Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 601

601. Are you really not a bee?

Is your head just a decoration?
This is what you say when you feel frustrated with someone who doesn’t know how to think.
In other words, the boatman was frustrated with himself right now.
Encred folded his hands and took a listening posture. Among the attitudes of listening well, there is the attitude of being good at listening, but the attitude you show toward the other person is also very important.
You bow your head toward the other person to show that you are listening, and you nod while making eye contact to show that you are listening to what he is saying. When Encred did that, the boatman asked.

“What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to listen.”
“What?”

What could it be? It must be something that the guy who said he was frustrated would tell him.
Encred answered silently with his eyes.

“You are a really crazy kid.”

The boatman praised him and then asked.

“Will it be stopped even if you block it?”

With that, his vision became blurry. The boatman began to scatter like grains of sand. The dream was over. Encred didn’t gain a sudden realization from the boatman’s words. Rather, he just felt a sense of discomfort.
It was a feeling of discomfort, as if something was ticking and weighing on his mind.

“What is that barking sound?”

So he asked.
The boatman chuckled at Encred’s words.

“Live forever. That is your path.”

To Encred, those words didn’t seem to carry any weight. They sounded like something he had to say, something he had to say out of a sense of duty.

“I don’t like it.”

I answered and opened my eyes again to find that today was the day I woke up from a nap.

‘If you block it, will it be blocked?’

Isn’t that what he’s trying to do?
While questioning, his body did what it had to do reflexively. He went after the flames.
He was putting out the flames. It might sound poetic when I say it, but it was something Encred did physically.
Today, he ran after taking only a single longsword and cutting the strings of his armor.

“What? Where are you going?”

As we ran silently, Luagarne asked from behind, and Delma, holding a cup of water, blinked. Encred spoke with a little sentiment.

“I won’t let you come this far, kid.”

The answer to the passing remark seemed to come much later, as the accident accelerated and I ran along with it. But I still heard Thelma’s voice.

“yes?”

It was just a question in one word, and I just blinked because I didn’t understand what he was saying.

‘I won’t let you come. I’ll block you.’

Encred spat out his words and set his sword in his heart. And so he began to repeat today again.
There was a day when he rushed forward, accelerating his thoughts because he had little time to think.
There was also the captain who occasionally appeared when he died.

“I’ll show you how.”

From the very next day, the mood of the boatman changed, and the changed mood of the boatman was more friendly than ever. He gave advice without showing any sign of anger.

“If you can’t give up everything, give up some. Leave the slums behind and prepare for the next one. Then you will be able to endure.”

This is what the boatman said. He was to use the time when the walking fires in some parts of the city were burning people, children, mothers, buildings, horses, and stablehands.

“Where does it hurt?”

Encred answered the boatman’s words faithfully. The boatman after him was similar.

“Sacrifice is inevitable.”
“Those who are meant to die must die.”
“No one will celebrate what you have accomplished.”
“What are you struggling for?”
“Just try to hold out at the entrance to the town square. I think you’ll be able to do it. Hehe.”

He turned his course toward hindrance rather than help, spouting useless words. He was even perfect at teasing me.
When I listened to him like that, that was the word that came to mind.

“Will it be stopped even if you block it?”

The one word the captain said before he changed his mind.

“I said I was struggling to stop it.”

It was a word that made me answer in vain. It was the same after that. I repeated today and burned to death.
Encred’s swordsmanship became more delicate, but it didn’t change much. Since he didn’t spend any days easily, his skills improved, and there was a process of getting used to cutting the intangible form of fire and pulling out Will. He
passed and passed each day of repeating what he learned and was enlightened.
It was like exploring a cave with no end in sight. It was an exploration where the price for not giving up was the pain of burning to death.
Up until this point, Encred didn’t feel that his method was wrong.
He kept going and holding on.
Because that was the only path where there was light.
However, just because there was light, that wasn’t the only path. Sometimes, there was a path hidden in the darkness, and that path could be the right path.
In fact, right and wrong, right and wrong paths were all personal choices.
There were just two paths for Encred.
They were two paths separate from the one suggested by the previous boatman. One is to repeat what he had done so far and prevent the flames from burning everyone. Some will die. The city will burn.
There is nothing he can do about it. Enduring and protecting everyone was not only difficult, but impossible.
What if the walking fire was a burning seed that only saw him and attacked him? The target was the city itself.
If he had only responded to provocation, things wouldn’t have been this difficult.
It was hard to continue thinking when he was burning to death. The pain was so terrible that even Encred hesitated. It was that painful. That moment passed.
But the strength in the sword he swung did not diminish.
Today, one of those days, Encred took out a mirror and asked while running.

