Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 670

670. Once you see it, you won’t forget it.

“By one stroke.”

When the man answered, Rem smiled and said.

“If you attack me again, should I cut off your head? You said something that was just a little bit different and fell over.”

The man kept his mouth shut. Regardless of the outcome, he seemed to have been dealt a severe blow. Looking at him standing, his legs were strangely out of balance, and there was a scab on his head, so there was no need to examine him closely.
The man’s fighting spirit was not dampened by his lack of verbal attack. He glared at Rem.

“Can you open my eyes?”

Rem kept urging her, but it was just words.
There was a subtle murderous aura between the two, but compared to the usual Rem and Saxon or Rem and Ragna, it could be seen as just a show of affection.
Encred ignored the two’s show of affection and followed the two shadows moving quickly beyond Rem with his eyes.

‘One is Audin.’

The other is a man I’ve never seen before. He has short blond hair and swings his sword with extraordinary skill.
He swings his sword to create pressure and starts a fight between them.

‘The heavy and heavy swordsmanship are mixed and used.’

He pulled out what he needed when he needed it. In terms of the system Encred had established, it was closer to the upper level. Encred empathized with the inspector and guessed his intentions.

‘They are deliberately leaving an opening.’

Audin wants to close the distance. Why? Because he is confident that he can take it. Then what has he prepared? He didn’t know that far ahead.
However, it must be a technique close to a secret. Something that he wouldn’t show off in front of others.
Encred had dealt with countless wanderers in the past.
Among them, there were many who were confident in their skills, but there were also those who were just boasting.
And among them, there was one thing in common: they were all unwilling to show off their skills easily.

‘But then doesn’t that mean that skill always kicks away opportunities?’

Encred thought so.
If you don’t test your limits and go beyond them, there’s no next step. It was a principle he realized with his own body.
The man in front of him was also of the same class. In fact, if he didn’t intend to do so, there would have been no reason to keep giving him an opening.
Audyn responded to the provocation. He narrowed the space to a distance where both hands could touch. It was a bad distance to swing a sword, but a good distance to move his hands.
The match was decided in an instant. The man swung his sword down with his right hand and raised his left hand.
If he hadn’t been holding a weapon in his hand, it would have been a hand movement like holding a flag and crossing his hands, but of course, his left hand was also holding a weapon.

‘The second sword.’

It was a hidden sword. The chest armor was divided into two parts, and when his left hand passed inside the armor, a curved dagger a span long popped out from his hand.
It was a sword named Chris. The hand of the man holding the sword rose vertically.
As if he had been waiting, Audin folded his hands together, then spread his hands out to avoid the blade, and put it between his fingers and pressed down. He didn’t stop there, but twisted his waist and got even closer to his opponent.
With that, the blade in his right hand that the opponent had swung lost its target, and he ended up hitting Audin’s shoulder with his sword-holding hand. Audin twisted his body around his left foot and hit his opponent with the plane connecting his shoulder and back from that close distance.
It was a body slam that exploded from an absurdly short distance. It would be difficult to block, and it would be painful.

Liar!

A loud noise erupted between the two, and the man stepped back.
Blood flowed between Audyn’s middle and ring fingers, and part of the man’s breastplate was dented.

“It didn’t work.”

The man spoke. His tone was filled with excitement and anticipation. He could easily be disappointed that his technique was blocked, but he showed no emotion at all.
He showed his weakness, but he didn’t think much of it. He was only focused on the fight that was going on.
Encred felt good about his opponent, even though he hadn’t done anything and they hadn’t even talked to each other.

“Odinkar, stop.”

Then he stopped the fight. The man called Odinkar turned his head. He still had fighting spirit, but he believed that Audyn would not take advantage of this opportunity.
In other words, a duel was just a duel.

“That’s too bad.”

The man said.
It was the same as Grida. They had not come to kill and kill, but had other purposes.
As expected, Grida opened his mouth.

“Should I introduce myself properly? I am Gridda Zaun, this is Odinkar Zaun, and this is Magrun Zaun. We come from House Zaun.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the three of them.
It was the birthplace of Jawoon and Ragna.
Jawoon also found the person who had come here for a reason and called out to him.

“Ragnar, I came to pick you up. Did your hair change color?”

