Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 621

621. Gift

Audin had previously postponed the unit training that he had been doing, and became an audience member.
Thanks to that, there was talk that the sacred unit under Audin sang in unison that the Lord had taken care of them.
The god’s name may not be Shinar, but if he were to get slapped by Audin right away, wouldn’t the god’s name change for a moment?
Encred was just a story that went in one ear and out the other.
He had no time to worry about such things because he was busy chewing, tearing, tasting, and enjoying everything Shinar showed him.
The elven swordsmanship that was unique to
the Elves constantly inspired him. For geniuses, it might just be a process of showing a different direction in swordsmanship, but not for Encred.
His inspiration was stimulated, his elation soared, and along with it, his body was filled with joy. The emotions that could only be felt in the moment of growth and advancement heated his soul like a hot iron all day long. There was no way he wouldn’t be happy.

“Be careful.”

Shinar, who had come back like that, dropped his sword with a warning. The Leaf Sword changed again. Suddenly, the blade leaves split into five ridges and the sword surface widened. It was like a poorly made fan.
As I watched the Leaf Sword grow, I could feel the energy inside it surging.

‘Is it magical?’

Originally, it was said that the old ones were magic swords and companion weapons of the fairies.
Knights use engraved weapons, and when they reach the realm of sorcery, they use lowered weapons.
When I asked Luagarne, she said that Prok uses combined weapons.
Although beastmen and giants use engraved weapons in a similar way, they say that their method of making them is a little different?
The fairies were like that too.
The companion weapon changed shape according to her will. The energy spread and led the change.
The changed blade seemed unsuitable for fighting, but the swordsmanship shown by the sword was not ordinary.
The slashing attack where the sword was swung down was fast and at an angle that was difficult to block, and the strike using the blade seemed like Teresa slamming her shield with all her might.
Even though Teresa was only a semi-knight, she was a giant half-blood, and her full-out shield strike was a force that could not be ignored.
Moreover, even though he was striking with his sword, it was at a speed that seemed to flow away as if it was resisting the wind.

‘Whether you cut or hit, the speed is the same.’

That seemed to be the key. It was good to see it as swordplay riding the wind.
If the spring wind blew the wind and the showers poured down countless times, this was flying on the wind.
Was that why it was called fallen leaves?
Because it was like maple leaves shaking in the wind?
The slashes and strikes flew and fell without fail. If spring was green and summer was green, today it was emitting red energy.
It was redder than the sunset, but not blood red.
Anyway, I endured and spent time enjoying the fun of swordplay, and before I knew it, the duel was over.
Sweat beads formed on Shinar’s forehead.
In the middle of winter, and if even a fairy was sweating, you could tell how much effort she was putting into this duel.
Encred asked, completely absorbed in the fun Shinar was giving.

“Is it winter tomorrow?”

To those words, Sinar replied with a faint smile.

“It will be fun.”

On the fourth day, what Shinar showed was literally the swordsmanship of winter. The name was Spark.
Shinar’s age became thin and thin like the sparks Encred was holding. The swordsmanship she showed after that was truly worthy of the name Spark.
The sword that emitted white light flew like a flash of sparks that disappeared in an instant.
It was a swift, slashing attack that ignored defense, just stabbing and stabbing.
If it was a method that ate away at one’s stamina and forced one to defend like countless raindrops, this one seemed like it would immediately create a hole somewhere in one’s body if one failed to block it. Every strike was fatal, and it was a swordsmanship that focused on offense rather than defense.
Conversely, because every strike was fatal, it was also a sword that had gaps in defense.
Spark, a swordsmanship that fit its name perfectly, where even its own body would be destroyed if it failed to hit anything.
In the language of the Elves, Age meant the sword of spring, and Needle meant the sword of winter.
If we look more deeply into the language, pronouncing it long as deu-eul meant sword, but since the Elves used a language that mixed stress, short and long vowels, pronouncing it as ‘deul’ did not always mean sword.
For Encred, a human, to understand, this much was enough.
The flying sparks were fast and fierce, and were so small that they would be invisible if missed for a moment.
Even in the realm of concentration, only the tip of the sword was visible.
Encred blocked, parried, and dodged in a concentrated state, but at one moment, he heard Shinar’s voice.

“If you go beyond the spark, you become a meteor.”

Shinar’s stab was fierce, but Encred blocked it because it wasn’t a sincere attack.
Shinar’s sword was really sharp and pointed.
The twisted blade cut deep into Encred’s cheek, causing blood to flow out.

“It was dangerous.”

Audyn said. Seiki, who happened to be a bystander, stepped forward and sprinkled light on Encred’s cheek.

“You’ll get better soon.”
“Don’t be so nervous.”
“I think a lot of people would be upset if your face got ruined.”

Seiki spoke nonsense. The wound on his cheek didn’t heal instantly compared to the light that was radiating out. He said he was still clumsy at using his divinity, and it really was. A lot of light was wasted.

“Are you happy?”

Sinar asked Encred with an indifferent gaze. Encred nodded. A faint smile appeared on his face.
Aside from the scar on his cheek, he felt a surge of inspiration upon receiving the Four Seasons Sword of the Fairy Tribe.
The new sword, the new swordsmanship, stimulated him. And it was not a poor technique, but a skill that the Fairy Tribe had developed over generations.

“Okay then.”

