Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 700

700. The Storm After the Calm

The calm before the storm was really just calm before the storm came.
Encred was like that now.

‘There’s nothing in particular to do.’

Something seemed to be going on, but there was no immediate threat.
Grid seemed busy, but Encred didn’t have anything to do here and there.
That’s why. Encred swung his sword all day.
It was like that in the Border Guard, but Encred in Zaun did it even more. This place encouraged such behavior.
Instead of looking at Encred strangely, they enjoyed the moment, questioning how an outsider could work so hard.
The things Encred taught them were also different, so there was no reason not to enjoy them.
Everyone in Zaun was thirsty for new technology.

“The Sabbath is over! The fight begins!”

There was a boy who rushed at Encred, who was stretching before dawn, shouting like that.

“Would you like to melt in the arms of this beauty?”

There was also the most beautiful woman among the giants – Jaun Han-jeong – who rushed at them, saying, “That’s right
!” Next to her was an old swordsman named Rhinox who let out a laugh that was hard to imitate.

“Hey, this is my house. I can’t fight with ‘calculations’ like before in this yard, right?”

There is also a swordsman who has been scanning the surroundings for several days, suspecting the owner of the house while being certain that there is traces of a monster and something going on inside the house, but pretends to be calm on the outside.
Gridada, who does not appear for a day or two and then suddenly appears and pretends to be normal.

“There are dark circles under your eyes. Are you sleeping well?”
“……I’ve been sleeping badly lately. Is it because I’ve been home for a long time?”

Rather, shouldn’t we see it as tension eating away at people?
If you tie a bowstring to a bow and pull it taut, both the bowstring and the bow will quickly break.
The same goes for people.
Knights may be a little more tenacious, but they are still people.
Well, even if they are knights, it would be difficult to rest comfortably in the uneasy atmosphere flowing through Zaun right now.
Oh, of course, that’s what normal people would do. Encred rested well. He slept and ate well. And Ragnar did the same.

“You said you came to get the sunrise, but you didn’t bring that?”

It was a question thrown at Ragnar, who was sulking beside him.
Ragnar wiped the sweat from his forehead and quietly turned his head to where Gaju was likely to be.
Of course, he was looking in the wrong direction, so the place he was looking at was the road leading out of Zaun.

“hmm.”

Ragnar took a moment to choose his words. It was a sight he had never seen before. Back in the days of the Crazy Knights, the predecessor of the Troublemaker Squad, he would just say whatever came to mind, but now he was thinking.
Should I say that it struck me deeply?
Ragnar was choosing his words. A child who seemed to be his nephew muttered next to him.

“My muscles are getting stronger. It’s working properly. Oh, good. Good.”

Encred had been sparring and training them while he preached the physical training method of Audin to them.
Some of the children of Zaun had tried the physical training method of Audin and immediately adapted to it, and he was one of the living proof. He
muttered and lifted a rock, twitching his back muscles. Since his body was already built to some extent, he quickly gained weight.
There was a separate training method in Zaun, and Encred had seen and learned it, but he could not keep up with Audin’s method in terms of purely training physical abilities.
He improved and reestablished the training method of the orthodox martial priest of the sacred city of Legion, and added a few theories to make it fit Audin.
This is where Audin’s genius is once again revealed.
If Audin saw this, he would smile with satisfaction.

“Good. Brother, you’re doing great. Sister! Did I mention? Your strength is superior to that of most men!”

They might just shout like this. They have adapted well to the Audyn-style torture.
Moreover, they are people with a strong desire for competition and improvement, so they grit their teeth and train hard while looking at their peers next to them, so there is no reason for their skills not to improve. After
watching them for a while, Ragnar opened his mouth.

“I definitely thought it was urgent, but I don’t feel like it.”
“Why?”

I asked him why, but Ragna didn’t know the direction of his heart either. He was lost this time too.

“That’s right.”

Although he spoke calmly, it seemed to Encred that he was dissatisfied with something.

‘If not, I’m angry.’

Ragnar, who had answered roughly, just swung his sword, and Encred also swung his sword as he had been doing.
Meanwhile, Anne was always doing something, fidgeting on one side.
I occasionally peeked from the side.

“Did you take the poison out of the corpse? No, you kept the sick person alive and took the seeds out. See? Right?”

He also asked back, saying,

“That’s right.”

Encred nodded without knowing anything. Anne exuded a power that could not be resisted without answering.
She sat on a chair in front of a table brought from somewhere and did something in the corner of the training room. She made and mixed solutions, poured them, smelled incense, and carefully touched something while wearing green gloves.
When viewed from behind, only a small backrest was visible, but her entire body poured out her will.
She knew she was doing something. Encred felt the momentum radiating from Anne with her keen senses.

‘Will.’

So Anne is also a genius. Encred naturally came to that conclusion.

“To this extent.”

Anne spoke with rapt attention, seemingly oblivious to Encred’s presence.

“I can do it. I’ll destroy this damn thing.”

Anne continues to mutter to herself.
If I were to see Anne’s eyes right now, wouldn’t they burn brightly?

“How many days have you been doing that?”

When I asked Ragnar, who was guarding the front of the inn, he answered nonchalantly.

“It’s been like this since I got here.”

Ragnar trained his swordsmanship by Anne’s side, and he rarely left her side.
Encred nodded and left the inn, and Ragnar said these words.

“He said I liked it.”
“……Rem?”
“Even if you’re joking, it’s so unpleasant that I want to cut out that tongue.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Anne said that.”

