Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 635

635. Go through the darkness

People see, think, and judge within the limits of their knowledge. The same was true of the wood elf called Woodguard.
Bran felt threatened. He saw this as the greatest crisis he had ever faced in the labyrinth.
Encred, on the other hand, was calm. There was no reason to be scared or panicked. So he did not panic or panic.
Instead, he did what he had to do. Think and swing his sword.

‘Knight of Death.’

A knight reborn with the power of the magic mirror.
Was that power different from when he was alive? In fairy terms, it might have become a stronger grass.
Did he become like that because he longed for life on the brink of death?
Or was he simply possessed by the magic mirror and forced to do things against his will?
He didn’t know.
The being blocking his eyes right now was a threat to the knight.
But was it really a threat?
Encred saw the soot and other things forming behind the fairy’s back, and he also saw the position of her feet, the angle at which she twisted her wrist.
His intuition was triggered by what he saw, and his thoughts accelerated.
When the fairy swung her sword, he had already raised it to block it.

earth!

Pel and Luagarne barely managed to capture the exchange of attacks between the two.
To them, it seemed like the fairy was swinging her sword at a designated location.
This was because Encred’s sword had ‘preemptively’ blocked it.
It was a moment created by accelerated thinking and insight. It was after a single sword exchange. There was more to see.

‘A sword that maximizes efficiency through restraint rather than flashiness.’

Encred figured out the nature of the sword his opponent was wielding.

‘Is the target a sword fight? Aiming for a bind?’

They say that if you swing your sword without thinking, you have no real combat experience.
Even if your brain is punctured and maggots nest inside, if you were a knight in life, you can’t have no intention when you swing your sword.
That intention is to strike the sword.
So I thought I was going for Bind, but that wasn’t it.
I struck once and retreated. Encred felt something like soot being transferred to the True Silver Sword.
I didn’t actually see it with my eyes. I felt it with my senses.
The dead fairy Arzilla couldn’t use her energy. Instead, she used the magic she received from the magic realm.
The source is the same. Didn’t Ester say that?
You can replace energy with something else. Of course, I don’t know the reason or cause for this.
Encred accelerated his thoughts and immersed himself in battle. With
one strike, the blade that bounced off flew in.
A heavy greatsword that didn’t match his slender figure fell from above.
It was a sword that was swung with minimal movement. It was an angle and speed that was difficult to avoid without blocking.
This time, it was the same as before. It was not intended to cut, but to induce the weapons to collide.
It was not like they were going to bind their swords together and engage in close combat.
The intention was clear, but the meaning contained within was unclear, and information that filled in the missing parts was heard from behind.

“Don’t cross fire with your weapons!”

Bran shouted. It was a fairy’s cry, so it was precious.
Meaning, moving soot by collision.
Seeking some change because of it.
It would be a change that would be advantageous to the dead fairy, but disadvantageous to Encred himself.
Everyone was behind, so no one could see Encred’s eyes. In the darkness, two blue eyes glowed.
Will, who rose from the realm of the unconscious, rushed his whole body.
His thoughts became faster and he opened his future vision.
His senses became sharp in line with his thoughts that could see an inch ahead.
After that, he left it to his instincts. Instinctively noticing the enemy’s weaknesses was Fel’s talent, but for Encred, it was also a skill.
So he dug, studied, insightful, and reconsidered. It could be said to be a process of indulgence. He tasted, tore, and enjoyed it. He honed and established it while sparring with Fel, so he could steal a piece of that talent and use it now.
The point is to see with insight and let the skills that are ingrained in his body naturally emerge through repeated training.
The will and determination that arose from the unconscious helped with that.

Chiririririring!

Encred granted the dead fairy’s wish.
His sword and my sword met, and they instantly bounced six more times.
The curse on the magic sword was transferred to the true silver sword. The weight of the sword changed. However, Encred’s movements, the sword did not stop.
The true silver sword was light, so it was okay for it to become twice as heavy.
After bouncing the sword six times and pushing it away. The true silver sword parted with the greatsword and gave a deep kiss to the neck of the fairy knight who rose from the dead.
That kiss was a straight, shining line, a gift from the god of death that rendered the dead fairy incapacitated once more.
The fairy’s hand, which was about to take out Kiaos from behind Encred, stopped.

