Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 672

672. He brought another woman.

“Are you crazy?”

Anne, who was watching the fight while Magrun was being treated, was disgusted. More than disgusted, her face turned pale.
It was understandable, since it was a feast of madness in her eyes.
Naturally, Anne could not see the direction or flow of the fight. Instead, she could see the result.
Encred’s sword stopped halfway through the blond man’s shoulder. If it had gone in a little further, the clavicle would have been cut, whether it was divine or a drug.

“I stopped you, Freckled Sister.”

This is what Audyn said while holding the back of his hand against the blade that Encred swung. Although he was not wearing any special defensive equipment, the golden sand flowing from the back of his hand prevented his skin from splitting.
However, the fact that blood flowed was proof of how unwavering Encred’s blade was.

“Oh, I almost killed you.”

However, Encred’s tone of speech was rather indifferent.

“Even if one arm is cut off, I won’t die.”

And the victim was also calm.

‘Those crazy people?’

Anne is a healer. Did she become a healer because she wanted to kill people? No. She wanted to save lives. She didn’t want people to die from meaningless diseases anymore. That’s why she chose this path.
So what does it mean that she won’t die?
If her arm is cut off, she will bleed. And blood will pour out like a waterfall.

‘Rapid bleeding lowers body temperature.’

Anne knew that.
If we delve deeper, at first she becomes anxious, and soon her skin turns pale and her body starts to get cold.

‘Your pulse will get faster and your breathing will get faster.’

As the body temperature gradually drops, the pulse becomes irregular or weak, the skin soon takes on a bluish tint, consciousness becomes confused, and attention is reduced.

‘I guess a knight would be able to hold up better.’

Just because you’re a knight doesn’t mean you’re immortal.
Just as you’ll collapse from exhaustion if you’re drunk on omnipotence, you’ll also die if you go wild with the vitality that’s welling up in your body.
Anne was able to do a variety of research under her master, and she learned a lot by stealing his research journals.
That’s what she knew.
Unless you’re a Prock, you can’t regenerate a severed arm. That was the conclusion, but another thought suddenly popped into her head.

‘No, can you?’

What if he is a person with the status of an archbishop, which is rare in the religious order?

‘Is it possible?’

Of course, just pouring divine power into treating such wounds won’t make them heal perfectly.
For the past few days, the rag-and-grab saint has been teaching Seiki and giving Anne some advice.
Through that, he has been diligently researching to develop a potion containing divine power.
And while doing so, he has also learned something.

‘Even using divinity requires skill.’

Just as it takes skill to sew torn flesh with a hot needle, so it was with divinity.
However, how many people can handle divinity so skillfully, and even if they know how to handle divinity, how long would it take to learn such skills? Only
by using divinity through countless people who have been hurt will one become skilled in the skill, and one will be able to know how to use divinity appropriately.

“What would you do if you had a third leg? What would you do if you had a tail?”

The saint said it felt like that.
But there was a spell to get used to handling the tail or the third hand or foot. To be exact, it was a spell to get used to it. It was teaching and learning.
Those who learned and practiced first should add their own experience and teach those who are qualified.
In order to do that, there is a prerequisite that someone who knows how to handle divinity and someone with that kind of experience is needed.

‘Coincidentally, there are both.’

In terms of technology, there is a rag-tag saint, and in terms of the amount of divine manifestation, there is Seiki, who is worthy of being called a saint.

‘I’m there too.’

He could judge wounds that could not be healed by divinity, and in such cases, he could feed them potions that increased their regenerative powers, or even perform surgery while watching the road.
His skills in sewing corpses since he was young were on a level comparable to that of a skilled seamstress.

“It would have been better if he hadn’t died.”

Rem spoke from behind.

“Still, this is bad.”

Anne said after thinking. Her hands moved busily as she spoke.
She sprinkled white powder to stop the bleeding and examined the injured area. Should I sew it up? Or use medicine? She had a new medicine. She had made an ointment by collecting the fairy spring water and the morning dew.
Should I put it to bed and treat it? No, let’s just sew it up and apply it.
This side said it was a knight. That should be enough.

“This time, I think I was pushed back by half a point. It won’t happen like this next time.”

Odinkar said. He survived the wounds that could have been fatal if he had been careful. Encrid understood his opponent’s disposition.
Recklessness without regard for the consequences.
It was clear why he had lived with such a reckless disposition until now. His talent, worthy of being called a genius, must have turned his recklessness into boldness.

“Yeah, next time I’ll just die.”

Encred told the truth calmly.

“You said that to gain the psychological advantage from the beginning, didn’t you? You’re more clever than I thought. You have a foxy side to you. You always ‘calculate’ things even when fighting.”

Encred roughly ran his hand over the dripping blood. As Odinkar had said, he used the method he had used when dealing with Grida. Calculation, the method of viewing all situations as probabilities.
Strictly speaking, this was something he had learned from Saxon, but he felt the need to practice it more. If he polished it a little more, it could become one of his new sword techniques.

“And yet, he knows how to play boldly like other people. It’s amazing. It’s rough.”
“Rough?”
“It’s fun.”

Odinkar finished his speech with a grin. The white powder stopped the gushing blood.
Only then did Odinkar glance at his wound and speak.

“You have a great healer.”

You can tell by the way he treats his wounds.

“If you know, would you please keep your mouth shut? I need stability.”
“I’m a knight. I’ll get better in a day.”
“Even a wound like this doesn’t heal overnight.”

