Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 663

663. The price and the gift

Azpen and the Holy Nation also tried to train knights, but they only knew that the illegal method had its limits.
Of course, those who were created through illegal methods would be a disaster for ordinary soldiers, but they could not be the opponents of real knights.
Encred chose the direct method even though he did not know any of these circumstances. He knew it by feeling, but it was not something to worry about.
He moved according to the theory he had established on the path he had taken.
Lawford and Pell looked at him with their mouths tightly shut in front of him.

“If I ask again, will the answer be the same?”

Encred asked once more. It is always right to renew one’s resolve.

“Yes, I want to.”
“No matter how many times you ask, the answer is the same. If you’re worried about talent, then yes, it may seem that way to you. But I won’t stop there.”

Lawford answered plainly, and Pel seemed to be somewhat angry, but Encred nodded as if it didn’t matter.
Lawford clenched his molars. Even though he had lost his provocation skills, he had no intention of losing this far.
If there was a path to becoming a knight, he would go. He would digest any training.
Lawford’s determination shone like a star.
Pel was no different.

‘I have talent too. Not as much as the captain, though.’

The Idol Killer is said to be a sword that will eventually devour its master. However, he held this sword because he thought he could win. So he will show that he will win. Would the shepherd of the wilderness stop here?
Perseverance and self-denial are the basic qualities of a shepherd. He was determined.
Anyone could see it. Encred calmly collected his thoughts and spoke.

“Put the sword down.”
“……Yes?”

Lawford, who had been nervous, answered the unexpected question.

“Disarm.”

Encred spoke again. The two felt a vague sense of foreboding in those words.
Pell and Lawford made quick eye contact. Is it body training? Isolation techniques? We’ve done that a lot already.
Meanwhile, Anne came into the training room in the morning.

“Why are you calling me when you’re busy?”
“You’re calling me to do something.”
“What on earth are you trying to do?”

Following Anne, Seiki came too. He walked with light steps, almost like he was jogging. The rag-and-rag saint was next to him.

“If I coach you, your skills will improve faster.”

The saint said, What are you guiding me about?

“Let me try it first.”

Seiki answered. What should we do first?
A question occurred in Lawford and Pel’s minds at the same time.
Audin came next to Encred, holding a metal club. It was a small weapon in Audin’s hand, thicker than the arm of an average adult male.
Audin wasn’t the only one holding it, Rem was also holding one.

“I was against it.”

And then I heard Luagarne’s words.

“I decided to take a different path.”

Teresa chimed in.
Lawford had the same gut feeling as when his mother called him when she found the bedsheets he had urinated in as a child.
This is not good.
Fel felt the same way. He remembered the time when he had been caught stealing cheese that had been left to age by the elders when he was a shepherd.
This was really not good.
Both of their intuitions were sharp.

“I said I was ready, so if he runs away, just beat him and bring him back. Ragnar, Saxony.”
“Okay.”
“I won’t cut off his ankles.”

Ragnar and Saxon’s voices were heard from behind. The escape route was blocked.
Lawford looked back and met Ragnar’s eyes.
He knew very well how unforgiving Ragnar was in the duel. Ragnar looked at him with something like sympathy in his eyes.

“Lord Ragnar?”
“Take it.”

Ragnar ignored Lawford’s question. Pell saw that now was the time.

“Jump!”

He shouted, but it was already too late. What could they do in a place where the main force of the Mad Knights had gathered?
Soon, the two put down their weapons and stood in front of Encred, wearing only a thin set of clothes and even their boots.
Rem, holding a club, laughed heartily.

“Oh, boy, I really hate this. I hate it so much, I really don’t want to do it, but I can’t help it.”
“It’s for the sake of you two brothers.”

Audin took the words.

“Start by tapping the entire body.”

Encred said.

“……What are you saying?”

Pel denied reality.

“Audin.”
“Yes, brother. I am ready.”

It all starts with pulling Will out of the subconscious, beating him all over his body. Encred believed so.
It might be more effective if he gets beaten right up to death.

“Hey, are you all crazy?”

Fel rebelled once more. Lawford bowed his head and gave up. In the meantime, Encred clearly saw the difference in their temperaments.
Lawford had calculated and realized early on that it was inevitable, while Fel knew it intuitively but was just denying it.

Bam!

“100 million!”

The strength left Fel’s legs with a single blow. It was such a delicate blow. Rem had trained with a passion to defeat Encred. His strength control was perfect.
Audin was a veteran who had beaten Encred’s body before. He was more than just used to this kind of thing; he was skilled at it.
The club flew and struck Lawford’s shoulder.

