Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 605

605. Ice Fairy

This incident clearly revealed how rotten the church was.

“The Gray God, if he is benevolent, loves all. He is a man who is tolerant even of those who stand on the other side of the scale.”

Many people took their side when they put forward a new holy scripture by weaving together nonsense.
It was proof that there were more corrupt priests than upright priests under the heavens, both in the divinity and in the church.

“Look, this is right.”

When you worship the gray god, the turbid divinity becomes right.
Originally, the one with the loudest voice is right.
Their voices grew infinitely louder.
Originally, they were slandered for losing their light, but if you acknowledge the existence of the gray god, wouldn’t all problems be solved? And is there really a god? If so, shouldn’t he punish all those who have sinned? Did the god descend and do that? Did he punish the sinners? Or did he forgive them?
That never happened.
Not even once.
The divinity is a power borrowed from the god, but the god himself gave the power but not the obligation. He only talked about it.
There may be many reasons why the holy war broke out, but one thing was certain.
The absence of the god.
Another reason was that there were many who wanted to insist that the gray holy light was right.
You could say that it was a struggle by those who wanted to take not only vested rights but also justification.
Then, once they settled down, they would become a single group.
Wasn’t it similar to the past when a new country was established?
It means that people with similar interests and goals come together to form a group.

“Look! These people gathered here are a testimony to our righteousness.”

Mul was obsessed with power. Originally, his power was great just by managing the upper echelons managed by the sect or the paths the sect had paved, but now it was even greater.
He felt like a creator who had opened up a whole new world. He decided to get drunk on that feeling.
Open up a new world like this.
Anyone can dream.
But that doesn’t mean it’s always the right way.

* * *

Just before the Holy War was declared, Encred returned to the Border Guard.
The first thing he did when he arrived?

“Rem, are you afraid of the cold? From today on, I will become your cold. Come out. Ragna, you too, come out. You stopped walking because you were afraid of your own talent? You arrogant brat, I will show you how worthless you are.”
“……Did you hurt your head?”

Let’s shout in front of the training ground, Rem said as she opened the door with a creak. She looked like she was wrapped in warm leather all over her body.
Luagarne now knew Encred’s personality and knew that there was a reason for what she said and did.
She interpreted Encred’s words.

“Don’t you know that I’m saying that I want to have a round of sparring because I feel good?”

Rem stared blankly at Encred and then opened her mouth.

“Hey, shit, if I feel good twice, I’ll probably curse my ancestors too.”

Actually, it wasn’t to that extent, but Rem just took it like Rem would.
Ragna came out after that, and he looked at Encred blankly and said.

“It seems like you have a head injury, but you don’t care what you say.”

Despite the content of the words, the tone was not unpleasant.
It was not that Rem or Ragna did not know that Encred was in a good mood.
It was a little out of the blue, but what should I say when I say that I am in a good mood?
Should I say that I am excited? Or should I just say that I
look refreshed? Anyway, it was not bad for the captain to look good.
Everyone who was watching felt the same way.
Shinar also entered the training grounds after hearing the news of Encred’s return. The fairy who usually moved around slowly seemed to be coming in a bit of a hurry.
It seemed like he definitely had something to say.
It was a dark cloudy night. He didn’t wake up and start a fight, and seeing him act like this at a time when he should be sleeping, he really was a crazy bastard.
Should I call him a madman or a knight of madness?

“If that’s what you mean by sparring, your fiancée is here.”

Sinar said with such sentiments.

“Who is my fiancée?”
“Me.”

Sinar was not ashamed. Fairy jokes lightened the air.
Saxon spoke from a corner of the training ground, half hidden in the darkness and half in the moonlight.

“Did you get anything?”

If your senses are sharp, your perception may also be quicker. Saxon asked.

“That goes without saying.”

Encred drew his sword as soon as he answered.

Slurp.

It was a longsword that I had brought from the training ground right after I got back. I couldn’t help it because the Mokgeum sword was broken.
I could hold the longsword with both hands and swing it with one hand, and although it was lighter than the Mokgeum sword, there was no problem using it.
I had already adjusted to the weight when I came here, and I was done with the teasing to train.
Encred immediately swung his sword.
Rem was the first to start. In one step, his body tore through the air and the blade dug into the air. It was a swordsmanship that poured out all his will in an instant. Rem reflexively pulled out his axe and faced him.

“This crazy kid!”

Rem felt the power in the swordsmanship and let out a roar that sounded like a curse.
If I had just let off a little bit of strength, wouldn’t my body have been torn in half?
Of course, he noticed it and immediately put in the same amount of strength.

