Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 648

648. It can be completed because it is not perfect.

It is for the same reason that the junior knights name and train Will.
Beyond that level, you can call it intermediate, and intermediates develop skilled skills and personality.

‘What Lebart didn’t have, Jamal, the Knight of Azpen, had.’

Both were impressive opponents. That is to say, they are unforgettable even if we repeat today.
The difference between the two from the library of experience was clear. Their individuality is clearly evident.
Their fighting style is similar. They focused on warfare at ground level, but Jamal had a unique style of robbery.

‘It is an intermediate condition.’

Individuality, the difference in skill that is clearly evident.
Through experience, knowledge is accumulated. That is what becomes theory. In other words, it is a system.
Encred was in the process of establishing a system.

‘The higher level is not bound by technology.’

Rem and Ragnar, Saxon and Audin are like that. They give names to their skills but do not cling to them.

‘He even stereotyped me by saying he would teach me.’

That’s how Rem taught the giants, and so did Audin, Ragnar, and Saxon.
And they went one step further through it. I know because I watched from the side.

‘This is why an established theory or system is needed.’

A path that is walked solely by intuition cannot be certain. Sometimes, you have to look back on the path you have taken to move forward.

‘No, even if you walked without wavering in your confidence, looking back on what you have gone through is helpful.’

Ragnar, a genius, also went forward only after looking back on his past path.
Swordsmanship requires meaning, implementation, and training methods.
In a similar way, Encred designed a training method to become a knight.
Again, he was lucky in many ways. If
he had taken away just a few experiences from his past life, he would not have come this far.
However, life is originally a flower that blooms between miracles called coincidences.
Just as there is no point in regretting the path he did not take, there is no reason to feel relief from the path he has already taken.
What is needed is an unchanging attitude toward life.
Encred had not changed before or after becoming a knight. That is why it could be said that he has come to the present.
In any case, it could be said that he was lucky in that there was nothing that could hinder him here at the moment.
He immersed himself even more in himself.
The standard Encred had conceived was the standard for a knight.
Of course, this alone cannot be used to divide a knight’s fighting power. To be exact, victory or defeat cannot be discussed.
A fight to the death is influenced by many factors.
Even I caught Urquero Jamal myself.

‘At that time, I was close to being a beginner.’

According to the standards he has set now, yes. Even if the system is completed, this won’t be everything.
At that time, Jamal was a mature mid-level player.
The difference between winning and losing came from the difference in the will he had.

‘The size of the will.’

Not only personality, but also the characteristics of will, divinity, and sorcery will affect the battle.
However, you can’t put all of them into a system.
Dividing the possible and the impossible, when you become a knight, you don’t get drunk on omnipotence, but you do it right away.
It’s the same now.
Encred divided, divided, and established a system.

‘No matter what it is, it can’t be perfect.’

But I was able to complete it. It is more important to complete it and move on.
I hope for an imperfect tomorrow, not a perfect today, so I can complete it.
That is why I did it.
The difference between beginner, intermediate, and advanced.

‘For now, let’s deal with Will.’

The difference in combat power must be considered in terms of the degree of physical training, compatibility, etc.
Therefore, the victory or defeat of the fight is separate.
However, in order to fix the method of training and training, this form is necessary.
Establishment soon becomes theory, and theory becomes a system.
Encred opened his eyes. Except for the minimum training, he only went to the Fairy Spring for a week. Then, in the end, he did not come out of the spring for two days.

“I thought I drowned.”

When I opened my eyes, I heard a voice. Luagarne said this while puffing out her cheeks. It wasn’t the size of her cheeks that seemed particularly dissatisfied.
Encred blinked several times. The steam that had formed around her eyes fell like sweat, and a few more flowed down her face.
Her skin felt several times smoother than before.

“Still, there aren’t as many fairies waiting like before.”

Encred also felt that a considerable amount of time had passed and spoke. He had not fainted, but had entered a state of concentration, immersed in himself. He was somewhat aware of the passage of time.

“It’s a hasty judgment.”

Feldo was there. He spoke while standing miserably.
Encrid was still intoxicated with the joy of opening up a new world. He joked in that mood.

“Seed, tell me what happened.”
“Who is the seed?”

Fel was furious, but he didn’t deny it outright. In fact, he might have admitted it. He
might have said that he would do it if only he could get Felman to do it instead of Lawford.
Encred got up and wiped himself, and his whole body was wrinkled. His fingers had swelled in the water and were as big as Frock’s. The last one was natural, since he had been soaking in water for two days.

“I guess you like the shape of my fingers.”

Luagarne said.
Encred snickered, wiped herself off, and put on her clothes. She didn’t know when she had brought them, but they were not her original clothes, but fairy clothes.
It was a shirt and pants woven with green thread. There was even underwear, and on one side, her weapons and armor were laid out.
Encred put on only the clothes. It seemed rough, but it softly wrapped around her body, giving her a warm feeling. It felt like she was wrapped in leaves soaking up the sunlight.
She wasn’t particularly thirsty. She wasn’t that hungry either.

“The fairies started gathering little by little, but today they have grown significantly.”

As Luagarne spoke, Encred came out of the pond and walked along the narrow path that the fairies were proud of, which was clearly the labyrinth passage for Ragnar.
In front of them, hundreds of fairies were gathered as if waiting for something, just as Luagarne had said.
Why? Judging by their appearance, it seemed like they were gathered because they were worried about Encred, who hadn’t come out of the fairy spring for two days.
It didn’t seem like they would gather like this.
Somehow, they seemed more active and enthusiastic than when they went to solve the labyrinth.
Even so, the fairies’ enthusiasm wasn’t really visible on the outside.

