Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 680

680. The Night of Enlightenment and Murder

“If I play around because the store is a little broken, who will buy me bread? I can’t send my daughter off empty-handed when she gets married. Or will they take my daughter away?”

When the door of the sixth sense was opened, the shoemaker did not rest even though he lost his workshop.
I remember it clearly because it
was impressive. It was not a great sight, but the shoemaker showed his work, and Encred saw it.
He lifted the tanned leather, beat it, sewed it, and applied glue. The work of making the frame and shape and fixing it firmly continued like water.
What did you think when you saw that?

‘How long did you have to do this to become so good at it?’

I had definitely thought about that, and then I thought that if I continued swinging my sword without stopping, I would get used to it.
As always, these were days when I was troubled by how to move forward.
Then I remembered Eitri swinging his hammer.

‘Was there any hesitation in that touch?’

I had never seen anything like that. Whether he was sharpening his sword on a whetstone or striking the heated iron, Eitri’s hands were constantly moving.
If it was a path he had already walked hundreds or thousands of times, he could find it with his eyes closed.
That was how Eitri handled iron.
And what about Prok next to him? Were the hands of Prok, who had been trying to make accessories by hammering nails into his slippery hands, clumsy?
No. Not at all, not a bit of it. He
was just busy melting silver, attaching gold, and handling various metals, drawing out what was in his head, getting up before the sun had even risen, and working with tools that suited him.
There was no room for clumsiness in the work that was repeated without rest for a single day.
Even when mistakes continued and failures continued, his hands naturally continued on to the ‘next’ step.
I didn’t see everything, but I could tell from his skilled movements. He must have been repeating the same thing for a very long time.

Exactly!

One day, Saxon suddenly approached her without making a sound and snapped his fingers. Startled by the sound, Encred turned her head around.

“How did you turn your head just now? Did you think about it and turn it? Did you recognize the sound and then find the direction and turn your head? Or did you just react?”

Saxon said he couldn’t explain it any further, but at the time, he couldn’t understand it either.
He had a vague idea that using Will was the same, but it would be more accurate to say that he didn’t feel it.
The giant merchant naturally spread the word about the value of his goods to those around him.
The woman grilling the jerky adjusted the intensity of the fire and the amount of seasoning very naturally.
Did she show any signs of hesitation or concern during the process?

‘There wasn’t any.’

Haven’t you been amazed by the rag-faced saint and the jerky being grilled in front of him?
It was a series of movements that were perfectly aligned without a single flaw.
Did the rag-faced saint groan when he used the sacred text?

‘It’s just so natural.’

He said that what he taught Seiki was the same.
He told him to naturally release his divinity, throw it out, and play with it.
That’s what he heard from Seiki.

“I have known how to handle the divine since I was young. It was only later that I discovered that I could actually draw it out and use it. The same goes for my brother, the captain.”

Audin also said.

“You can just do it, but you don’t. It’s not that you can’t do it, it’s that you just don’t do it.”

Ragnar also used to say this while sleeping.

‘Just as I’ve mastered the motion of swinging my sword ten thousand times, Will can use it reflexively as well. I’ve already done that.’

So, what Eitri did, he should be able to do, and what the woman who grilled jerky did.
While they handled iron and grilled jerky, he swung his sword and moved Will. Thanks to the well that never dried up, he could spend more intense time than anyone else.
He wrote and wrote again and again. He did that while repeating today.
But he thought it couldn’t be done. Why? He thought it was because Will is a will, and therefore, he first realized what kind of action to take.

“Why can’t it work? It must be compulsion, you crazy captain. You’re saying that Will only moves if you exert your will? That Will and Will are the same thing? Do you really believe that?”

Is Will derived from will? Or not? That’s right.
However, Rem said that Will and will are not the same.
At that time, I couldn’t understand this either. But now I understand.
It wasn’t a great trigger, just the thought of grilling jerky came to mind, but Encred was now able to naturally move Will and use the sword.
It started with showing off other swordsmanship besides his specialty, but the answer was also found.

‘You can make everything your specialty.’