“Wouldn’t an order like that just be cut down?”

It wasn’t my intention to change the way I got information from Esther. It was a reflexive provocation that came out as I recalled the words, “If you try to block it, it won’t be blocked.”
Even as I ran, I saw Esther’s expression change on the other side of the mirror.
A cynicism and a cold smile lingered on her face. At the same time, the treasure trove of knowledge was released. In her head, the report was right. Isn’t the knowledge of a witch no different from a treasure?

“Is that really possible? Theoretically, it is possible.”

At those words, Encred’s ears moved. More than just tingling, some of the muscles in his ears reacted like a fairy.

“A spell is a phenomenon, and that phenomenon represents power. Any spell is a power that is emitted based on magic power. What does this mean? What if the power of the walking fire spell is concentrated? What if the will of an individual is superior to the magic power borrowed from Mother Nature? Then it is possible. Hmm.”

The excitement added at the end was so small that it was almost inaudible.
To be honest, Encrid was so shocked that he couldn’t even hear it properly.

‘Supreme over the magic of Mother Nature?’

Encred had previously cut a fireball that had been flying at him as a spell. When was that? It was so long ago that it was vague, but he remembered that it was a scroll used by someone with a swallow’s knife.
How did he cut it then? He didn’t have any worries. He just cut it. He just did it by mustering up his will.

‘Why can’t we do that now?’

The fire moves?
In Esther’s words, it must be because the magic of Mother Nature pushes back the Will she swung.
That’s why it doesn’t get cut. Instead, it explodes.
The thoughts continue. I die fighting the walking fire that has become a habit attached to my body. I die saving a child, I die saving a mother. The painful flames burn my whole body and my mind. Today comes back again.

“Magic power can be seen as the concept of supply and demand. What is between supply and demand? Huh? If that’s the case, then yes. It can be cut, as you said.”

The road connecting the spell and the caster is magic.
The provocative question brought out more treasures contained in Esther’s report. Encred indulged in the treasure.
It was not that he understood the complex world of spells, nor did he theoretically construct a new system.
Rather, it would be more correct to say that he came up with a slightly more ignorant method.
Encred opened his mouth, betraying his heart that did not want to burn to death again in today, which had begun again.

“It’s a walking fire.”

It was like words spoken in thin air, but Luagarne suddenly popped her head out from behind and asked back.

“Are you talking about a golden spell?”

Instead of activating the mirror, Encred stepped away and said:

“I shouldn’t have stopped it from the beginning.”
“What?”
“You shouldn’t have stopped it, you should have cut it down.”
“……What are you saying?”

To Luagarne, it was like waking up from a good night’s sleep and suddenly spouting out crazy things.

“Will it be stopped even if you block it?”

The boatman said.
What a crazy boatman.
Encred thought as he ran.
If you’re going to tell me, tell me kindly.
The boatmen who laughed at me as I struggled to stop them? Everyone’s point was clear. It all came down to one fact.

‘Do not stop.’

It is not about blocking, but cutting and eliminating.
How should I cut it? In a way, holding on and holding on was like a struggle that was brought out after much thought.
There was no answer because that path seemed to be the only path that was filled with light.
But now, I could see another path leading to tomorrow.

‘Didn’t you say you had to be on top?’

Esther said so.
The walking fire spell is to press down with force.
But is it necessary to always have the upper hand? No.
Acceleration of thought does not occur. This did not even require acceleration. It was because it was a simple act.

“Are you really not a bee?”

Encred asked, standing in front of the walking fire. The spell was irrational, so it could not answer.
However, the apostle Anella, who could see Encred through the spell, heard the question.