Bam!

With a loud noise, a shock wave spread out in concentric circles from the point where the sword and axe met.
Whoa- The wind rose and blew away the dirt grains and small stones that had been stuck on the dry, frozen ground.
Ragna, who had squinted his eyes because of the dust, recalled what he had seen a moment ago.

‘I have the will.’

It was already possible to simply contain the will. That is, there was something else.
It cannot be measured quantitatively, but simply put, the contained will grew larger.
In other words, it could be said that the light color changed to a dark color.
The way it was struck was a double-edged sword.

‘The foundation is the will of the tragedy that is Benda.’

It was actually a part of the swordsmanship that he had learned. I was so happy to see that. It seemed like he had broken through the weakness and the wall.

“Let me play with you.”

Ragnar drew his sword and cut in. He was stabbing at an angle. It was an angle that could not be avoided without dodging.
On his way back to the Border Guard, Encred had trained himself to divide his will rather than pouring all his will into one swing.
It was hard to open the path once, but once he had opened the path, it was easy to get used to it over time.
Of course, that was when Encred observed himself.

“It’s so awkward!”

Not in Rem’s eyes.

“That’s true.”

The same goes for Ragnar.

“You need to write more delicately.”

Saxony also chimed in, and Sinar, of course, chimed in.

“Engagement stabbing.”

The fairy jokes became too much, and he drew his sword while giving it a strange technical name.

“You mean stabbing?”

Encred said it was a stab, but he turned his body to avoid the slashing blade and asked back.

“Isn’t that a technique you use often?”

It’s a Valen-style mercenary sword.
It was a technique that I knew but secretly felt uncomfortable with when I experienced it myself.
Valen, who was probably a knight of the previous generation, must have been a great man who couldn’t help but tease his opponents. There were so many techniques that couldn’t have been done otherwise.
Isn’t it possible that there are people who hold swords to tease their opponents?

“I’m going again.”

Encred waited for the Will he had poured out to build up before swinging his sword again.
In the meantime, he was busy blocking the attacks that Rem, Ragna, and Shinar were alternately stabbing.
His skills had improved while he hadn’t seen them. That’s why he was holding out like this.
Even if today was short, it was because he swung his sword like a madman every day, every moment.
Then, when his Will built up again, he swung it with all his might. After repeating this three times, Encred’s sword broke with a snap. It was because he couldn’t handle Will. That was the end of the duel.

“Is it enough to just beat Will up like that?”

Rem scolded him and took the heated leather back.
Ragnar, Rem, and Sinar said similar things.
If Audin had been there, he would have said something more.

“You just need to train your body, brother. If you can move all your muscles as you wish, the delicacy of using your will will also come alive.”
“Have you tried that yourself?”
“I just did it, brother. But since you are not a brother, you need to train, right?”

And this is what the conversation must have been like.
When I came back and was like this, Christ, who had arrived late, said.

“You broke the sword this time?”
“Yeah.”

Encred nodded. He needed a new sword.

“I heard you had a lot of work to do. Is that true?”

Christ asks.

“Yes. There must have been many. There must have been a story about Esther being hugged tightly. I’m cold too, Enki. It seems like it’s time for someone to hug me.”

Sinar intervened and said:

“Winter is originally cold.”

Encred answered calmly. He had been fooled by so many fairy jokes that he had no need to panic anymore.

“I’m freezing to death.”

Then, Sinar pretended to be pitiful. He lowered his head and made a sullen expression. It was a strange sight to see the ends of his eyebrows lowered.

“Hey, hug me fairly.”

After hearing Rem’s complaints, Encred thought that he must prepare a gift for Rem at some point.

“Tell me what you’ve been doing at Cross Guard.”

Saxon said. More precisely, he was asking how he had acquired such a talent.

“It’s late at night. Let’s do it tomorrow.”

Encred looked around at everyone and said, What are we talking about at this late hour? It was time to sleep.

“This crazy guy? Did you know it was late at night? And you’re still sparring?”

Rem said in absurdity.

“Because sparring is important.”

Encred answered and went to wash up. Everyone was shocked, but they also did it that way.

“Didn’t you know he was that kind of person?”

Christ said.

“I am cold.”

Sinar’s expression returned to normal and he turned around. Hearing that, Christ said as he took his foot off the ground.

“Please light more fire in the brazier.”
“Fire is dangerous.”

Then what should I do?
Actually, it wasn’t something that required an answer.

“Not bad.”