She pointed up to her finger.
Again, everyone’s eyes followed her finger.

“hmm?”

Luagarne was the first to tilt her head. The brown-haired man standing where she pointed didn’t even pretend to turn his head back.
He knew without even looking that there was no one else around besides him.
So it was natural and reasonable for Saxon to look at the finger pointing at him and show doubt. Saxon’s face showed doubt.

“……?”

It was a talent to say ‘What nonsense?’ with one’s face. Saxon spoke with an expression.
But Grida continued with a gentle smile. Her tone was full of confidence.

“Are you going to pretend not to know? I’m a person who never forgets what I see.”

Everyone in the Border Guard was silent and wondering what was going on.

“Is that him? I don’t think so.”

Odinkar asked. He knows Ragnar. Not that man. Even as he spoke, Odinkar’s attention was elsewhere. Shouldn’t he stick closer to that guy named Audin? That intention was clearly evident. Even after he put away his sword, his gaze was still fixed on Audin.

“My opponent was probably the strongest of the Knights. I need time, time.”

Magrun had no interest at all. He didn’t care about Ragnar or anything. Were there people like him outside the family? That was strange.
He was amazed by the skill of the barbarian who had defeated him, and he was filled with the desire to study it.
In other words, he just wanted to lock himself in a room and study swordsmanship.

‘I lost.’

After all, the only way to overcome defeat is through research.
That was Magrun’s thought.

“That’s right. Ragnar Jawun. The head of the household is calling.”

Gridda spoke again. Encred didn’t feel as if he had been struck by lightning, but he seemed to know something.
Sometimes, there are people who don’t remember people properly even after seeing them, and Gridda did that.
Sachsen was speechless at what to say. This was his first time experiencing something like this.

“What? Ragna went to ask Eitri to sharpen his blade.”

Christ intervened from the side.

“huh?”

Grid tilted his head. In Encred’s eyes, Grid wasn’t the type of person to hide her true feelings.
How could she confuse people’s faces when she herself had said she had blonde hair and red eyes?
I don’t know her thought process. I don’t want to know, but one thing was certain. Just
as Ragnar couldn’t find his way, that woman couldn’t remember people’s faces.
That’s why she forgot my face, too.
Encred had never seen a woman who had forgotten him after seeing him once.
He wasn’t particularly offended, but it was true.

“That guy is not Ragnar.”

Encred stepped forward to help. After a few more attempts, Grida finally gave in.

“No matter how great a country is, it makes mistakes sometimes.”

At Grida’s words, Encred was certain that this woman was Ragnar’s sister.

* * *

“Well, I can’t confirm your current location because you insisted on coming back from the market alone.”

The soldier who followed him insisted that he should not go alone, but if he could stop him, it would not be Ragnar. Therefore, there was no way to know where he had gone on the way from the market to the barracks.
It was the moment when Chrys had blurted out a serious truth to those who had come to find Ragnar. If their goal was Ragnar, he had to be brought to him, so he immediately asked around and found out.

“Ragnar had trouble finding his way since he was little.”

He nodded as he spoke. He was so indifferent that it didn’t seem like finding Ragnar was particularly important. The other two were not interested at all.
One of them, the author Odinkar, was now showing interest in others besides Audin. He was secretly casting a spell on Encrid, so the other one asked this as soon as he heard Chrys’ words.

“I’d like to stay in a quiet place without people for a while. Is that possible?”

The other two didn’t even try to stop him. They were just saying what they wanted to say.

“What kind of people are these?”

Rem spoke, speaking for everyone. Chrys instinctively tried to reply, “That’s what I’m saying,” but closed his mouth.
Following that, Sachsen crossed his arms and placed the three within range.
His intention to cut or stab them if they were wrong was clear. And these three must have known that too, but they were indifferent.
That’s why it was just strange.
Zaun, a family known to those who knew.
The North had produced several knights for generations, and those knights were also called swordsmen.
Among the wandering mercenaries and adventurers, there were those who trained in the Zaun family. It might have been for a similar reason that the knight Varnas, who was once the general of Azpen and led the war, recognized Ragnar.
He had guessed him based on his ridiculous talent, so he might have just gotten lucky.
Encred had been a mercenary and a guide, wandering the continent, but his skills were poor at the time.
After that, he only spent time in the Border Guard. Therefore, he only knew the name of Zaun as the place where Ragnar was born and raised.
So it felt awkward that these three who were so good at swords belonged to the same family.
If they were from the Knights, I would understand. If they were from the Empire, I would have nodded naturally. If they were from the Southern Great Powers? That would be understandable.
However, being from the same family was a bit different. After all, it meant that they were related by blood.