Anne spoke while looking at the wound. She was trying to figure out where to start and where to end the stitches.
Encrid spoke to Odinkar.

“Welcome to the Border Guard.”
“Is this greeting too soon?”
“This is just a substitute for a real greeting.”

Encred spoke, shaking the penna that had cut off Odinkar’s shoulder a moment ago. The blade reflected the sunlight and splashed blood. It was Odinkar’s blood.
As Luagarne had said, Encred was willing to learn the system from them.
But would he be able to learn it by asking them directly? I don’t know. If not, he could learn it by stealing.
For now.

‘technology.’

It was luck that I had the upper hand over Odinkar earlier. If that luck hadn’t been on my side, I would have been the one who lost.
That fact was quite enjoyable. So I could think about other things later.
In any case, the three of the Zaun family decided to stay as they were, and Encred had to take care of himself the next day.

“Not until the treatment is over. In that case, it would be better for you to just die and become my experimental subject.”

Anne had a persuasion without a single smile.
Encred was not in good health either. Although he was very energetic when he became a knight, his head was throbbing because he had overused calculations. It was completely cured after two days.
In the meantime, he watched the duels between Audin and Grida and between Rem and Grida.
Of the three from the Zaun family, Grida was the only one who did not care about winning or losing.

“Isn’t it lethal to charge at someone wearing a sacred outfit? Saxony?”
“Sister, if you don’t know their name, don’t call them.”

Even after hearing Audin’s answer, Grida remained calm. Audin was the most difficult opponent for Grida to deal with.
By Encred’s standards, Audin could draw a large circle. He was a knight, after all.
Divinity was a power specialized in defense.
The golden sand that covered his entire body was a gift from the gods to Audin, and that gift became an armor that could not be penetrated by any attack.

“This is lethal! Rem!”
“That’s my name.”

Even when Rem, who was watching, spoke, Grida spat out any name. The only one that didn’t say Encred was this.
Audin won the duel. Was it overwhelming? Rather, it was more like they coordinated appropriately, and Grida admitted defeat.
The duel with Rem was a bit more intense. Rem showed many weaknesses at first glance. Her specialty was showing gaps and exploiting them.
Grida was a swordsman who knew how to sneak in when her opponent showed gaps. She did just that. And she lost.
Rem swung her axe just by moving her wrist. It was a technique that had troubled Ragna. The recoilless axe zigzagged and blocked Grida’s attacks.

Tta-dang!

The moment the two weapons clashed, Grida caught a glimpse of her own death.

‘incantation!’

If divinity is the armor of a paladin, sorcery is the blade of a barbarian.
That blade is roughly wrapped in cloth, and if it is not used properly, it will even cut off your own hand. However, the author who wields it very skillfully is the one who is the opponent.

“You play well.”

Even though he lost, he just smiled. Except for not being able to remember faces, he was the most sociable and humorous of the three.

“Luagarne? If it’s a research prog, our family has one too. It’s said that the prog’s ancestor created several of our sword techniques.”

While becoming close to a few people, Lawford and Pell increased the intensity of their training, even holding pieces of wood in their mouths.
After that, Magrun would observe everyone and jot things down without saying much. There were no simple knights in House Zaun.
Within the house, knights were largely divided into three types. The first was the pioneer.
Those who used their talents as guides and went on an unknown path. Odinkar was like that.
The second was the researcher. Also known as the delver.
They were fascinated by swordsmanship itself, created techniques, and then created theories that undermined the techniques they had created. Sometimes they were absorbed in useless things, but they were the ones who created Zaun as it is today.
Magrun belonged to this group.
The last was the observer and the guardian.
That was Zaun. They had a duty to watch everything and pass the house down to the next generation rather than to win or lose a fight.
In order for an established system to be maintained, a system that fit it was necessary.
This was how House Zaun operated.

“Can I tell you all that?”

Encred asked. Grida smiled brightly. It was a day when the rain was pouring down as if there was a hole in the sky, just as it seemed that the seasonal rain was coming.

Swaaaaaaah.

Grida’s voice pierced my ears clearly through the pouring rain.

“Anyone who stops by Jawoon House can find out. And you want to know more, don’t you?”

It was under the wide eaves. Grida’s brown eyes showed curiosity through the mist created by the pouring rain. Encred nodded.

“I have nothing to give you.”

That’s what he said. It was true that he had nothing to give in return.
If he wanted a relationship between a man and a woman, he would have to first deal with the Golden Witch.

“You brought another woman with you?”

The day after the training, Shinar came shouting from the crack of dawn. Fortunately, the misunderstanding was resolved, but she spoke clearly to Grida.

“The line is already long. Your turn is still far away.”
“Okay, let’s say that’s true. You’re the black flower, right?”

Grida answered clearly, revealing her own identity.
It was amazing how she could think of black flowers even when she saw the fairies’ blond hair.
She had a talent for observing others, but she couldn’t remember their faces. Was this information being properly conveyed?
I wondered, but I decided to take care of it.
It wasn’t my place to interfere.
Spring weather was unpredictable, so it rained for two days and was sunny for two days, and the rain dried the wet ground during that time.
It was the time when flowers bloomed and trees bore fruit. The seasonal rain had passed.
And Ragnar didn’t return until half a month had passed.
Encred spent the time with the three of the Zaun family, learning and growing.
It seemed like any other time would be like that, but it was truly a valuable time.
Today, the day, the time passed quickly.