Bam!

“evil!”

A groan and a scream came out of Lawford’s mouth. Then the club struck the two knights’ bodies. After striking for a while, Rem spoke.

“Isn’t this the establishment of corporal punishment rather than the establishment of a system?”

It was better to just pat him on the whole body and talk. It wasn’t exactly wrong.
Say that before you get beaten up. You savage.
Lawford and Pell had a brief moment of understanding, but they didn’t show it.
The next day, and the day after that, the same routine continued.

“There is always a seat if you want it.”

Encred also showed favor to Teresa on one side.

“I’m fine.”

Teresa refused without even taking a breath. It wasn’t because she was not prepared.
It was because she couldn’t say it. She had already found her way. Her methods were quite different from theirs.
Knocking was literally just enhancing a person’s senses. If that was the case, there would be no need for beating with a club.
After that, Encred guided the two to the path.
It wasn’t something like “I’ll knock hard.” It was something only someone who had actually walked from the bottom of the mountain to the top could say. It was
even something that someone who had paved the way and set up milestones in the meantime said.

“You want to receive Pel’s brilliant move in the same way? You block it in your own way.”

Encred spoke to Lawford, and then to Pell.

“You too. Don’t try to predict Lawford’s calculations and read the next move. Don’t predict, but turn the board over. Use your athletic ability, use an unexpected move, or whatever means you use.”

This is the gist.

“There’s no need to give a bow to someone who’s good at swordsmanship.”

Rem, who was listening from the side, nodded.

“That’s right. That’s why I gave every single one of my men an axe. They look good with axes.”

It was a bit far-fetched, but it wasn’t wrong. Rem’s men were so reckless that they looked reckless on the outside.
Ragna, Audin, and even Saxon listened to Encrid’s words.
Ultimate, Maintenance, and All-Purpose. Broadly speaking, they were divided into three categories, and further divided into Skill Type and Training Type.

‘I think it would be more appropriate to divide it into sense and calculation now.’

Or you can put sense and calculation into types.
No theory is perfect. I believe that if you fix it one by one, you will find a way.

“Are you sure about this?”

Fel, who was covered in bruises all over his body, asked.
Encrid was honest even if he hadn’t been tainted by a fairy. Especially when there was no need to lie.

“No.”
“Then?”
“I believe it can be done.”

Pel ground his molars. A crunching sound was heard.

“Let’s see if I become stronger than you.”

The resentment he felt at those words was no less than that of an evil spirit. It seemed that if Pel died now, an evil spirit that would eat other demons would be born.

‘Plural?’

No, that’s not it.
Encred thought and shook his head internally. Lawford gave up with his eyes looking endlessly gloomy, then regained his resolve.
In Encred’s view, Lawford looked calm on the outside, but he had a strong disposition that hated losing.

‘You could divide temperament by personality.’

That was also the training type and the art type that he divided.
So Pel spends time learning techniques, and Lawford spends more time training his body.
There is no particular right or wrong. Lawford hates to show off, so he is honest, and Pel is the type that talks about talent with his own mouth and shows everything, so he is absorbed in the technical part.

‘The swordsmanship of the two is represented by sense and calculation.’

They were the perfect test subjects. It was a coincidence, but they had completely opposite temperaments and were aware of each other.
Even if the training they were doing now didn’t become a milestone for becoming a knight, there would still be something left.

‘At least I’ll wear armor.’

Normally, you could write by going up to the top of the article.

‘It must be written at the level of a junior knight.’

The future city, the ironclad, the stronghold, they’re all like that.

‘You have to know how to do it before you can use Will unconsciously.’

It is the path to becoming a knight. No, it is a prerequisite for becoming a knight. It could be said to be basic.
Encred was learning while teaching. Also, these two already had some level of qualifications.

‘Except for the armor.’

So just fill it in.
Depending on your temperament, you may or may not learn the future poem, but you should still be able to do the basics.
What you need more than that is the strong kick and the iron plate.
Strong kick is the skill that left the strongest impression on Encred. How could you forget the moment when the semi-knight kicked the ground and went out, when you first saw it on the battlefield?
Lawford and Fel also knew how to do strong kick. They weren’t very good at it, so I helped them train in that part too.
If you train until your thigh muscles burst and train repeatedly, you’ll be fine.
Lawford asked in the middle of it for some reason.

“I would like to pass on this special training method to my subordinates.”

Encred didn’t know yet if the current training method was the right system to make a knight, but he believed that it was helpful to everyone.

‘To this extent.’

