Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 647

647. Inspiration has come down

The city of the fairies was not small. The place Encred saw and stayed was only on the outskirts of the city.

‘It’s quite spacious.’

In terms of size alone, it might have been larger than the Border Guard.
The city of the fairies was divided into several large districts, connected by paths and magical elements.
It could have been called a labyrinth if Ragnar had come.

‘If it’s Ragnar, I’ll be lost for the rest of my life.’

Even if you try to find your way by climbing up the tree, there are many places where you are blocked by the thick leaves that act as a ceiling.
So Ragnar won’t be able to find his way here.
No, it’s a structure where even the most skilled people would easily get lost.
But it’s okay since fairies are used to it.

‘Is this why there are stories floating around about a lumberjack who was trapped in a fairy city and came out after decades?’

There was a story like that. One of the fairy tales was about a man who found a well and found a fairy bathing there, stole her clothes and ran away, and after wandering through the forest for twenty years, came out.
There were dozens of stories from this, and eventually there was a story about a man and a fairy having a child, and another story about a man who dropped an axe in a well and it turned into an axe made of silver.

‘Because a fairy tale is a fairy tale.’

But I could guess the reason why such a story was circulating. There must be a certain amount of mystery in this city.
The city is built inside with a wooden outer shell. The structure was roughly drawn in my head.
I naturally learned this because any fairy passing by would kindly answer my questions.

‘In a way, it could be considered a natural fortress.’

This is why the city of fairies doesn’t need walls.
Since the outer wall is made of wood, if you rush at it thinking that fire is its weak point, will it work? What if you pour oil on it and set it on fire?
You’ll burn the outer wall and start a large-scale fire. Then the fairies inside will come out one by one.
But will that be easy?

‘That’s because the devil attacked from within. If he had tried to attack from the outside, it would have been impossible.’

They are the ones who use regular manifestations and even utilize spirits. The power of the elven clan including Dryus and Woodguard was not weak.
Aside from using spirits, the ‘wall’ of the elven city that was originally used as an outer wall was the corpse of the dead Woodguard.
It would be difficult to burn it easily. I saw that Bran burned his body with tobacco and not a single burn mark remained.
However, Woodguard who approached fire was very unusual.
Encred dipped his body into the pond with his thoughts. It was called a pond, but it was closer to a lake.

‘Was this also included in the migration?’

It was called the Fairy Spring or the Healing Spring. It was a hot pool that melted away the tiredness of my body.
I could feel heavenly as I entered the pool after finishing my training.
And if I took a sip of the cold leaf tea prepared by the Fairy Clan.

Gulp gulp gulp gulp.

Encred felt a brief ecstasy. The hot air that washed away the impurities between his skin and pores brushed against his body, and the cool breeze blew over his head. The chilled leaf tea gave him the ultimate pleasure, like drinking water for the first time in ten days.

‘You’re killing me.’

After training and thinking all day, I would soak in here for two hours, which was my current routine.
I was surprised that they had included a pond the size of a lake in the list of places to move, but now I would feel very sad if I left it behind.
While I was resting like that, someone came splashing around from across the steaming pond.
The pond was wide. It could have been called a lake.
Since the temperature was high and the steam was rising, I didn’t really care who it was if I moved a little further away.
However, if it came close, I would naturally sense its presence even if I didn’t want to.
My five senses could guess the identity of the other person.

“What is it?”

Encred asked.

“Today is a day to soak.”
“Is it some kind of holiday that the Fairy Clan celebrates?”
“No, I decided that. This morning.”

Crazy fairy.

“Your expression is impudent. I am the queen of this city.”

Of course, it was Sinar.

“And I am the savior of the city.”
“You have the audacity to say I am the savior with my own mouth?”

It was a joke thrown out knowing Encred’s personality.

“Isn’t that right?”
“No, you’re not wrong.”

As Encred snickered, Shinar came closer, pushing through the steam. It was visible to the naked eye. But it was still in the water. He was up to his neck in the water, so nothing but his face could be seen.

‘Is that sad?’

No, that’s not it.

“You suggested a place to move to?”

Shinar asked, splashing water. The water, which was scented with flowers and grass, splashed onto Encred’s forehead. Shinar waved his hand to splash water, and part of her body briefly came out of the water and caught his eye.
A part of something pure white and round, like an arm.
Encred nodded obediently.

“I did it because it was a good place to be.”
“Thank you.”

Somehow, it seemed like Sinar was saying thank you more often than before.

“I thought you were pressuring me not to leave the city?”
“I was telling the truth.”
“I heard and experienced that distorting facts is a specialty of fairies.”
“What is that? There is no such thing as a lie in our society.”

If you see Shinar blinking his eyes as if he doesn’t know, it won’t be easy to say that he’s disgusting.
With that appearance, it’s a fraud to do that. If it were a normal man, wouldn’t his eyes have already turned into hearts and he’d give away his soul and everything?

“Oh well. I guess you’ve already erased the lie you told in the labyrinth from your memory.”

You probably haven’t forgotten that lie you told about becoming the Queen of Demons.

“Your speech is rude.”
“Oh, yes.”

In between the lame jokes, words of thanks are exchanged again.

“then.”

Sinar stepped out of the room. Encrid didn’t take his eyes off her, so he saw some of her naked body. It wasn’t because he had any other intention.

“When did you get that scar?”

The scars that were briefly visible on her forearm extended to her back. The burns were brutally distorted.
Shinar knew that her body was horribly distorted. That was why she didn’t take a bath with Encred, even though she had the chance.
If she had come in, she could have easily soaked in the same water, but Shinar skillfully avoided that situation.
The water flowed down the burn marks on her back, dripping down her thighs.
The burn marks were clear from her back to her calves. It seemed as if someone had carefully burned her with a soldering iron. It was a burn that was painful to look at.