“It came out.”

Drues, with her captivating green eyes, covered her mouth with a leaf and spoke.
Some of the Drues, who were quite shy, would sometimes cover their faces when speaking.
They were reluctant to interact with other fairies in the first place, so they would not come forward unless absolutely necessary, but they came forward to check on Encred.
The fairies, who only went out five times a year at most, waited in this spot for two days to see Encred.

“Shouldn’t the healer check the body?”
“Should I?”
“Wouldn’t it be enough if I did it?”
“It came out of the well. There was nothing wrong with the body.”

Fairies don’t make a fuss. They maintain a rational and reasonable attitude to control their emotions.
It’s not that noisy now. However, it did look like a market. Everyone was gathered in a group.
Among them, a short-haired fairy stepped forward and approached.
There was no Ermen or Sinar, but no one stopped her, so she seemed to be a fairy who had an appointment or authority.

“If you are not feeling well, can you come with me?”

In reality, only this one fairy had any business. The rest gathered because they were worried.
Encred was starting to feel it on his skin.

“There are hundreds of fairies who would gladly offer to trim your fingernail if you break even one.”

It was something Luagarne said, and while the expression may be a bit exaggerated, it wasn’t exactly wrong.
Encrid is the savior of the fairies.
The meaning of those words is clear.
He became an idol that the entire fairy clan paid attention to.

“That’s too much.”

Encred muttered. There is nothing wrong with receiving favorable looks from someone, having my work acknowledged, and hearing cheers.
But too much is too much. Even now, whenever he opens his mouth, there are hundreds of fairies who close their mouths and look at him with glassy eyes.
In an instant, the sound disappears and only the gaze remains. Isn’t this an attack of gazes comparable to that of the demon ‘Argos’ who lives in the demon realm, the mother of Evileye?
Argos is said to be one of the demons from the demon realm, a gigantic monster with a hundred eyes embedded in its entire body.

“Where?”

Encred asked, avoiding all the gazes. The fairy standing before him was tall, with short red hair and eyes that were a soft orange, and his hands were covered in scars.
And he smelled different from other fairies.
Instead of the scent of grass and flowers, he smelled of ash and fire. It was the same scent that Eitri smelled.
With just a quick glance, Encred could guess what the opponent was doing.
His insight had become much more excellent since he had created the Wavebreaker sword technique and established the knightly level just a moment ago.

“They say there’s a clan of fairies that control fire.”
“Yes, they’re the clan that creates Ages and Fairy weapons. I met them in passing a while ago. I’m Repratio.”

The one who represents the family uses the name of that family. It’s like Ermen.
The fairy standing in front of Encred was, to put it simply, the best blacksmith of the fairy clan.

“The fairy creates a companion weapon. And it can have the same effect as an engraved weapon.”

The fairy only tells the truth. He had no reason to lie or beat around the bush.

“I would like to make a weapon for the demon slayer, Sir.”

The interpretation was that he would make a engraved weapon, but instead of showing any emotion or joy, Encred scratched his chin in a trembling manner.

“I’m sorry.”

Encred also spoke openly because he had nothing to hide.

“Because there’s already someone who promised to make it.”

Unless it is a very special case, there can be no two engraved weapons. Since it is a weapon that was made by engraving my will in the first place, isn’t it an ‘engraved’ weapon?

“Then please let me give you a gift.”

Lafratio continued without showing any sign of embarrassment. Encred nodded.
There was no need to refuse something that was given. He had already received many things. But
what the fairy blacksmith gave was something different.
Weapons and armor, Encred was rather greedy in these areas.
He did not deny the saying that a good weapon is a skill.
It may be something that a group of mercenaries would say, but the essence did not change.

‘A knight with a good sword.’

He and the bare-handed knight fight. Who would have the advantage?
If he can gain an advantage, he will do anything.
Encrid was still the same. No matter what enlightenment he gained, his essence remained the same. His attitude toward life did not change.
He passed by the place where the elves were gathered and headed to his workshop.

Ta-ang!

It was once a district where Shinar was obsessed with fire and iron.
It was a corner of the city of fairies, and if I had to add, this area was the opposite of the Woodguard’s territory, which avoided fire.
I could see fairies working iron, each concentrating on their work, with a large brazier.
Between the large open spaces, I could see a black brazier and a bellows made by hollowing out the inside of a tree stump, which seemed to have been made with some secret method.
Even though fairies do not forge weapons with moonlight or leaves,
they use fire to handle iron. This was an unchanging truth and proposition. All of them were sweating and making what they wanted.
I thought of Eitri for no reason. The person who would make his engraved weapon would be waiting for him.

‘Will you be disappointed that I broke the True Sword?’

It won’t be. It was a sword that was given to me to break in the first place. I knew that even without Eitri saying it.
Also, thanks to the sword he gave me, I was able to escape a dangerous moment.
When I met him, I wanted to tell him that ‘luck’ really brought me luck.
So there’s no need for Encred to make a engraved weapon here.

“It’s Penna.”

however.

“Written.”

Encred licked his lips. The development of his insight also helped him to recognize weapons. He could tell without even holding it.
It was the item that Lafratio had brought as a gift. It was a sword that was as good as the engraved weapon, worthy of being called a masterpiece.
It was such a great sword that it was doubtful whether Eitri could make anything better.