Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 614

614. Profit and Fun

He drew and drew and drew again.
Ragnar’s sword cut, slashed, and crushed the enemy.
He wanted to create an iron wall.
At least in a more refined way than what Encred had shown.
However, it was effective, but I wondered if this was really a refined method. Depending on the point of view, it could be said that this was even more foolish, aside from the fact that it consumed Will.
Ragnar’s sword slashes were not crazy fast. That was why the soldiers being broken and crushed were clearly visible to everyone. No, it didn’t come in smoothly, it felt like someone was viciously poking them in the eye.

“Get down or die.”

Ragnar spoke as he moved. He drew a warning in the middle. Those words were a death sentence for the enemy.

“That’s ridiculous!”

Even though he was a knight, the holy warrior who was confident that he
could block a single blow was
dead. The holy warrior who was said to be the best in the unit in terms of shield handling skills was also dead. One of the sub-knights was caught and killed by a passing sword strike.
This is scary. One of the soldiers had such thoughts.
Before thoughts such as not wanting to die or missing his mother, the physiological part that rejected death responded, and soon pure fear entered the soldier’s heart.
That’s how he drew a wall of fear.
Fear became a wall that blocked the way.
It was an iron wall that no one could step forward against. This was Ragna’s iron wall.

“……What is this.”

Mul was speechless at the absurdity.
One of those who recognized the power, will, and meaning contained in Ragnar’s swordsmanship cried out, unable to hold back his excitement.

“Okay, brother! Let me show you!”

What Ragnar showed was a sword that he had been honing. Audyn was amazed when he saw it.
When he said that he would measure his skills when he returned, Ragnar responded with a sword.

Are you still going to talk about education like this?

Although he didn’t really mean it that way, it sounded like that to Audin.
The returning member took a step forward and opened his mouth.

“I am Audyn of the Mad Knights.”

The clothes he was wearing were tattered, but that didn’t even catch his eye.
Just by stepping out, he left an impression of pressure and presence on everyone around him.

“I, a lowly servant, feel ashamed. Father, why did you send them down the path of corruption? Now I am sending them to you. Please pat the heads of the lost sheep and lead them back to where they belong.”

Audin strode towards Azratik with his horse. The distance between them was not that far, so he had narrowed the distance to two steps.
Azratik saw his opponent approaching. Not only did his body grow bigger, but his presence also grew bigger as he approached.
For twenty years, his only opponent was Overdeer, but now there were those who were coming up one by one. The man in front of him must be one of them.
The momentum he felt said so. If he had just stayed within the sect, he would not have met them.

“If you want to put something on one side of the scale, you have to put something equivalent on the other side to achieve balance.”

Azratik muttered as he watched the approaching Audin.
If what he desired was a passion he had now forgotten, what should he place on the other side of the scale?
Whatever he desired, he should place the same value on it.
Whether it was honor or life.
That was the teaching of the God of the Scales.
Although apostasy was a line, if it was earnest, couldn’t it be possible to cross the line?
Or was it all just self-justification?
If Encred had read his mind, he would have nodded.
He would have told him not to run away with such excuses.

“Are you looking forward to it, old and sick brother?”

Audin approached quickly and asked. He asked because the other person seemed to have a childish expression on his face the day before a picnic.

“That’s right.”

Azratik answered obediently, feeling a passion he had forgotten burning inside him. Isn’t this the path he took to fight this kind of guy?
What he put on the other side of the scales was his reputation and life. If he went further, he would even betray his faith.
In return, he would gain an exciting fight where his life was at stake.

“Me too.”

Audin smiled. Now it was his turn to send him to the god of war to be punished for his sins, and smiling at the poor sinner was proof of Audin’s kindness.
On the outside, Azratik seemed to be only half the size of Audin. However, his outward appearance was no less than Audin’s.
He took a step closer, gently waving his fingers up and down. His fingers were thick and long. Those fingers were the weapon that would soon earn him the nickname of snake.
Now that they were close enough to reach out and touch each other, they were within arm’s reach.

Bam.

Audin and Azratik held each other’s right hands.
It was a habit they had when they started fighting as warriors.
Then, their hands and feet moved apart, grabbing each other and hitting each other. At first, it was a small sound.