Even in terms of the intensity of the training he was doing, he was still at the beginner level.
Sharing is a way to create a system and raise the overall skill level, but that was the path that the Border Guard Standing Force was taking unintentionally.
Now, it was not even a standing force, but a unit of lunatics.

“If you have a system, you can see the way. Then you can catch up with talent, even if you can’t get ahead of it.”

Encred spoke and pondered the meaning himself. In any case, it was something that took time. It could have been quite boring for some.
However, Encred simply did it as if he were repeating the day calmly.
This was also Encred’s specialty.

“It doesn’t seem boring, but would you like to hang out with me?”

That was the day. Esther showed up in human form for the early morning training. Sparring against a wizard was a little different, but it wasn’t like I didn’t care either.
There was no reason to refuse. I nodded and Esther said let’s go right away.

“Audin, I would like to ask you to train today.”
“Yes, brother.”

Encred left Lawford and Fel in the hands of Audyn. Esther was holding a long staff in the same robe as before.
It was the first time I had seen her holding a staff, but it was something she had since Encred had picked up the apostle’s and given it to her as a gift.
Didn’t she say that she used some of the metal from the staff and then cut off some and gave it to Eitri?

“I received this well. So what I’m going to do from now on is like a price to pay.”

Esther said as they left the city. Encred thought Esther looked embarrassed, but it was an attitude that didn’t suit a witch, so he thought it was a mistake.
It wasn’t easy to read the emotions of fairies or witches.
The two headed straight for the mountain range. A soldier who recognized the two from a tower-shaped guard post in the middle saluted them.

“Good work.”

Encred passed by, greeting her, and Esther passed by without even glancing at him.

“Do you remember how to deal with a wizard?”
“Yes. If you see one, just cut it down.”
“Okay, now it’s time to deal with a prepared wizard.”

Hmm?
Encred felt a sense of detachment along with Esther’s words. Suddenly, it felt like she was far away, not right next to him.
At the same time, Encred could suddenly see a mud giant grabbing his foot. It seemed like
only his hands, head, and shoulders were sticking out from the ground and grabbing his ankle. It
confused his senses and tied his foot. It was a simple tactic, but it was effective.
Encred reacted as soon as he realized it.
First, he cut the wrist of the mud giant that was holding his foot. Penna emitted a light blue light and cut the wrist of the spell creature. Phew- The mud should have spread into the air and disappeared, but instead, it gathered in the air and turned into a net.

‘It’s beyond my expectations.’

The future city did not activate. The opponents were magicians, those who sought change. Therefore, this was natural.

“Magic always wants change. If that change is read by the target, you have to put down your wand and let it go. Oh, it’s also fun to know but not be able to stop it.”

Esther’s voice was heard from somewhere. Instead of answering, Encred swung his penna. He
planted both feet on the ground. At the same time, he saw the net flying. Encred brought up the sensation he had felt when cutting the walking fire.

‘Should I avoid it? No, I won’t avoid it.’

If Esther demands an unexpected change, it is to maintain the status quo as much as possible and accept it to maintain a tactical position.
Magic and spells also have a knot. If I had to describe it, it was like a scent that you smell for the first time. It
is invisible,
but it exists. It exists,
but it is difficult to express. However, if you perceive it, you will be able to understand the knot.
It was the result of cutting and enduring spells countless times today.
Instead of moving recklessly, Encred repeatedly drew lines with his right arm from bottom to top and top to bottom to cut the spell with his sword.
The net that had turned from mud to sticky spider web was cut. Penna’s cutting power was not useless just because the target was a spell.
Esther continued to recite and throw spells.

‘surely.’

She knew after observing. After cutting the walking fire, Encred learned to see the knots of the spell. She
instinctively poked and poked at the gaps in the spell. Most of the magic was ineffective with that.

‘Cut the order.’

With a little more development, it will be possible to suppress orders.

‘A non-magician suppresses magical powers?’

The current sparring was helping with that. If that man were to become an enemy, it would be like teaching him a deadly method, but he didn’t really care.
Of course, if other witches or wizards saw it, they would be terrified, but if they were, Esther would blame them instead.
Let’s say there’s a technique to cut spells.
Then, why stop the knowledge from spreading?
They’re all just fools.
I know that there have been people who fought for that reason for countless years, but Esther didn’t think it was her business.
Encred hung out with Esther once a week, and that’s when rumors of the Black Flower’s victory began to spread within the barracks.

“The Golden Witch has returned.”

When spring was in full swing, Shinar returned.

“I brought you a gift. Your fiancé.”

The reputation of the Golden Witch remained true. Her blonde green eyes stared straight at Encred.
She spoke of gifts without hesitation and picked out the ages.