“The healing spring is said to be effective in many ways.”

Instead of answering Encred’s question, Sinar spoke. It was a scar that had not been erased because it had to be remembered.
When Encred tilted his head, Sinar smiled and continued.

“I can remove some of these burn marks and make them disappear. Then you’ll be able to see your white skin.”
“Yes, so?”
“You’ll be able to touch it.”
“…….”
“It’ll be fun. Very fun.”

Why did I have such a serious conversation with that fairy?
Encred turned his head away with eyes full of self-loathing.

“Let’s stay together forever. Child of dreams and possibilities.”

The fairy said.

“Is that a curse?”
“It’s a blessing.”

Shinar smiled like a flower in full bloom. It was the same smile she had in her dream.
Seeing that, Encred also couldn’t help but smile.
In any case, it seemed like her worries had disappeared.
Shinar left.
Encred wanted to immerse herself in the water a little longer. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the water, and the warmth enveloped her body. In that warmth, Encred fell into deep thought.
Sometimes, inspiration comes unexpectedly, and now was one of those times.

‘Sina’s scars were not erased.’

It must be to not forget his mistakes.
Now he decided to face them and overcome them. It is not about right or wrong, but walking for tomorrow. Just as
Encred’s own temperament affects those around him, sometimes the positive changes he gave would come back to him in return.
Shinar’s change stimulated something in Encred’s heart.
He wondered what the connection was, but inspiration suddenly filled his head. Things that were scattered like clues mixed and scattered repeatedly, and then woven into certain rules to form a frame.
He saw a vision beyond the nail made of seaweed.

“It’s my fault. So don’t forget me.”

Was it the remnants of the devil?
Or was it just a thought that spread out and got mixed up in the middle?
It didn’t really matter. Once Encred entered a state of concentration, he forgot everything around him.
The illusions dispersed, and Encred didn’t really remember anything. He
dug into one thing and forgot about himself, the sword, and the world, and only focused on establishing the inspiration that had come to him.
He was lucky. There was nothing to disturb him. The large pool called the healing spring gently floated his body on the water, so he wouldn’t drown.
Thanks to this, his body temperature wouldn’t drop and he wouldn’t have to worry about food.
While he would be hungry in the spring, he would also be able to provide some nutrients to his body even without eating.
Well, that’s probably why it was the healing spring.
Some Drues would intentionally fast and soak in the spring for two days. They knew that this would help them recover more easily.
In addition, the hot water would circulate the blood in their bodies and help them think faster.
Did the Fairy Council in the past even hold meetings by soaking in the Fairy Spring?
Mixed inspiration, formulation of the theory, the first thing that came to mind was self-reproach.

‘I was arrogant.’

I had recently finished making the wavebreaker sword and was reminded that I had enough inspiration, but it wasn’t.

‘There is no end.’

At that time, I felt like I had seen the end, but no. My thoughts were stretching out on their own and opening up a path. A new world, different from the one in which Encred opened his swordsmanship, was about to open up inside him.
Now was the time for that process. I took whatever I needed to accept that newness.
I dug through a few memories and pulled out one of the situations I had passed by.
The one that came to mind now was when I entered the city of fairies and
was hit by an arrow. I recognized the arrow and shattered it.
I heard the sound of the wind. I did that with the sensory skills I learned from Sachsen.
Encred called it the realm of the sixth sense or something. Sachsen
didn’t necessarily interfere with it, but later on, he showed me how to lump it all into one category called sensory skills.
There was no need to divide the things that deal with the senses into names in the first place. That’s what I wanted to say.
Another example is Endure. If it was natural to focus on Will and increase the strength of the skin and muscles, there was no need to call it a separate skill.

‘But can anyone do that?’

Naturally, you use Will and use the technique? Is that easy?
What if you had trained without naming the technique from the beginning?
I wouldn’t have given up, but it must have been too difficult up until now.
I doubt if I would have reached the level of a knight right away.
Just imagining it made me feel floating and dizzy. It felt like falling off a cliff with my limbs tied up.
I was lucky. Maybe the goddess of fortune was really looking after me.
Anyway.

‘Step-by-step growth is necessary.’

Especially for me, it was even more so.
Theories and knowledge, the foundations, were built by traveling around the continent and meeting various instructors.
Some of them said the same thing, some said different things, and some tried to organize theories and build a system.

“What works for some people might not work for you. So please, leave me alone, because this isn’t a method designed to teach people who are less talented than me. Now.”

I remembered what one of the instructors had said. He was the one who had begged me to get out of here because he couldn’t teach me anymore. He wasn’t a bad person.
He could have threatened and suppressed me with force, but he ended it with words.
Well, I wouldn’t have listened to him even if he had used force.
Even after hearing those words from him, he had kept insisting for three months that he would learn more.
Then I remembered the words of an old prosecutor who had settled in a coastal city that still left a deep impression on me.

“You have to find your own way. How do you find it? You have to review and reflect. Walk the path that others walk, but choose the path that you can take from that path. Use what you can and throw away what you can’t.”

Some of what he said was right and some of it was wrong.

‘There’s nothing to throw away.’

I couldn’t move forward unless I spent everything I had and lived a very frugal life. So I did that.

‘Even if it’s a tantrum.’

I will move forward even if I have to crawl. My
determination became my will and shined, and my will shone and illuminated my dreams.
Things accumulated in the library of experience came out and haphazardly rummaged through my mind. Several days passed like that. On the road I had been wandering for several days, Encred saw a milestone.

‘Yeah, milestone.’

Skills are milestones. It’s about naming them and determining how to train them.

‘The beginner’s task is to train in the art of handling the Will.’