* * *

Anella might have thought this was crazy, but Encred was sincere.
There are beings in the world who cannot be evaluated quantitatively.
Encred was one of those people.
Apostle Anella observed and studied Encred.
She saw that if she burned the city, he would not give up easily. But would he risk his life?
From here on out, it was half and half. No matter which path he took, it was beneficial for Anella. They all had something in mind. What if
he finally attacked? What if he didn’t lose his life but got hurt that much? What if he got seriously injured? Then he would activate the trap he had prepared and kill him. What
if he didn’t risk his life and held out for a while before retreating?
That wasn’t bad either.
Knights are those who use their will to create meaning. From what I’ve seen so far, Encred would not be able to protect those who stood by his side.
Or what if he saved some and escaped?
That wasn’t bad either.
This was also aimed at Encred, but he was also sending a warning to the continent that if the Demonic Cult wanted to, they could burn down a city.
Also, through this warning, they planned to show the world the power that the Demonic Cult had hidden.
With that, they would grant true salvation to those who had lost their salvation through ignorance.

“gibberish.”

Anella said. It was the answer to the question of whether or not it was real. Of course, Encred did not hear it.
Beyond the sight of the spell, through the walking fire,
Encred’s indifferent face was visible. Although his expression did not change much, it looked somewhat joyful and excited.
The blazing heat scorched his hair. Under the scorched hair, the light in his blue eyes burned as brightly as a real flame.

* * *

He raises his sword and strikes it. The sword, imbued with the will to bend, cuts through the walking fire. It bursts and explodes. At the center of the tyranny, flesh is torn and burst, flames burn eyeballs and burn tongues. The
damn pain comes back. But it seems less painful than before.
Why?

“Is that your madness?”

In the dream, the boatman asked. Instead of answering, Encred grabbed his sword. Even in the dream world, his sword clearly embodied reality. This
was because the overflowing Will had affected the mental world.
Today, he woke up again.
He realized something new and only needed five todays.
Encred created a wall and set it up behind his back.
Then, he just had to put the Will that embodied that wall into his sword with one swing.
He found a way and went forward. The swing of the sword, burning his life in an instant, was a crystallization of a rich experience that could not be compared to anything else.
Encred had experienced this dozens, hundreds, thousands of times.
He combined what he had realized by repeating today.
How to release Will? It had already been a long time since he realized that he had to push it out naturally.
He realized it in his conversation with Seiki before repeating this today, and before that, he had seen the way through Overdeer.

‘Push it out naturally.’

Here are some more things to add. Will is intangible, so you have to feel it. Didn’t Saxon say that you can use it if you feel it
? That’s what he did.
Ragnar told him to focus when swinging, and Rem told him to apply strength at a moment’s notice.
They’re all true.
That’s what he did.
The explanations that were worse than a ghoul’s penis came to him one by one.
Before he realized it, they were just words, but after he realized it, they became clearer than ever.
The inexhaustible Will overflowed and loaded onto the sword.
Since he had no tricks and was not used to it, Encred poured out all the Will he felt.

Ji-ing.

The sword cried.
If it hadn’t been the sword that Eitri had painstakingly crafted, it wouldn’t have been able to withstand it.

Oh my.

When he put Will in, a crack appeared in the middle of the sword. When Encred faced the walking fire again, he was already ready.
Everything was the same as before, except for the Will on the sword.
Now, he ran, took off his armor, and ran with only a single longsword.
When the walking fire burned the two horses in the stable, Encred faced the spell like that.

“Are you really not a bee?”

He asks again. The stable keeper who was about to rush at the walking fire stopped raising the pitchfork.
It was the perfect timing.
The walking fire had not yet swallowed anyone.
He raised the black sword above his head.
A double-edged sword-style slash.
The blade contained all of his will, or at least all of the intangible power that Encred could feel right now.
If he were to name it, it would be the sword that cuts like an iron wall.
He changed the will that formed an iron wall into a will that cuts like an iron wall and slashed.

hook.

There were countless days of walking fire and dying. In all of those days, Encred honed his skills and unknowingly released his Will to endure, and it was a swordsmanship that melted all of those experiences.
The two eyes that held blue light were hidden behind the blade.
The Will that had blocked the army like an iron wall fell down like a blade.

Hung.

There was no explosion or loud noise.
Just the fire that walked scattered where the blade had drawn.
A line was drawn where the silence had passed. It was a sword stroke that seemed to split the world apart.
The Will that had gathered so much was overwhelmed by the magical power of the golden words spell in an instant.
It was something that only someone with a will that was not dry could have attempted.
And so the fire that walked the spell was cut.

Phuang.

The flames dimmed and died down with a truly vain, sighing sound.