Gulp.

Black blood flowed from the neck of the dead fairy. Since the blood in the body was limited, the black blood flowed out in trickles and then stopped.
The fairy knight whose head had been cut off fell forward with a thud, falling to his knees.
The soot left behind the knight who had lost his head gradually faded and disappeared.
The fallen one showed no sign of moving. I watched him in silence for a moment, but he did not move.

“let’s go.”

Encred confirmed that he was not moving and spoke calmly. It seemed that his tone of speech had naturally become calmer because he was used to hanging out with the fairy with restrained emotions.
In other words, he didn’t think much of what I did. But that was true for Encred.
The being that pounced before his eyes was not a real knight. He was only half of one.
Didn’t Shinar say that many times?

“There is no fairy knight who cannot use his spirit. Spirit is the foundation and origin of fairies, so it is like writing a letter without hands. If you say that you can write with your toes even if you don’t have hands, then I should say that it is like writing a letter without hands or feet.”

It was a subtle remark that was sandwiched between a joke.
Encred said that he could write it even with his mouth.
Shinar replied that he was a man who would write letters even if he had no mouth, even if it was between his eyelids.
It was a very serious conversation that did not seem like a joke at all.

“How did you do it?”

Zero approached and asked. No matter how much they were taught to control their emotions from a young age, fairies are still people. It was a question from a surprised fairy.

“I saw an opening and took advantage.”

Encred answered as he always did. There could be no clearer answer than that.

“Tch.”

Fel clicked his tongue. He watched the attack and defense, however clumsily. The results of Encred’s actions were similar to his usual swordsmanship. When I
asked what he had done, he realized that he had implemented a sword that moved on its own by detecting a weak point.
Did he feel like his specialty had been stolen? He didn’t. When you’re in the Mad Knights, technical exchanges are a given.
If you stop there, saying you’d rather have it stolen, it would only prove that you’ve reached your limit.
Limits are meant to be broken.
Fel learned that from Encred. However, he wasn’t completely dissatisfied. That’s why he clicked his tongue.

‘talent.’

It was something he would never say out loud, but Fel felt that his talent was lacking.
If he knew the ‘today’ that Encred had gone through up until now, he would never be able to do it.
Encred answered, his head spinning with several thoughts.

‘The training method following the meaning and implementation method.’

The experience of countless repeated sparring has captured the weaknesses of the opponent beyond the five senses. In other words, it can be called a swordsmanship that uses the sixth sense.
It doesn’t matter what is written in it, whether it’s Jeongjunghwankwaeyu or Jeongjunghwankwaeyu.
If it can touch the opponent’s body, it doesn’t matter how.
The meaning here is ‘a sword that sees weaknesses’.
The method of implementation is.

‘Insight and experience.’

The most important training method is repeated training.
Pel is able to implement all of this with his talent, even without any deep experience.

‘I was able to do this today thanks to the countless fights I’ve had.’

It is the work of changing what was implemented through instinct into theory. That also took only a short while.

“What the heck is this?”

Brando came over in surprise and said. The two remaining fairies were seen blinking their eyes several times.
Encred said while watching them.

“I don’t know what you have in your arms, but I hope you don’t plan on using it against Shinar.”

The flat tone of speech hit the core, cutting and tearing.
The fairy named Arcoiris was flustered. Do you know everything?
Encrid’s blue eyes stared straight at him.
The innocent fairy did not know lies, while Encrid was quick-witted and excellent at judging situations.

“I cannot leave Shinar as the devil’s bride.”

He said this several times before he came in and after he came out.
This had two meanings.
One was that he would save Shinar.

“I don’t know what’s in that bosom, but at the very least, it’s something that can kill Shinar, right?”

Encred spoke again.
The second meaning was that he would kill Shinar.
He would rather send her to the side of God than let her suffer as the bride of the devil.
Encred saw through it. He
didn’t have to think about it too deeply, but he could see it. He didn’t want to question her even though he knew.
Unless they were fairies who had wandered the continent and were worn down by the world, they wouldn’t know how to lie.
It was the same even then. The fairie named Arkoiris was speechless. It was wise to remain silent since she couldn’t tell a lie, but her eyes, gestures, and attitude said that they got the point across more clearly than the words she spoke.

