Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 695

695. Encred brought the woman into the room.

Ragnar was surprised, but he didn’t feel jealous or envious. He saw his beginnings and they’ve been together until now, so what’s the point of jealousy?

“Bringing the intangible power into the tangible.”

Ragnar explained what he had seen concisely. Encred understood, but he was not sure he could do it again right away if asked.

‘I don’t get it.’

To be honest, I don’t even know what I did a moment ago. It felt like a dream. Should I call it luck?
A moment of luck after swinging my sword tens of thousands of times?
The goddess of luck is said to be an uncatchable entity, always riding the wind. It is a proverb from the continent that luck always passes by and never stays.
It felt like luck, but Encred immediately denied the thought.

‘I didn’t have that kind of luck. It wasn’t luck.’

The time that has accumulated so far, the words that Encred spoke to me today, when I spent swinging my sword every day.
So what I have to do now is to reflect and review. Because as I said earlier, today won’t be the only day.
When I think back on the attack and defense a little while ago, I realize that Alexandra accelerated once more in the middle.

‘I accelerated in the middle to give some variation to the speed.’

It is a movement outside of calculation. The wave barrier recognizes the appearance shown by the black opponent and calculates the result.
Since the speed increases even more from the already extremely fast swordsmanship, this can be said to be a truly unexpected blow.

‘I never thought I could swing a sword at that speed in the first place.’

If only there had been a little more waste in the path.
If only the angle of the blade had been a little off.
If only the speed of judgment had been a little slower.
If only the body’s reactions had been a little duller.

‘I’m dead.’

The messenger passed by.
I also knew that there was an intention in all of this, and that the intention was full of consideration and gratitude.

‘It’s like forcing a movement.’

Alexandra had a knack for pushing her opponents with speed. Now that I look at it, it wasn’t just about forcing them to move.

‘It was similar to what I said before stabbing him.’

She spoke to raise her concentration. Encred spoke with desperation as a weapon, and she added a lively breath to it, further enhancing her elation.
She also checked the state of her concentration with a few words.

“Look at this kid? He won’t listen to me.”

That’s what I said.
The first stab wound to the ball was similar. I saw how the body reacts when it is in a limiting situation.
It was also Alexandra who told me that if I make a clumsy move, I will die
. She told me not to do something that is slower than me and clumsier. She guided and guided me to swing
just one sword, so that the accumulated earnestness would respond today.
Of course, even with such consideration, my life came and went.

‘If I hadn’t followed, I would have died.’

This is an unchanging truth.

“How many people did you kill while sparring?”
“Your mother?”

Ragnar asked again and shook his head.

“As far as I know, none.”

Ragnar left home when he was young. Encred’s eyes looked for Grida. She would know.
However, Grida was not among the onlookers, and only the group walking with Gaju was visible.
Encred’s eyes lingered on Anne’s back for a moment before dropping. Gaju and Anne were seen just passing through the brick wall behind the training grounds and entering.
Alexandra glanced back, but there was nothing much to say.

“Ragnar, follow Anne.”
“Yes, of course.”

Encred said, and Ragnar followed Anne without a care. This was Taji. Whatever she wanted, it would be better to have at least one familiar face by her side.
Well, there were other reasons, but it was only when all possibilities were open.
Cider continued to think like that. It was the person who approached with the sound of footsteps.

“Hey, customer.”

He was a man with six swords hanging from his back, and his face was clearly excited. He had an old cloth wrapped around his hands and a thick cloth wrapped around his forehead.
His belt and shins were also wrapped in a similar crimson cloth, and although the cloth was old, it was clean.
With six swords, he looked tattered, but he didn’t look that dirty.
It was probably because he had a straight back, and he was ready to stretch out any of the six swords at any time, and there was a sense of neatness that could be felt from within.

‘I would prefer a clean look.’

It smelled like that. It was the result of observation while talking and approaching.

“You can do it. I can see it all.”

The man spoke at once.
At those words, a man who looked at least ten years older than Encred shook his head behind him.

“Listen carefully. This guy’s intuition is rarely right.”

It was a deep voice. The first thing I noticed was the scabbard with elaborate patterns. Next, I could tell that there were calluses firmly embedded in his palm, that his legs were always ready to move, and that he couldn’t hear any breathing.

‘They’re both pretty good.’

