Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 669

669. The Demonic Commander

If there is a beginning, there is an end.
Being intoxicated by gluttony and savoring delicacies.
Being intoxicated by the rhythm of music and pleasure.
A man and a woman exploring each other’s bodies.
Everything has an end.
Encred raised his arm and wiped away the blood flowing from his nose. The excitement was fading. He enjoyed the process more than the joy of victory, so he was just calm. Just as he had initially calculated, Penna was enough.

“I thought I was going to drop out in the middle.”

The female swordsman said. She was on one knee and had her head up.
Those who had been hiding here and there, noticing that the atmosphere had cooled down, became onlookers.
The little girl, with her eyes wide open, raised her voice and asked.

“Did you win?”

The answer was given by the female swordsman.

“Oh, I lost.”

From the beginning, there was no life and no killing intent. It was not a fight to kill, but a fight to gauge.
It could be said that it was a somewhat rough duel. That is why Encred did not swing his sword with determination.

‘The outcome of a fight is not determined by skill alone.’

There is something I have realized anew. When I compare myself to the swordsman in front of me, I have the upper hand in skill.
But what if this was a real fight?

‘That woman didn’t show everything she had.’

Of course, Encred didn’t show everything he had.

“Why aren’t you tired?”

The female swordsman asked. Encred observed the woman’s face a few more times and then recalled his memories.

“I wonder where I’ve seen you before.”
“Huh? Do you know me?”

First of all, it was a relationship I had seen in passing in the past. The reason it didn’t come to mind right away was because the time I had seen it was short, and the reason it came to mind now
was because the woman’s appearance was impressive. The fact that her appearance had not changed much over time was probably the reason why the memories that had sunk deep down came back.
It was the day when Ger and Pit, my comrades when I was a mercenary, whose names were now vague memories, died, and it was the time when I was given the nickname of the guy who killed his comrades.

‘The swordsman who killed the thief at that time.’

It was a female prosecutor who had barged in at the moment when I was barely holding on thanks to the sacrifice of Ger and Pete.
Now that I think about it, that nickname of killing my comrades had been following me for a long time. That was why I had turned from being a mercenary to being a guide.

“At that time, I thought she was a woman disguised as a man.”

Encred said. I think it was because his hair was short. The chest armor covered his chest, so if only his face was covered, it would be difficult to tell his gender.
His hair was much longer now than it was then.
It was a connection that had passed him by during his mercenary days, and now he was seeing it again here.

“Yeah, this is my first time seeing you.”

The female swordsman said. Encred had seen many people, but it had been a long time since she had seen someone look at her so unprejudicedly.
They literally only seemed to admire her swordsmanship, and it seemed as if they didn’t even notice her appearance.

“I saw it in passing a long time ago.”

Encred said, putting away his sword. His opponent had no will to fight and was the one who saved him. Even if it wasn’t his intention, that was the result.

“Oh, no. I remember people’s faces well.”

For some reason, the woman’s words had a strong scent of Ragnar.

“Why did you jump in?”

Encred didn’t ask because it had been so long that he couldn’t remember.
He was sure that he wasn’t trying to kill him.

“I was starting to boil over when I saw it.”

The woman said with a smile. It was a smile and words that revealed her true feelings without any pretense.
However, if someone else had heard it, it would have been a bit absurd
. It would have been natural to ask if that was the only reason.
However, Encred understood right away. When your blood boils, it can be like that.

“crazy.”

Vengeance, who had been watching from one side, shook his head and said. To him, the idea that he rushed in because his blood was boiling was no different from crazy.
His life was one where he died from blind swords or arrows, to the point where he thought that he was lucky to have survived through the battlefield where swords and arrows were exchanged.

‘One of those times, Captain Encrid saved my life.’

It was thanks to the person who carried him out of the burned tent when he was looking so pitiful and jealous.
Encred glanced at Vengeance and pretended to recognize him with his eyes.
When he called the security force, the security captain came. He must have rushed over immediately after hearing the scale of the incident.
Vengeance gestured to several archers who had shot arrows. Soon, the soldiers who had surrounded the area lowered their crossbows.
Encred and the female swordsman also noticed that the soldiers were gathering and that the crossbowmen had surrounded them, but they ignored them and left them alone.
Vengeance and the soldiers also knew that they could not control them. However, they could not just watch, so it was natural.
The Border Guard security force was not controlling the knights, but buying time.
Looking at the current situation, it was showing how deadly the existence of knights was on the continent.

‘A disaster that walks alone.’

In Vengeance’s opinion, that was what a knight was. If that knight had swung his sword without thinking, dozens or even hundreds of people would have died on the spot.
Of course, that woman would have had her head blown off by Encred’s sword.
Also, usually, they wouldn’t have sent one knight in to infiltrate and commit this kind of massacre.
Knights were too precious for that.
Also, they were people, so if they were shot with hundreds of arrows, they could get hit once. Even if they were protected by armor, they wouldn’t be able to block arrows fired from a ballista.
Audyn might be able to do that, but an ordinary knight wouldn’t be able to.
They might dodge a few times, but they would eventually die or get hurt. So this kind of thing wasn’t common. No, it almost never happened.
In other words, what that woman said was true. She came for another purpose, but her blood boiled when she saw Encred, so she attacked.
Encred was trying to recall the reason for the joy she felt when she saw the opponent in front of her.

‘It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t fake.’