Ragnar briefly explained Encred’s current condition and went back to the inn.
After spending the night like that, the next morning, during a training and sparring match where they broke several swords, Encred and Luagarne talked nonchalantly about what happened in the city. It was
ordinary to hear, but it was truly surprising.
However, Rem and everyone else did not open their mouths in surprise.
Only Shinar.

“I am already ice.”

They just keep talking about things like that.
The city, socializing, and walking fire.
Rem thought about it for a moment.
Thinking back on the times Encred had developed, there was something strangely similar.

‘So, if you go through hardships to the point of death, won’t you change?’

If you survive without dying, your skills will definitely improve. So how about sending them to a place where they will die? But are such places common?
Encred possessed an inexhaustible will and was a person with considerable experience.
He also had a sense of intuition. No, sometimes his sixth sense seemed even better than Rem’s.
Perhaps it was thanks to the sinister stray cat.
Now, it would be difficult to threaten Encred with anything.
But was there really no such threat? There was. If he went into the Western Demon Realm of Silence right away, he wouldn’t be confident that he would come out alive.

‘So you’re putting me in the devil’s realm?’

There would be nothing that crazy. It was a thought that came to me for no reason. It was
a thought that I thought was amazing because that guy would break his limits if he was ever in danger of dying.
Was it because of that thought?
Or maybe it was because of the reckless sword swing he had made a few days ago at night.
While Encred was away, Rem had also split a day to train after hearing the news about Audin.
Because of that, there was talk that the Rem platoon members were praising Audin.
Did they stop him from building an altar?
It was thanks to Audin that they trained.
They were crazy subordinates under a crazy leader.
Whatever it was, Rem mixed in what he had realized during the training and pushed Encred a little too hard.
It was like playing push-off at the edge of a cliff.
If he made a mistake, he might fall to his death.
Fortunately, that didn’t happen. And Encred didn’t show any drastic changes before the danger of dying.

‘No.’

Rem simply thought so, and Saxon, seeing that, spoke sincerely.

“Are you crazy?”
“Are you in heat? The kitten is crying and making a fuss.”

It was a peaceful daily life.
After returning and having a fulfilling time, news of the temple was heard.
Originally, it was not something that Encred would do right away, whether he served the Gray God or not.
It was a problem within the Holy Nation.
However, the problem was what they were after, and they were after Noah’s Monastery.
The Border Guard also learned of this situation through the news delivered by one of the peddlers traveling through the newly opened Stone Road .

“They say that monastery is a den of demons?”
“Oh. I heard that too. They raised a demon child and some abbot sold his eyes to the demon, so the Gray God rose up and punished him.”

It was the time when full-scale propaganda was being spread. The Pope of the Gray God, Müll, had used his brain.
Chrys was gathering all the information he could while mobilizing the Gilpin Guild and asking for help from Leona.
Then he realized that the monastery that Encred had visited for a while had been chosen as the scapegoat, and he figured out what kind of trick it was by looking at the circumstances.

‘Are you going to gather people under the pretext of setting up a scapegoat and beating him?’

It would be ten times more helpful to gather a group together with a goal than to gather together for no reason. That was one move.
And when I told Encred about this, this is what he said.

“let’s go.”

It was simple and clear.
Originally, it was a fight that he had no obligation to fight, no reason to fight, and even if he won, he might not have anything to gain.
Nevertheless, Encrid took the new sword he received from Eitri.
Since he had already taken care of some of the surrounding requests, Rem, Ragna, and Saxon had nothing to do.
In other words, they were free.
Here, Esther, Shinar, Luagarne, Teresa, Lawford, and Fel followed him.

“I guess everyone is free?”
“It’s thanks to working hard all the time.”

Lawford answered.

“The road ahead is long, so we will leave the troops behind and go on our own.”

If we delay, we will only see smoke rising from Noah’s monastery. So we are a small group of elites. If we cannot keep up with them when they move, we will leave them behind.

“Officially, this is the first expedition of the Knights.”

Christ said as he watched them leave.

“I guess so.”

Encred nodded. Although he didn’t really need any slogans, Encred opened his mouth according to his mood.

“Let’s go wild, you lunatics.”

Rem added after hearing that.

“Let’s do that.”

There was no sign of tension on the smiling barbarian’s face. He had heard that two knights had joined the opposing side, but his expression was like, ‘So what?’

“The ice fairy is here too.”

Sinardo added a word, but Encrid pretended not to hear it.
He had been asking for a hug since he got back.
In any case, he was on a mission.