That was my immediate judgment. Of course, the results of a real battle cannot be predicted easily.
For example, even if the opponent was Alexandra or Gaju, who I fought with earlier, the story could have been different in a real
battle. That is how it is in a fight where one’s life is at stake.
Well, for the same reason, it is not easy to say that this side has a high winning rate.

“I am Hascal, and this is.”

The man who had been shaking his head spoke first.

“Let me introduce myself, you icy bastard. My name is Rhinox. Are you looking for the best fighter in the House of Zawn? Not me. Instead, I am the most romantic.”

The one with six swords continues. It doesn’t seem very normal for me to call myself a romantic, but Encred wasn’t flustered to that extent.
Wasn’t there a time when I alone, among a group of lunatics, maintained my sanity and self-respect?

“Encred of the Border Guard.”

In response, a man named Hescal held out his hand. Encred took it.

“I’m late in greeting you. Welcome to Jawoon.”

Rhinox added with a grin.

“Welcome, get your body moving. Do you want to run more? Alex likes to rush things right away, but I don’t.”
“It’ll be a good experience.”

Encred heard the two talking and felt that their status was no less than that of the head of the household.
Neither of them asked for permission from the head of the household and they didn’t really care about anyone’s feelings. There were more onlookers than before. However, Grida and Magrun were nowhere to be seen.
Instead, you could say.

“Please include me too.”

A young-faced woman whose skills were hard to tell at a glance stood behind the two.

“If you want, I’d like to lend a helping hand, but I think I’ll have to put it off until tomorrow. I have something to do.”

The man named Hescal looked at the dark sky as if he was busy, then took out his pocket watch from his bosom and checked the time.
The information around him becomes an anchor for recognizing the present. Encred knows the meaning of that phrase well. It is enough to apply it even now.
Knights originally display excellent insight in battle, but in a controlled situation, it can be the ability to figure out a fact by comparing what they know with the current situation.
In other words, it means looking at the situation before and after and the cause and effect and thinking dynamically. In other words, it means that they have
extraordinary intuition.
Of course, this is something that is also innate.
Even if they don’t know how to handle a sword, Encred was also innate in this. Intuition or perception.
For that reason, they can be seen without having to think or use their brain.

‘It’s not a poor situation.’

Although their wealth is not particularly obvious, the Zawoons are not a family that lacks in possessions.
Pocket watches are usually named after their craftsmen, and they are as expensive as magical artifacts.

‘It’s an object that can’t actually function without a magical element.’

Even though I took it out and looked at it casually, no one was surprised. It was a familiar daily routine.
Of course, the other part of their daily routine was more important.

“Are you tired?”

Rhinox asked. His question seemed to imply some tolerance, but Encred did not listen.

“Because I’m always at my best right now.”

It’s true. He always believes that the present me is the best I can be.
As he says, Encrid really likes this place. Really.

“Next is me!”
“Can I join in too?”

Among the dozen or so people who had gathered, not a single one backed down. They
didn’t step forward because they were confident in their abilities. They jumped in because they couldn’t stand seeing an interesting opponent.
When the head of the household stepped forward, they were the ones who watched from afar and then approached.
Before Rhinox could say anything, Encred spoke first.

“As much as you want.”

When Rhinox heard that, he said:

“Hey, you’ll be tired after fighting me.”
“I don’t think so.”
“……Why do you have Will left?”

Even if you save your stamina, Will will die first. That’s common sense.

“Stay home.”

Since the other person spoke without hesitation, Encred did the same. Rhinox opened his mouth a few times and then said.

“This kid is good at provocation?”

It wasn’t a provocation, but if it sounded that way, then there was nothing I could do about it.

“Okay, let’s play.”

Although he looks to be under fifty, Rhinox is probably old. Those who have awakened Will age slowly. And this is Zaun.

‘If you are called a legend.’

It must be because they have that much power.
The head of the household and his wife must be one of those powers, and the man in front of me must be one of them.
That made me very happy.

“Are you laughing?”

As Rhinox spoke, he also chuckled. They both looked like they were having a blast.
The people watching felt the same way.

* * *

“Is it serious? How many years has it been?”

Inside, the room was a color-coded room with gray and brown stones intertwined on the walls. On one side, two swords hung side by side, and on the other side, an animal skin hung that was difficult to guess its identity.
The head of the household turned around at Anne’s question.
There were traces of a fire in the fireplace in the center of the living room, but it was not lit at the moment, so the air was chilly.
The head of the household was twice as big as Anne. Seeing that up close would have been intimidating, but Anne didn’t see anything like that. The head of
the household also seemed to be trying not to intimidate, as he only turned around after leaving a considerable distance between them.