I learned this from my experience so far.
When you walk the path of a system with the goal of being a knight, if you set the answer and do it, only ‘fakes’ are created. The form in which the fakes released by the Holy Nation were created is probably like this.
So you shouldn’t set the answer and run on that path. A knight filled with false beliefs and false will cannot be called a knight.
That’s how it is from Encred’s perspective. Then what about the female swordsman in front of you?
This woman walked the path on her own and got to where she is now. It was a conviction that came from having divided the sword.

“If you subdue him, take him away, Commander.”

Vengeance said. He didn’t seem to like the current situation. But he didn’t forget his job.
Couldn’t there be a way to stop knights from entering the city without permission? He wondered.
Or, if knights run wild, wasn’t there a way to immediately subdue them?
Encred asked as he listened to Vengeance. At that moment, he remembered that this woman had been looking for someone.

“Have you found the person you’re looking for?”
“I think I have. I don’t think there are two people with that level of skill.”

The mad knights of the Border Guard had become famous. It was nothing compared to their past fame. The woman had followed the rumors and came here, and now she was asking.

“Isn’t that Encrid, the heartbreaker?”

Shit, Pel.
Encred figured that half of the blame for that nickname becoming famous was on Pel’s snout.
Naturally, the other half was on Shinar.

“That’s right.”

The answer was Vengeance. Encred looked at Vengeance. It seemed like a provocation.

“That’s not wrong.”

He muttered.

“And there will also be bear people who will tear people to pieces.”

It was rumored that the bear cub would tear apart manticores, people, and just about anything.

“That’s right. It’s not a person, though.”

This time, Vengeance answered. He still looked wary, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t answer. He was perceptive. He knew that the woman wasn’t coming for the kill.

“And there will be savages who drool and split heads just at the sight of nobles.”

The rumor seemed to be mixed with malice. But rumors tend to become more fleshed out. In any case, Encred corrected the other person’s words.

“Don’t drool.”
“Oh, really? And you said there was a bloodthirsty youngest? He enjoys stabbing people in the back, right? I heard there’s a fairy here with demon blood.”

To be exact, it would be a fairy who hates demon blood.

“A witch who hides her identity.”

This was also true, but something was a little different.
Esther even created a magic unit under her command. She didn’t really try to hide her identity. But she was still nicknamed the Black Flower.

“And he’s a crazy guy who cuts people down as soon as they make eye contact. Isn’t that crazy guy blond and red-eyed?”

That’s right. Ragnar Zaun, the opponent’s name would be similar. Encred was quick to notice.

“My name is Grida Jawoon. I am the blonde madman’s sister.”

The woman said. Encred was not surprised.
She had heard from Ragnar before that he had left his family without permission.
She had not heard the details. Ragnar was not the type to talk properly, even if it was annoying.
The name of the family was Jaun. If we only talk about swordsmanship, it was a family that could be called legendary.

“Encred of the Border Guard.”

Encred spoke and held out his hand. Then he took the hand and stood up, saying:

“You’re not bad. What do you think of me?”
“……What do you mean by that? No. Don’t say anything.”

Right next to him, Vengeance was listening with his ears pricked up, and among the onlookers was a hooded shadow that was presumed to be a fairy.

“What does that mean, as a woman?”

ah.

“As expected of the devil.”

Someone muttered. For the first time in a long time, an old nickname rang out from the Border Guard.

“The Demonic Commander.”
“The Demonic Knight.”
“The Demonic Master.”
“The Collector of Women’s Hearts.”

Half of the people talking seemed to be just talking out of excitement. Encred knew that rumors spread more when they responded. He also knew that responding would make them chatter more happily.
So he just absentmindedly remembered a few faces.

Bam.

Among the people, the fairy dropped the bottle in her hand. She seemed quite surprised. Then, without even picking up the bottle, she disappeared into the crowd.
Encred saw that far and said.

“Ragna will be at the inn.”
“Yeah. But you really don’t care?”
“No.”
“Oh, did you lose it in an accident?”
“What did you lose?”
“That.”

Ragnar’s sister resembled Ragnar in many ways. From the way she didn’t care about what other people thought. She raised her arm and shook it, making a fist.

“there is.”

Encred’s answer was quicker.

“Oh, so what’s your taste?”
“Not at all.”
“It’s because I have no charm.”

Grid nodded with a strangely confident expression. He didn’t look particularly hurt, nor did he seem to care.
Grid asked again.

“But when did we meet?

They had been talking about swords just a moment ago, but now it was time for a normal conversation.
Encrid also found this conversation much better than arguing about the existence of the egg between his legs.

“I saw it once when I caught some thieves at a campsite that was robbed, but you might not remember it. It happened so quickly.”
“That must have happened more than once or twice.”
“Have you been lost by any chance?”

If she’s Ragnar’s sister, then maybe so.

“No, that’s not it. To be honest, there were more fun things to do than looking for Ragna. So I was pretending to look for them and playing around, but more people from the family showed up.”
“So you’re saying you didn’t come alone earlier?”
“Yeah. I think everyone should be judging my skills by now, but, um, please understand if someone got hurt. Everyone else was just frustrated because they couldn’t swing their own thing.”

We’ll have to wait and see who got hurt.

“I have something to say.”

After speaking plainly, I ignored the people talking about the devil and all behind me and walked on. Vengeance dispersed the gathered people, and Encred twitched his feet. When I entered the barracks, there was a commotion inside.

“Are you here now?”

First, I saw Rem. Next to him was a man with a stern expression, a swordsman. I could also see the blood flowing down his forehead, forming a scab.

“You lost?”

Then he asked the man.