Hot, right!

Because it was just a noise made by hands and feet meeting.
And since they were both pushing each other away, there was no impact.
Azratik used divine penetration, but Audin pushed back with his own divine power boiling inside him.
Such attacks and defenses were included between simple hand and foot movements.
Everyone present who had the ability to sense Will recognized the ferocity the two were displaying.

“Good!”

Azratik shouted. He pretended to hit Audin’s ankle with his left foot, then tried to pull him by tripping him, but Audin read his technique and dodged instead of blocking.
Azratik thought that there was no difference in skill based on technique alone.

‘No, am I being pushed around a little?’

That was also fun.
If technology falls behind, what’s left?

Your Majesty!

Azratik began to emit light. It was not the murky gray light I had seen before, but a white flash.
It was divinity that had been building up for decades. It wasn’t endless, like someone’s inexhaustible will, but it was still not easily quantifiable.

“great!”

Audin also shouted back. He read Azratik’s technique as well as his.
Before his opponent could trip, he pretended to strike his shoulder with his hand, then spread his fingers to make a claw shape and tried to grab him, but he blocked him by grabbing his hand in return.
They briefly tested each other’s strength, but he felt that he could not suppress his opponent with the strength he poured out in a short period of time.
Audin’s body also emitted light.
His light was a flash of yellow rather than white.
It was difficult to judge who had the upper hand right away as Azratik and Audin’s lights mixed together. In other words, it was not a quick match.
Encred was watching all of this, recalling the conversation they had just had before they fought. It was a thought.

* * *

“There’s no guarantee that you’ll win, right?”

Encred saw the hand that was holding him before he stepped forward. It was a hand in words, but he couldn’t ignore it and shake it off.
Wasn’t it the author who said he was his friend?
That was what Noah had said when he approached him.
He was genuinely worried and concerned.
It seemed like he was saying that if they were really going to be friends, he couldn’t just let it go.
In fact, Encred didn’t think all of that was important.
Even if he knew the truth, he wouldn’t listen to Noah.

“I don’t have an eye for great tactics, but I know that this is a problem that cannot be solved by tactics.”

Noah spoke again. His tone was neither fast nor slow.
He was not wrong. The author of the Nameless Paladin had said something similar.
It would be good if we won the fight against the elite few. However, even if we somehow held out, we would not be able to protect the monastery if the army advanced. If the paladins held off the elite few and the army made a direct hit, those who were going to die would die. It was obvious. And hadn’t those standing in front said that they would do that and more?
Of course, that was blocked by Lawford, Pell, Teresa, and Ragnar’s sword.
Noah could not have known. Especially since it hadn’t happened at that time.

“You could lose or you could die.”

Encred acknowledged Noah’s words. He understood the meaning of his words, regardless of the tactics.
There was no guarantee of victory, which meant that he might die or lose.
It could be like dancing on an uncertain and dangerous precipice.

“Then why did you do this?”

Originally, he was a man who only wanted to save children. Noah’s eyes were truly clear. There was a light in them that could not be seen in the eyes of priests who were tainted by the world.
Encred thought for a moment at the question of ‘why’.
Could it be the spirit that could be shown because even if he died, he would repeat today?
That was not the case. Encred forgot the curse in a moment of crisis. That was what the ferryman admired most when he saw Encred.
He was a madman who only walked towards tomorrow.

“Why would a peddler go on the road when he could be struck by lightning and die while walking? It’s like that.”

Encred answered kindly right away, as he didn’t have to worry about it. To Noah, it sounded like Cohen, the word for deciphering the Bible and searching for the truth.
However, unlike Cohen, the meaning was clear.

‘You can’t set out on a journey if you’re afraid of tomorrow.’

Therefore, if you are afraid of losing, you cannot hold a sword. If you were afraid of dying, you would not have dreamed of becoming a knight.
Of course, if you were afraid of the dream after that, you should turn back.
It is too late to achieve.

“What if something similar happens later on, even if I run away from here?”