“It was obvious. Knowing it doesn’t make any difference.”

Luagarne opened her mouth. I don’t know if it was meant as a consolation, but it seemed to ease some of the fairies’ confusion.

“……Let’s take a break.”

Bran said.
The passageway that led straight ahead could be stopped at any time.
That’s why it was possible to come in and go back before.
Encred also sat down on the floor. As he sat and looked at the black darkness blocking his way, a thought occurred to him.

‘It’s dangerous, so go back. Aim for the next one.’

That darkness seems to be saying so.
The malice is so vivid.
It doesn’t matter whether you fight the demonic realm or save someone. Whatever the purpose, this passage will eventually shake people’s hearts.
It allows you to escape by giving you the option to return at any time.
It was an element that made those with broken will run away.
Some people come in at the risk of sacrifice, but then, sensing failure, return.
If this is a war and the demonic realm and the city of fairies are assumed to be countries.

‘A form in which one side devours the other.’

The city of fairies lost its knights and many died here. The magic realm called the Labyrinth fed on their blood and flesh to grow its strength.
If they had used all their power as soon as they recognized the Magic Realm, they would have been able to destroy the Labyrinth even if there were sacrifices.

‘Then there would be no such thing as a courting demon.’

But the fairy was thinking of a way to deal with it without getting hurt. As time passed and several failures occurred, the demonic realm would have become a troublesome entity that was not easy to deal with.
By the time she finally tried to deal with it, it would have been too late.
Persistent malice.
It seemed as if the demonic presence was vaguely visible.
Proposing, taking the fairy as a bride would also be a similar task.
The thing wants to eat the fairy city. It wants to escape the labyrinth and come out into the world.

‘Is this the beginning of a large-scale demonic realm?’

If a city is eaten, that’s what it will be like.
Elvenheim, the human name for the city of fairies. If such a city of fairies becomes a magic realm, what should it be called?

‘Fairy Tomb? Elven Grave?’

Encred closed his eyes for a moment. He was not even sleepy, but he fell asleep.
He didn’t know if it was the boatman’s trick or if his body was naturally resting in preparation for the danger that was to come, but the boatman appeared in his dream.

“I don’t think you need to say anything else, but I’ll give you some advice.”

This is the word of a being holding a purple lamp on a rocking boat.

“advice?”

Encred tilted his head.

“Just throw away the remaining Frocks, Humans, and Elves around you and run away.”

The boatman chuckled. The clear malice in his laughter was unfamiliar.
Encred opened his eyes without answering.
He thought he had dozed off for a moment, but it was only enough time to blink a few times.
After filling his stomach with jerky and such. The elves naturally ate vegetables and fruits.
The party moved forward again.
What had they, including Bran, felt during their brief rest?
There was a strange heat among the elves.

“Demon Slayer.”
“Your Majesty, with all due respect.”

It was a compliment to Encred that came out of his mouth as well as his eyes. Even Zero spoke in a tone full of emotion.

“Save the devil, save our queen.”

I almost forgot, but Encred knew Shinar’s true identity.
Her name was Shinar Kirhais.
Elvenheim, meaning the home of the fairies, was a term humans used, and each actual elf city had a name.
The fairies would name their cities after the family that led them.
The city that Encred visited was called Kirhais.
Even in the elf city, where there was a council and the councilors ruled, there was a family that had a clear role beyond the symbolic.
It was the family of the kings who had ruled the city for generations.
Now, only Shinar remained, so she was the queen of this city.

“What’s more surprising is that it’s not a fairy tale joke.”

Encred said.

“yes?”

The fairy Brisa asked back.

“no.”

Queen, there is nothing more surprising than this. There were no more monsters. The passage gradually widened and transformed into a large space.
There was no more path leading to it. No, there were places that looked like passages here and there, but it would be more accurate to say that there was no need to go any further. We had arrived at our destination and the target was right in front of us.

“Sinaar.”

Shinar Kirhais, a colleague known as the Golden Witch, sat on a chair made of bone with her hands clasped together.