‘How can this be? Bloodline? The power of bloodline?’

Those who descend from the ancient royal bloodline are said to be born with very special talents.
Like the ability to move objects with their minds without using their hands, or to read other people’s thoughts.
I’ve also heard that the first magic comes from bloodlines. Most of that was from Esther.

‘Is there such a thing as a bloodline that makes one good at swordsmanship? A bloodline that makes one a knight? Is talent determined from birth? Is fate, not effort, the only answer?’

Is it an ancient kingdom or some kind of hidden bloodline?

‘That’s not it.’

Even if that were true, Encred would prove it with his own body. It was one of his dreams, separate from his previous knighthood. To prove that talent alone was not the answer.
His current self could not be considered proof of that.

‘I repeat today.’

It’s a curse, but it’s also a blessing. I don’t mean to belittle what I’ve gained from it, but I don’t want to say that this method is the only one that goes beyond talent.

‘Let’s not narrow down our thoughts.’

Both fights and ideas will differ depending on the perspective from which you look at them.

“Enki, you are looking at the battlefield too narrowly.”

I could hear Luagarne’s words. I tried to broaden my thoughts based on her teachings.
Then, one of the things I had realized firsthand came to mind.
It was that only half-baked things could be created through clumsy training methods, or shortcuts.

‘Is there a big difference between a chimera knight created by Count Molsen or a knight trained in Azpen or the sacred city of Legion?’

Not everyone can become a knight by changing their body to resemble a knight or by being intoxicated with omnipotence. Not everyone who uses will can be called a knight.
You have to feel it out yourself and move forward. That is the only way it is meaningful.
You can be influenced by others when you decide your will, but if you live according to what others decide, even a bud of will cannot bloom.
Then why are these three able to show such skills? They broke out of the bud themselves. Something that is impossible with talent alone is needed. What is it?

“We come from the House of Jawoon. Some people may not know this, but you can think of us as a family that handles swords.”

Then, he introduced himself in a friendly manner, and Christ added what he knew next to Encred.
It was not much different from the rumors going around.

‘A tradition passed down from generation to generation?’

What is tradition?
It is an idea that has been passed down. There must be something that has been passed down in the family called Zaun. It was
around the time when Rem said that these were some strange people, and Saxon’s nerves were getting edgy because of the guy named Odinkar Zaun who kept provoking them.

“An established system.”

Encred muttered. The voice was quite loud, so everyone’s attention was focused on him. That’s why the Zawoon family has produced knights for generations.
In other words, it could be said that they were the ones who walked the path that Encred had to walk.
Luagarne was the first to understand those words.

“I see, that’s true.”

It was her first time meeting those from the House of Zawoon. They were people who were hidden in the fog of rumors.
But now that she saw them in person, she knew. These three were from the same house, and they were all knights.
It couldn’t have happened without a proper system.
So what’s the point? Rem said what she wanted to say.

“Are you going to kick these kids out?”

Odinkar bared his fangs at the attitude of saying that he would be okay with being kicked out. Is that a fight? said the spectator. Rem couldn’t stand it anymore and put his hand on his axe, and Saxon also grabbed his dagger out of sight.
Chrys felt the mood change on his skin. His anxiety was fluctuating like crazy.

‘You crazy bastard.’

While cursing Ragnar for no reason and sending signals to Encred with his eyes, the captain did not readily step forward for some reason.
It would have been good if even Audin had stopped him, but today Audin looked like a bear who could tear a person in half.
Chrys thought for a moment.
What good would come from killing those three here? No.
Should we just leave them alone? Chrys thought for a moment and showed off his wisdom.

“I’m going.”

It’s an external. He’ll figure it out. After all, the Mad Knights are a factor he can’t control. He turned back for the sake of his mental health.