“Is that your feeling as a therapist?”
“No. I am confident.”

Alexandra followed in and asked, and Anne answered immediately. Her eyes never left the master’s.
Alexandra wasn’t very good at joking, so she didn’t really say anything, but Anne stared at the master so intently that if Encred was there, she would tease him by saying, “If you look at me like that, I’ll mistake it for love.”

“Please tell me. Do you know the cause?”

Anne’s attitude remained the same, even though she paused for a moment at the word cause.
The hostess didn’t say much.
Anne knew that this disease took many forms.

‘We need to find out what caused it.’

Only then can it be cured. That comes first. Although the attitude of the host was not gentle to anyone, he answered without any sense of pressure.

“Not now.”

Aside from the feeling of pressure, it wasn’t the answer Anne was expecting.

“……Yes?”
“My husband said everything he wanted to say.”

Alexandra answered instead, and Ragnar, who had come inside, stood behind Anne and spoke.

“Let’s go.”

Ragnar knew from his father’s expression that he had no intention of explaining anything.
If he had to say something, he would say it fluently, but if not, he would keep his mouth shut. So he knew that saying anything here wouldn’t convince him.
Anne was confused.

‘The head of the household also knows the severity of the illness.’

If you talked about curses, there were eighty-nine answers to give, and if you asked if it could be cured, there were fifty ways to prove it, saying, “Yes, I dare say so.”
But none of the words Anne expected came out. Instead, all she said was, “Not now.”
Anne couldn’t understand that.

* * *

After the duel with Gaju, Encred spent three more days. The sky, which looked like it would pour down rain at any moment, only had more dark clouds.
However, the faces of those who came to see him were filled with joy. The sunlight that was not in the sky filled their expressions.

“Can I join in too?”

Among them was a servant who ran errands. Everyone here wore a sword and talked about swords. Just that alone made it clear that everyone was enjoying themselves.

“of course.”

Encred punched the servant in the face and kicked him to the side.

Boom, boom!

Anyone who saw it would think he was trying to kill the child, but the attendant used his hands and feet together while swinging his sword. This was the best way to stop that method.

“Ale Karaz?”

Encred felt something familiar in the servant’s touch and spoke.
Encred also had something in common with Grida. Even though he forgot people’s names, he never forgot the names of swordsmanship or martial arts.
Ail Karaz, also known as the King of the Dirt, is a martial art.
Ail Karaz is a martial art developed by the guards at a notorious prison on the continent, and it was called the Ail Karaz-style martial art.
Just a moment ago, the servant mixed that martial art with his swordmanship. He swung his sword and performed a joint technique.
Someone nearby said that he was walking his own path without anyone teaching him.
Anyway, this was also one of the fun things.
While hanging out with everyone, Encred felt the special qualities of Zaun that he had heard about through Odinkar, Magrun, and Grida.

‘They are not afraid to compete with each other, teach each other, pull each other up, and learn from each other.’

Although there is some stubbornness shown towards those who are relatively more outstanding.

‘That much determination and persistence.’

It is better to have something than nothing.
That is why everyone should be happy.
That is how I was about to end another day. Just
as I was about to fall asleep, the sound of rain falling outside began to pitter-patter, and even though I was half asleep, Encred heard another sound mixed with the rain. When I opened my eyes and grabbed the Samcheol that I had set up, the window in the room opened.

Quite.

It was a window on the first floor that was unlocked, so anyone could open it.
Beyond the window, I saw a familiar face. The expression that had been shining like sunshine on everyone’s faces for three days was the same as when I was young, and the only person with a gloomy expression that matched the current weather perfectly.

“I have something to say, Enki.”

The gloomy face spoke.

“draw?”

It was too dark outside. Even with my dark-adapted eyes, I could barely see Grida’s face, so I could barely make out what it was.
Encred checked, confirmed, and spoke again.

“What do you want to say?”

Instead of answering right away, Grid bit his lip.

“The owner is strange.”

It was something that Encred agreed with, even though it was something he said out of the blue. If you were to pick the strangest person in this place, in Zawoon, it would be Gaju.

“Come in first.”

Encred brought the woman into the room.