Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 679

679. Encrid knows how to lose

“Why do I feel bad?”

Rem muttered as he watched the group leaving. Audyn, who burst into laughter next to him, said.

“I guess you had some kind of epiphany.”

This is what I said after seeing Ragna’s condition.

“Could it be that he’s just crazy?”
“Could it be.”

Rem glanced at Audin as he spoke. Rem had seen Encred wrestle with Audin before he left last night. To be exact, Encred had come to him out of nowhere and made a request.

“I want to try it out once and go.”

Leaving tomorrow but requesting a duel today? It was nothing special to Encred.
Rem watched with ease, but Encred lost. He didn’t just lose, he got beat up.
Audyn found out the purpose of the duel and asked.

“Did you learn a lot?”
“A little.”

In Rem’s view, Encred was probably a species that would learn to use a sword one more time, even if it meant dying. It was
a thought that occurred to him in a panic, but it was the right answer. Encred repeated today while dying, and through that struggle he reached the present.

“You said you were going to block it with waves and hit it with light?”
“Huh?”
“You’ll show off your special skills in the process.”
“Of course.”
“That’s stupid from a strategy perspective. But you know that doesn’t mean it’s wrong, right?”

Rem agreed. But he didn’t join in on the conversation. The fanatic bear said all he needed to say.
Encred nodded with his eyes blue. If he had been hit just a little wrong, his eyeballs would have burst, but his body was made of iron armor.
When he swung his sword, he wasn’t at the level of the upper class in the system he had established, but when he was hit, he did.
He had reached the level of raising his will and protecting his body.
How could he only do that?

‘Because I’ve been hit countless times before.’

Rem judged it that way. He used Will unconsciously only when he was hit because he had been hit so many times. So he could do the same when swinging his sword.
It seemed strange to Rem, Audin, Saxon, and Ragnar.
If he had opened the door with his left hand, he could have opened it with his right.
But it didn’t work.
He had become a knight, and at some point, he had surpassed himself, but seeing him grow so slowly made him furious, but honestly, he wasn’t that angry.
It was because he had already recognized that he was a different person.

“There will be more to come.”

Rem said, shifting her thoughts to one side. Slow, but steady. That’s the kind of person Encrid was.

“Yes, I know.”

Audin nodded.

“And that little punk might be getting ready to die, so maybe we should prepare a funeral prayer.”

Rem said it half jokingly, half maliciously, but his intuition was frightening.
Ragnar had changed after realizing that he was sick.

“Surely not.”

Audin knew Ragnar’s talent. He had heard that he had the most outstanding talent as an apostle of war, but even compared to him, Ragnar had a special feeling.
It was hard to dare to imitate the way he realized the truth in a moment of concentration and moved forward. But he didn’t have to be jealous of him.
Audin knew himself well, and he knew that he had to cherish what he had. He knew
that he only knew how to move forward steadily, so he would do the same today.
And the captain who accepted his learning would do the same.

* * *

Encred and his party left the city and moved in a general direction.
The weather was very good from the first day. This was to be expected.
From the Border Guard to the north, the amount of precipitation decreases significantly in spring. In other words, it did not rain often. If this continued, summer would bring storms, but now it was a series of warm and calm days.
Although spring rain would fall occasionally, it was rare for it to pour down.
It is said that the longer the dryness of spring, the stronger the storms that come in summer, but that was something that could only be known when the time came.

“If you drive your horse, you will reach the right wing of the Pen-Hanil Mountains. You don’t call it that. We call it the wing. You can ride over there.”

The only commotion at the start was the people trying to stop Ragnar from going forward.

“If you come forward, we will have to travel around the continent from now on.”

Encred woke up Ragnar to reality.

“Hey, did you say Sena? Stop it.”

He also urged Anne on while drawing next to him.

“Anne. I’m sick of saying your name. It’s been more than five times already.”
“Oh, sorry, I’ll call you Freckles.”
“I hate that even more.”

Anne gently pulled Ragnar towards her, listening to Grida’s words.