Encred said. His tone was still flat. He spoke so casually that anyone who saw him naturally believed that the author would never do that.
If he turns away once, he can turn away twice. If he rationalizes himself with an excuse once, he can do it again.
One mistake does not determine everything. He just hates not taking action when he sees an opportunity to correct it.
An uncertain tomorrow was right in front of Encred.
But now he could do things that he had not been able to do before because he had no strength. He was so happy about that. He was sincere.
It was a thought that came to him after watching Lawford’s activities, Ragnar’s swordsmanship, and Audin’s appearance for a moment.
To be exact, it was a thought that came to him after seeing the person standing in front of him.

‘Didn’t you say there were only two knights?’

A man with a halberd. He was wearing iron boots that made a creaking sound.
It was not his opponent who approached him, but Encred who approached him first. He took off his helmet and put it aside while looking at Encred.
It was an iron helmet with a visor. It could be disadvantageous to fight with a knight because it blocked his vision, but his opponent did not take it off for that reason.

“You don’t usually wear a helmet? I guess it would be better to match this. I guess the armor is similar?”

He tried to strike a balance. That is, he wanted to fight in a similar state.
Watching him, Encred felt something like dissonance.
The tone, attitude, and atmosphere were naturally captured by the realm of the sixth sense.
Unlike what he said he would do, the guy in front of him seemed like he would do anything if it was advantageous.
It was like an author who was different on the outside and inside.

“If that’s the case, shouldn’t we change the weapon first?”

Encred opened his mouth. It was half a joke. In order to achieve balance, shouldn’t the weapons be similar?
No matter how I look at it, the thing in his hand looks like an engraved weapon, so it can’t be because there’s dust in his eyes.

“Changing weapons is excessive. An imprinted weapon is like another me. I can’t fight while abandoning myself.”

The opponent immediately refused. It was as if it wasn’t even worth listening to.
He looked about the same age as Encred. From his appearance, he was probably much younger.
Encred was born with extra points from the goddess of fortune, so he looked much younger.
It wasn’t like this when he was twenty, but after he turned thirty, he looked ten years younger.
Age aside, he was definitely a tough opponent.
Talent is separate from character.
I knew that before Ichiya became a knight, before I repeated today.

“Can I ask you something?”

I don’t know why he spoke like that, but it was similar to that of an old man.

‘Oh, but it seems like he’s used to speaking in a condescending tone.’

Encred didn’t think much of it. He wasn’t someone he could argue with anyway.

“Ask.”
“Why did you come out?”

Oh, is that the question again?
When I listened to the other person’s follow-up story, it wasn’t for the same reason as Noah’s. So it didn’t seem like a question about why he would risk his life in an uncertain fight, but rather out of pure curiosity.

“Isn’t there no benefit?”

The constellation of Libra says that something must be placed on the other scale.
So if the opponent was fighting here risking his life, there had to be something on the other scale.
Whether it was financial gain or something else.
The owner of the halberd was just curious about that.
Encred nodded after hearing the question. There was a second reason that he couldn’t bring himself to tell Noah.
He didn’t come here to seek gain as the guy holding the halberd said, but there was something like that.
Aside from saving people, there was also something like a reward for this fight.
It could be called a small gain, but in short, it was a chance to gain experience.
Ever since he became a knight, Encred knew that fighting opponents or monsters of the same level or better than himself was a great help in improving his skills.
The things he learned while cutting walking fire were the same.
But this was just a small gain. There was a reason that was even more important.
If Noah heard it, he would look at him and say, “This kid is really crazy.”
Profits are something to be calculated, but actually calculating things doesn’t suit my personality.

“I thought it would be fun.”

Encred answered. The other person tilted his head at that. It was a nod that contained a question about what he meant.
Fun? What’s important about that? Risking one’s life for that?
That was because the two of them had lived very differently.
Encred felt something like the joy of growth as he headed toward tomorrow.
Didn’t that joy make him swing his sword until the very end?
At least for Encred, that was how it was.
That’s why the appearance of a strong person was a joy.
In other words, it was natural that he would step forward for Noah to save people and protect his monastery, but it was also something that piqued his personal interest.
That was also why Encred had a smile on his face even though an unexpected opponent had stepped forward.

“So that’s why you were laughing?”

The other person asked.

“uh.”

Again, Encred nodded.