Encred thought of Anne, whom he had seen in the Border Guard.
She was often seen going to the Knights’ Training Grounds. She would always grumble that she was busy, but she would often come and go.
She would bring her food and drinks, and sometimes she would make potions that were good for restoring stamina.

‘All that went into Ragnar’s mouth first.’

Also, Anne stayed closest to Ragnar no matter what she did.
Kreis knew it long ago, Encred knew it, and even Rem knew it.
Anne liked Ragnar.
But Ragnar was too indifferent.
This brat not only couldn’t find her way, but also couldn’t read people’s hearts.

“Come to think of it, I think I was like that too.”

Ragnar spoke in a tone that Anne couldn’t hear,
indicating that he had reciprocated the favor she had shown him, but he said it so tactlessly.

“I don’t think you’re asking me to pass it on instead.”
“I’m just saying.”

Someone would be nice to know his heart. Ragnar’s thoughts were simple.
He didn’t know why, but he didn’t feel like going to see the sunrise. Maybe that was why his chest felt stuffy. Or maybe his illness got worse.
He coughed up blood when he slept yesterday. He was fine all the way here.

‘Is the end coming?’

That might be the case.
That’s why it’s like this at this moment. It’s an expression of a mind that wants to express itself clearly because some part of it is foggy and stuffy.

“That doesn’t mean I’m close to Anne.”

And then.

“I don’t know if the situation will change.”

“He muttered.
Encred nodded and answered.

“Okay.”

He said he had good intentions but he wouldn’t stay close to them.
Yes. That’s crazy. It was understood as something a madman would say.
So there was no need to understand it.
Ever since the days of the Troublemaker Squad, Encred had long since given up on reading Ragnar or the others’ minds.
So he went outside and swung his sword again.
The black dark clouds still covered his head like a pitch-black wall. It seemed as if a pitch-black ceiling had formed in the sky.
Are those clouds? That’s ridiculous.
Some people might say that.
Encred was indifferent. It would be better if the sun was shining, but he wouldn’t complain right away.
He would just swing his sword like he always did.
So he did.
The boatman didn’t come out again, but what he said was still memorable.
Protect Anne.
Encred told Ragnar that without mentioning the boatman or anything.
Something might happen to Anne. So protect her.
He also saw the monster that had been targeting Anne on his way here. Instead of questioning, Ragnar remained true to his words.
Days of pretending to be ordinary passed.
Encred had been lost in thought for a while.
Who was the one who had ruined the family? Someone had been scheming. This was an unchanging truth. Let me add one more thing here: Someone had used the coincidence as a tool.
He had only thought up to this point, and had not searched for an answer.
There was no need for Encred to take on the role of problem solver. He had seen and heard more in the meantime, but he had the same thought.

“Gaju, are you really not going to do anything?”

One day, I saw Hescal, who had come back from the retirement village, arguing with the head of the household.
Rhinox also asked to speak to the head of the household alone, saying that he would push through his own opinions, but nothing changed.
Hescal also said this while hanging out with Encred.

“Well, it would be good if the head of household was a little more proactive.”

It was after a sword fight where I felt somewhat drained because I wasn’t really concentrating on the actual sparring. Encred said as he took back the Samcheol.

“Are you saying that I should accept Schmidt’s offer?”
“That would be good too. The Empire’s embrace would be wide.”

It was a hollow, heartless statement. That was what it sounded like.
Encred didn’t know what the head of the household was thinking. But he seemed to know what Hescal wanted. His eyes were filled with the desire to achieve something.

“Can I ask what you want to do?”

Hescal had eyes full of dreams and hopes.

“I’ll tell you later.”

From the smiling words, Encred felt that the dream he had was quite difficult to achieve.
However, he also knew that he would not give up and would move forward.
It was a feeling that he could understand because they were of the same kind.

“I can’t see any sign of that damn Odinkar.”

After that, Grida continued to search around Zaun for several days.
She seemed anxious because she couldn’t see Magrun or Odinkar.
In the evening, an old woman named Milescia came to visit Anne. She was Zaun’s healer.

“What is all this?”

After hearing some of Anne’s research, she opened her eyes wide and said with great delight that it seemed like it could be done.
As she was passing by, she saw Encred and said hello.
Then one day, at dawn, Encred woke up against her will.

Kwarrrrrrung!

It was because lightning struck and a loud noise struck my ears.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

As soon as I heard the thunder, the rain started to pound the ground. I got up and looked out the window, and I saw the rain pouring down. The raindrops looked like chunks of iron.
I was worried that the ground would break through.

“Encred of the Border Guard.”

And then someone he never expected to see at this hour called his name from outside the door.
Encred got up and immediately checked his weapons.
A three-iron, a penna, a short sword, a horned dagger, gauntlets made of cloth, a fairy-given undergarment, and leather armor covering his shoulders and torso.

‘I can’t wear a thousand pieces of armor.’

If it rains too much and you get wet, it will be difficult to move. I knew from experience, and now I moved by intuition.
There was no reason to be armed, but Encred calmly opened the door after packing up his weapons.
The head of the household was standing in front of him. He was soaking wet.
He said.

“Follow me. Mileschia is dead.”

Encrid, of course, had no idea, but Gaju looked as if he had come to question her.

“Isn’t it time for me to ask that?”

Encred asked while standing. Water was pooling at the feet of the wet stool. He let out a voice that was as emotional as before.

“Follow me quietly.”

Quite.

The door to the next room opens. It’s Ragna.

“Who are you arguing with?”

In the pitch-black darkness, the candlelight flickered and Ragnar’s shadow swayed.