“Please match my words with yours. I’m not used to it.”

Seeing him riding a horse, it seemed like he was more than just comfortable with it, but Ragnar didn’t insist.

“This is not the time to be worrying about trivial matters.”

This was the story that happened right after leaving the city. Then Magrun rode off on his horse.

“Hurry, hurry! Hurry!”

Then Odinkar and Grida matched their pace, and Encrid followed suit. It was only natural that Ragnar and Anne followed suit.
They had no particular urgency or rush, but they began their forced march.

“Why waste time on the road? You can’t even ride a horse for ten days anyway. Until then, you should just keep riding.”

This is Magrun’s explanation. These were people who hated wasting time on the road in the first place.
They would rather run a lot during the day and swing their swords once more at night.
For Encred, it was a very satisfying schedule, but for Anne, it was a hellish schedule.

“Are you all crazy?”

Anne followed along well. As she had said, she wanted to quickly confirm the identity of the disease.
Or, more accurately, she should say that she was going to kill the disease.
Anne had that kind of spirit. It seemed like she was determined to fight and win against this disease.

“I just made that decision. If this kind of disease is still tormenting or killing someone, I will definitely be there.”

It was something he said to Ragnar with a short thought. Encred also listened carefully.
Anyway, during the day, while riding a horse and resting at night, while time passed, Encred would go deep inside himself and organize his thoughts.
Sometimes, whenever he moved without paying attention, he would feel his head spinning.
Ragnar was left to Anne, Magrun was in charge of the guide, and Grudah took care of camping.
With all those trivial thoughts out of the way, what occupied his mind at the moment was what Audin had shown him.
It wasn’t that he spent time training before leaving.
Encred felt his shortcomings in the realm of instinct, and confirmed them through Audin.

‘You all have too many ways to block my special ability.’

Although it is limited to sparring, if this is repeated, it will affect actual combat.
It means that even a fight that you win can be lost.
Rem, Ragnar, Audyn, and Saxon all broke their own wave barriers, and Grida’s calculations were destroyed.
Odinkar’s sword also showed this tendency more and more, and I felt it while talking to Magrun.

“You’re a bit obvious then.”

Then she said something like this. Her observation skills were special.
If Luagarne was there, would she have said something similar?
Regardless of her skills, that prok had a different perspective.
Luagarne left with Teresa and Sinar, saying that she needed some special training, and she didn’t see him until the day she left.
She thought about it over and over again.
Encred recalled the moment of her last duel with Audin over a few thoughts.
Audin liked to show off his weaknesses and fill in the gaps in his attack and defense with his divine armor, but it wasn’t because he lacked skill.

‘It’s a lie.’

He deliberately shows a gap and deliberately leaves a weak point.
He even uses that deception as one of his techniques. No matter who his opponent is, the moment he feels that Audin is stupid, he will not be able to defeat Audin.
He is stronger, more calculating, and more skilled than anyone in the unit, but he does not hesitate to deceive.
Should he fight only with that special skill just because he is so good?
What was Jamal, a member of the Azpen King’s Knights, like?

‘I showed my means later.’

It doesn’t mean that you have to master the deceptive sword as your top priority. It means that you have to know how to utilize everything you have.
Once, Oara looked at him and said that he
was a mess. She told him to throw it away. Was it greed that he combined it instead of throwing it away? Did he take the wrong path?
Encred is also human.
Sometimes, some kind of anxiety would surround him.
A tingling sensation ran across his skin. An unpleasant premonition made his heart race. Of course, it was only for a moment.
If he had stopped because of this anxiety, he would have stayed in ‘Today is the best and the greatest’ long ago.
What should he do when he is anxious?
Just swing his sword. He knows this from countless experiences.
There was nothing else he could do anyway.
That’s why he organized things in his head during the day and swung his sword alone at night.
When he looked from the side, it was really tiresome and consistent.

“The effort you make today will save your life tomorrow.”

These were the words of Ragnar, who had gone from being lazy to being diligent. Of course, everyone who heard these words just looked at him with bewildered eyes.