Shinar answered and smiled. The corners of his indifferent eyes curved and showed a faint smile. It was a face that showed satisfaction, something like that.
And that night, just before going to bed, Shinar called Encrid.

“What’s going on?”
“Let’s take a walk.”

Encred did as she said.

“Want to go on a late-night date?”

Rem uttered a groan from behind. Encred stepped forward without answering. Rem didn’t even bother to listen to the answer.
It was just a joke that he made reflexively because he saw it.
It was something that happened occasionally.
Shinar would often look for Encred, so lately he’d mostly asked her to hug him because it was cold.
As they walked outside, the clouds were thick and the stars were hard to see. The moonlight was dim.
Will it snow tomorrow?
The air was so cold that it felt like midwinter.
Long, thin breaths hung from the mouths of the human and the fairy. The two walked quietly as if they were enjoying a walk.
The air seemed to be humid from the night breeze. It wasn’t bad for walking.
The sounds of winter birds could be heard occasionally, and they passed by a place where grass boasted its strong vitality even on this cold day.

“I can’t even count the number of times.”

Looking at the grass, Shinar spoke, stopped, and turned around. The surroundings were dark, but the two of them recognized exactly where each other’s eyes were. Their
keen senses made it possible.
The eyes that should have been blue and green were shining faintly in the darkness.
Shinar opened his mouth while their eyes met. His tone was flat.

“Are you really not thinking of marrying me?”

It was refreshing. He never jokes around these days, but he called me out and said something like this.

“Were we physically involved?”
“It must have been difficult.”
“It seemed difficult?”
“Was it okay?”

Encred remembered the first time he had heard a fairy joke.

‘I remember it was just before I met Leona.’

It was a day I could have easily forgotten, but it was a day that I particularly remember.
I was so embarrassed at that time that I wanted to kick Saxon, who was laughing at me from the side.

“No, there isn’t.”

Encred answered, scratching the ball. It wasn’t such a difficult question. It was just his usual mischievous joke.

“I see.”

Shinar turned around without a trace of laughter. Shinar had been showing off his sword skills like a mad fairy for four days.

“It was fun.”

She muttered and turned around.
The temperature of those words was noticeably different from when I first heard them.

“It was fun.”

When he first teased her, she had said something like that, but compared to that time, there was no emotion in the words she said now as she turned around.
If she had felt regret in those words, Encred would have asked. Why?
But since she didn’t, she just let her go.
The fairy returned with the same gait, the same stride, the same speed as usual.
And three days later, Shinar disappeared.
Encred thought it was nothing, but Shinar didn’t return even after three days.

“You left a letter?”

This is what Christ told me while I was resting after finishing my morning training.

“Where did you find it?”
“I looked into your room because you were gone for three days without saying anything.”
“Oh, yeah.”

Strictly speaking, Shinar’s affiliation is the Mad Knights.
So no one can blame her for leaving, but since Chrysya’s room was empty, he must have taken a look around.
He probably had his lover do it instead of doing it himself.
Encred roughly recognized the situation and looked at the letter.
Shinar seemed to have predicted that someone would read the letter if he left. The letters were written in elegant handwriting on the outside.

-Look at Encred. To anyone else, he will look like a sprouted potato.

It’s a curse.
Encred opened the letter while looking at the fairy-like curses. He took off the part sealed with candle wax with his hand and took out the paper inside.
It didn’t seem to be made of expensive paper. The content was concise.

-I’ll wait for you to come propose.

Encred laughed, making a peck-like sound as if the air was being sucked out
of him. He kept joking until the very end.
He was a really hard fairy to beat.

“What does it say?”

Christ asked. Encred turned the letter over and showed it to him.

“I don’t know if I should call this amazing, but why did he just disappear without saying anything?”
“He must have something to do.”

Now, he could be considered a member of the Mad Knights, but Shinar was not originally part of the kingdom. He also
remembered what Krang had said before.
What kind of duty did he have?
Encred didn’t particularly worry about Shinar leaving. He respected it because it was his own judgment and choice.
It would have been the same if anyone had left. Just like when Dunbakel said he was going to the East, he tried to accept it in his heart.
That was all.
And there was a time when he could be called ordinary.

“It’s time to train.”

In the morning, I stretched, pulled, and squeezed my muscles with Audin.

“Wake up. I’m going to make things even more brutal today.”

I sparred with Rem.

“Everyone, jump.”

I devoted myself to training my men. The only difference from before was that I spent more time meditating.

‘The accurate sword, the heavy sword, the deceptive sword, the fast sword, the soft sword.’

The genius Lionesses Oniak classified swordsmanship into five types.

‘So these five are all there is to swordsmanship?’

No, it wouldn’t be.
Even if you went back in time and asked Lionesses, the answer would be the same.

‘Five is the foundation.’

The derivation is separate.
It contains what I have learned and practiced over the years, as well as the Fairy Tribe Four Seasons Sword that I recently learned.
Shinar deliberately excluded the surrounding environmental factors and focused on the original swordsmanship skill.

‘It was a sword for show.’

The four swordsmanships that signified the four seasons were all different forms. It couldn’t be defined only by the five concepts of Jeongjunghwankwaeyu.
Basics, derivatives, and experience.
It was the moment when those things came together. Encred felt something burst in his head.
It was the moment when the inspiration that Sinar had given him ripened and fell as fruit.