There was a person who said that as long as Seongju became a place where people could live, everything would be fine.

Even though they were desperate to survive from day to day, there were people who shared bread with homeless people and cooked stew.

Even in the midst of filth, flowers bloom.

Encred returned after a night’s sleep and saw a tree growing next to the inn.

White flowers also bloomed on that tree.

Even in the ruined city, there were people who had to be protected.

I shouldn’t let these people die, even though they weren’t from my city.

This is what it means to discuss the end of the war beyond just guarding my back.

This wasn’t a new realization.

Because it was a goal I had already set when I first took up the sword and became intoxicated by the bard’s song.

It was the reason I swung my sword at a time when I could have blamed my talent, and it was ultimately the reason I could not stay where I am today.

That night, the boatman came out again and said:

“Are you satisfied? Saving everyone? You will regret it all.”

The boatman cursed, and Encred replied, “Is it possible?”

The boatman became angry.