“know.”

Encred alone answered calmly and swung his sword again and again.
Magrun thought it was really amazing to see Encred like that.

‘Am I going to die tomorrow?’

He might be. This curse is usually like that. It starts when you are young and gradually dies. Among them, his progress progressed rather quickly. That is why there were things he wanted to leave behind. It would be no exaggeration to say that everything he lived for was for that.
A life to leave his mark on Zawoon.
That was Magrun Zawoon’s life.
However, even he did not have such a grueling schedule. The author was like that from the city.
He spent every day the same way, with a level of intensity that he would not do. That friend did things that he would not dare to do without any worries. There was no way that it was not strange.

“If Magrun isn’t busy, let’s have a game?”

In the evening, he would ask me to spar with him. In terms of skill, he would have a hard time beating him. He already knew.
Even if he charged at me with the determination to die, he would not be able to overcome this wall. The young Rem was great, but if we were to spar, he was even better.
Magrun was a person who was quick to admit things, even though he spoke harshly. That was his great advantage.
Also, because of that, he was able to open his eyes to techniques, and he was able to learn new techniques faster than others.
That is why Magrun was said to have an innate ability to learn.

‘On the other hand, this guy is slow.’

I have seen countless geniuses. It is inevitable when you grow up in Zawoon.
None of them have the dull talent of the man in front of them. But even so, this man is more amazing. Magrun thought so.

“As much as you want.”

earth!

Their swords clashed and the duel began. After a short exchange, he was the one who won. This is the first reason why I feel that he is great.

“I lost.”

Encrid knows how to lose.

“okay.”

Magrun nodded. Then Encred asked.

“What can I tell you?”
“There are a few things.”

Magrun calmly recited a few things he had seen and felt. Encred nodded after asking and chewing on them several times.
Yes, you can put everything else aside. However, he could not help but acknowledge that he knew how to lose and that he was acting this way right now, regardless of his skills.

‘Open your heart and open your eyes completely.’

He asks for help from himself in order to learn at least one thing. He doesn’t bow and act servilely, nor does he try to flatter and please. He
just has sincerity. He listens properly, asks questions, and asks.
Was this kind of interaction usually possible with someone weaker than him?
It wasn’t easy. It really wasn’t easy. I’ve never seen
it in Zaun either. Usually, the one who is more advanced leads the one who is weaker.
In Zaun, where competitiveness is the norm, that is emphasized even more.
But that’s what happened to Encred. He knew he would lose, and he listened to his shortcomings, acknowledged them, and accepted them.
How could it not be amazing?
Magrun wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Odinkar felt the same way. Needless to say, Grida did not.
Ragnar also decided to attack Encred like that.

“If you act clumsy and try to hide your special talent, that’s the end of it. Don’t you know? If you don’t know, just try again. Again!”

Ragnar was also burning like never before.
If Shinar had seen it, he would have said it was the time of Igniculus, the time of the burning of sparks.
Encred did not waste time throughout his journey.
He did so while riding. Also, since this was a place where there were no separate safe roads or guard posts, the monsters and beasts that occasionally appeared were good sparring partners and sacrifices.
Watching others fight was also a learning experience, and it was also good to fight them myself while reviewing what he had learned.
That was when his horseback journey was nearing its end.
Technology, craft, physical ability, tactical thinking, strategic planning, reasoning and judgment, instantaneous response, determination, boldness.
Encred knew that everything had to come together to be meaningful.

‘In harmony.’

What should I do about it?
Dozens of images and memories flash through my mind. The realm of thought in recollection and contemplation opens wide. The process of finding answers in past memories is shortened, and I reach a conclusion in one breath and reach the destination.

‘The hand that grills jerky.’

In the corner of the library of memories, it was shyly hidden and then rose up.
In that shy memory, Eitri’s hammer, the touch of Prok beside him, the giant who had been reborn as a skilled merchant, the master who made marmalade, and even the shoemaker came to mind.