Being able to naturally draw your sword means you don’t need to have any special skills.
I don’t know if everyone does this, but I do. So it was fine.

‘No, Audyn draws large circles, but when necessary, he can also become a sharp awl.’

An awl pierces a circle, but it breaks just as easily.

‘Variability.’

This is the condition for becoming a senior knight.
You must be able to use a circle or an awl whenever necessary.
Thinking about it again, I realized how many monsters I have gathered in my unit.

‘Once I caught up, they all became flexible and broke me again.’

The one who led their change was Encred himself, but I couldn’t know that now, and I didn’t want to know.
I just felt satisfied being among those great monsters.
How lucky I was to have these people right next to me.
I had heard from Marcus about a squadron commander who had gathered a bunch of troublemakers.
He was an opportunist who only cared about his own safety, wasn’t he?

‘I really want to see you just once.’

It’s to the point where I feel like I’ve been helped.

‘under.’

In the midst of my thoughts, something new came to my mind, expanding my concept.
It wasn’t just about swordsmanship.
Is Will the exclusive property of knights? The thought of no stretched out in a corner.

‘Will is something that ordinary people also use naturally.’

Of course, it is not easy to use Will, and even if you use it, it is not shown on the outside, but you do use it. It
is not a doubt, but a conviction.
I saw it with my own eyes. Even now, when you see them, don’t you notice it?
Even the woman who grills jerky and the Eitri who strikes iron unconsciously use Will.
In other words, if they are called a craftsman and master of what I do, it was safe to assume that they use Will.

‘No, if the source is the same, then can we say it’s magic power instead of will?’

Or perhaps they needed a term that only they used.
However, it was clear that technology was not everything.
The dwarf who had come to visit Eitri before had been more skilled in metallurgy than Eitri at the time, but he had no sense of dignity.
Thinking of dignity, his thoughts also reached out to Krang.
Krang was a sharp awl and a brilliant star. He was a man who stood out wherever he went. His dignity would not be hidden even if he wore shabby clothes.

‘The value of a crane lies within itself.’

What is it that lies within him?
I think I know why his words captivate people. The dignity and majesty, as well as the aura he displays, must be the work of Will.

‘Many people unconsciously use their will a little bit.’

It was the privilege of those who devoted themselves to their work, put in the effort, and put in the time.
Or maybe it was born that way.
Some of his senses woke up during his thoughts and stimulated him.
Encred felt the wind blowing and smelled. It started with smell. His nose twitched and distinguished and separated several scents.
The smell of sweat coming from the group that had been on a forced march, the scent of Anne’s medicine, the faint smell of blood coming from Ragnar, the scent of perfume that Gridda used, and even the scent of iron from each weapon, all of these were scents he had smelled so far.
In between, a distinctly different scent pierced his nostrils. A faint smell of game and blood.
After the smell, there was sound.
The wind blew and shook the bushes growing nearby. Rustling, separate sounds mixed in between.
The last was touch. His hair stood on end and his sensitivity rose. Encred began to feel and explore everything around him in an instant.
The five senses that were not supposed to mix like water and oil mixed together and turned into a sixth sense, expanding the realm of the senses.
Then, he realized that an eerie feeling was stimulating the back of his head.
Encred turned his head to the side and adjusted the position of the three-iron sword he was holding. The tip of the sword in his right hand rose upward. Ragnar and the three of the Zaun family reacted to that small movement.
Encred ignored their reactions and turned his head to look up to the left from his standing position.
What would it look like if he saw the murderous intent with his eyes?
His developed sixth sense and the way he had naturally used his will that he had just realized, combined to visualize the form.
It seemed as if a short, sharp needle flew from afar and hit the target.
His maximized senses opened the page of the future in advance.
In the future seen through the opened page, there was a black soot that was stuck in Anne’s head.
Its identity was unknown. What was clear was the murderous intent.
The three-iron sword drew a gentle arc. Encred pulled his left foot to the side, distributed his weight between both feet, and drew the sword straight from bottom to top.
All of those movements were done at the exact moment he felt the enemy’s murderous intent, so if you looked at it from the side, it was no different from him raising the tip of his sword and then swinging it immediately.

puck!

The noise that followed was the sound of flesh being torn and bursting.

Squeak!

It was a final word that only a beast could utter.
Encred saw blood pouring down from Anne’s head. The blood was dark black.

“Ragnar.”

Ragna responded to the call that was uttered while swinging his sword. Ragna, who had sprung up as if he was jumping, drew his greatsword and swung it diagonally into the air.
Even though he swung the sword at the same time as he straightened his knees, the sword was already fully loaded when he swung it.
It seemed like he had swung at nothing, but Ragna’s instincts judged that there was something there.

Booooosh!
Kikkikkik!

The noise continued. The sound of flesh being torn apart was accompanied by an unpleasant scream.
Encred confirmed that he had been cut. It was a bat demon. The fangs were several times longer than those of a normal bat.
It was already dead, as it had been split in half and spilled blood and internal organs. He
also saw Ragna’s cut.
This was an owlbear. They are originally owl-like creatures, so they are also nicknamed night hunters.
They are hard to detect if you deliberately hide your presence.

‘I guess it’s a different problem because I didn’t feel it until it was this close.’

It was like Saxon had come close to him? Even if bats and owlbears were good at hiding their presence, this was too much.
Encred’s senses sensed something other than the killing intent of the monsters and beasts. It
was thanks to his training with Esther and the walking fire.
It smelled like a spell. There’s no comparison, but if Esther smelled like dry firewood under the night sky,
right now it smelled like fruit that had been squeezed. If I were to describe it this way, it was a very unique experience for Encred.
It was a faint, awfully sweet smell. It
was strong, but those who didn’t notice it couldn’t smell it. Even Encred could barely smell it.
He also felt a sense of discomfort.
The bats, the beasts, and the owlbears all had one goal.

‘why?’

Encred’s gaze turned to the strong, freckled woman, who was surprised and frightened, but did not scream.

‘Why are you after Anne?’

Do demons and beasts have that much cognitive ability? Or is it just a coincidence?

“Magrun.”

Encred called Magrun, drawing a picture and speaking, then turned his head towards the surroundings.

“Odin, be on your guard. What the hell is this thing?”

The group gathered around a crackling bonfire.

“What is happening all of a sudden?”

Magrun approached, keeping a close eye on the surroundings.
It was funny to say this to a mere monster, but the monster attack a little while ago had raised their guard.
Just because they were knights, it wasn’t like they wouldn’t be poisoned or not bleed when stabbed.
Furthermore, monsters and beasts were originally superior to humans in ability.
Can a normal human break a log with their bare hands?
Owlbears could break a tree with just their arms without any recoil. Their claws were that strong, and their forearms had that much brute force.
That’s why a proper knight would overreact rather than let his guard down. They were the same. Encred was no different.
His sixth sense was still sharp like a sharp thorn. The smell was still a terrible sweetness that seemed to be hanging on the tip of his nose. If
he relaxed his concentration even a little, he would forget that he could smell it.
It was as if he was smelling the barely remaining scent from the dried flower petals right in front of his nose. It’s like when you move a flower petal even a little bit away from your nose, it’s hard to smell it.

“Does this monster use magic?”

Encrid asked with his senses sharp.

“What are you talking about? This isn’t our territory yet. It’s not even imperial territory.”

However, it was not the Border Guard’s territory that they were currently in. It was northeast of the former County of Molsen, before they even reached the Fen-Hanil Mountains. It was in such an uninhabited land that they were attacked.

‘I don’t feel any murderous intent though.’

The smell still lingers.

‘Where are you?’

How do you find an invisible enemy?
Encred’s gaze scanned the surroundings.
Using the environment was a basic tactic. He reached out and picked up a piece of firewood that was making a campfire. It was still half-burned, so it was good to use as a handle. Swish, a ember lit up as it burned. Whistle. The embers scattered and disappeared into the darkness along with the blowing wind.
The light wavered and Encred’s shadow swayed like waves.