Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 705

705. Information is important.

The herbs in Mileschia’s treatment room were gathered.
Since they were the belongings of a dead person, they were now relics, so they might have meaning to someone, but right now, there was no point in being picky.
Honoring the dead would be after all this was over.
Saving resources in the face of crisis would be the most idiotic thing to do.
Among the herbs, those that could get wet were soaking wet from the rain, and those that didn’t were wrapped tightly in oiled cloaks or something.
Encred could only recognize three herbs at best.
He knew how to apply first aid in various places, but that was still the case.
In reality, there were many treatments that the military or mercenaries knew, but they were passed down from the civilians and had not been proven effective, so it made sense.
For example, spitting on a wound would prevent it from rotting easily, and so on.
There were many herbs that looked familiar but whose names he didn’t know, and some that were hard to recognize because they were soaked in the rain.

“Give me everything.”

Anne went up the stairs, spread out the grass in the hallway, and placed her bag right next to her, and began to sort and organize the herbs.
There was no hesitation in her hands. She recognized the herbs at a glance, and her speed was fast. Ragna stood behind Anne.
Everyone, including the head of the household, looked at Anne’s hands in silence.
Some might have looked anxious, but most were indifferent.
One reason might be that everyone in the household had a slightly swollen liver, and another reason might be the attitude of the head of the household, who could be called the center of them all.
He pulled a chair to one side and sat down, and shook off his wet boots with his hands, and stared out the window absentmindedly.

Swish! Boom!

Between the thunderclaps and the sound of the storm, there were sounds of tak, tak, tak, tak, tak.
It was the sound of Anne crushing and mixing herbs in a small mortar and mixing medicines.
She finished sorting and started her work.
Then, Anajera brought Grida in and laid her down on one side. She hadn’t been carried in with her arms and legs hanging down. Grida’s face was pale from the loss of blood, but her eyes were bright.
She didn’t groan once until she was lying on the floor, showing that she had endured the pain.

“Please.”

The giant spoke, and Anne answered without even raising her head, just opening her mouth roughly.

“all right.”

It sounded like a dry remark, but no one said anything.
Anne immediately thrust the knife under the bandage that had tied Grida’s stomach and pulled it straight out. The lack of hesitation in her gestures was enough to call her Ragnar-level swordsmanship.
Anne examined the wound closely and poured the potion she had placed next to her. The liquid in the metal vial poured over Grida’s wound.

Bugrrrr.

The bubbles boiled in Grida’s stomach, and her body shuddered. Some people watched it closely.
Is that okay?
There must have been some suspicious looks.
Anne didn’t notice. She just looked at the wound where the bubbles had disappeared and said, “Pour this,” and handed Ragnar another bottle containing medicine. Ragnar poured the liquid into Anne’s hand, and Anne wet her hand with the needle and thread.
The liquid on her hand dried quickly. It felt like it was dissipating into the air. She
then wove the needle and thread together and began to sew up the wound.
It was the first time Encred had seen such a treatment, and it was the first time she had seen Anne’s skilled hand movements.
The needle dug into her flesh. Would it hurt less than being stabbed with a knife? Hescal had stabbed her in the stomach, but at that time it had happened at an unexpected moment, and now she could see the needle closing her stomach. When she was stabbed with a knife, it was over in one blow, but this time it was continuous.
Therefore, even though it was more painful now, Grid calmly endured the pain. Her eyebrows twitched every time the needle went in, but she didn’t scream in pain.
From what she said next, it seemed like she was more angry about the current situation than the pain.

“I suspected my father, but should I be thankful that it wasn’t? Damn, I can’t help but feel like I was taken advantage of.”

She spoke while lying down. Some people listened, while others just ignored her.

“Hascal didn’t suspect anything?”

Gaju turned his gaze from outside the window, looked at Grida once, and then looked outside the window again.
Encred was now somewhat familiar with Gaju’s attitude and behavior. For example, she seemed to know why he was not looking away from the window right now.
Next to him, Alexandra was explaining things to Schmidt, and Schmidt’s expression became more serious as he listened to the story.

“I was suspicious and prepared, but I got hit.”

Grida was honest. It’s not that she doesn’t have a competitive spirit, but what’s more important to her is not the fact that she lost right now, but what’s next.
The Guardians of Zaun are always preparing for tomorrow and the future.
Encred finally understood the concept of a Guardian.
That’s why she couldn’t understand Hescal’s behavior.
Grida showed behavior that fits the nature of a Guardian. What about Hescal? He’s a man who has lived as the Guardian of Zaun for decades. Why is he acting like this all of a sudden?

‘It’s none of my business.’

Encred is a knight, not a troubleshooter. So it was clear what he had to do.
Finding out why someone was like that was something he could do later by holding a knife to their throat.

‘Is there a faster and more efficient way?’

No.
What if he doesn’t talk even after doing that? Then wouldn’t it be the same if you used another method?
Well, if you really want to be specific, there might be a way to find out by setting up some psychological devices. If you use deception and appropriate pressure to manipulate, yes, you could find out the other person’s intentions.

‘But does that matter?’

The action had already taken place. It didn’t matter what was inside.
Encred’s gaze fell on the limping swordsman who was Hescal’s son.
His skill was at the level of a quasi-knight, and his wish was to run confidently on two feet.
Swordsmanship is disadvantageous if you can’t use your feet. That’s why he honed his swordsmanship in a way that decided a fight with one blow.
He also learned the technique of moving on one leg.
All of that was made by Hescal.
Perhaps the person who was most curious about Hescal’s thoughts right now was Riley Zaun.
But even he didn’t know why Hescal was like this. The faint anxiety on his face, his tightly shut lips, and his occasionally shaking pupils spoke of his psychological state.

‘Can you even fight properly like that?’

If your mind is not right, your sword will also waver.
Did Gaju decide on the role of Riley Jawoon?

‘For example, to shake Hescal’s concentration?’

The child he had cared for for over ten years called out to him and asked.

“Father, why did you do that!”

Would Hascal waver? I don’t know.
Or would Riley be a traitor and have a reason to risk her backstabbing? I don’t think so.
Encred approached the head of the household, who was looking out the window indifferently.

“It’s not that I’m weak. Hescal hid his power. He was strong. Father.”

At Mak Geurida’s words, Gaju shook the tip of her chin up and down. It must mean that she understood. She still felt no emotion.

“Can you see anything?”

Encred approached him and asked.
The reason Gaju was looking out the window was because he knew that Hescal wasn’t the only one who had done this. He suspected that there might be a trick from outside, and he kept an eye out.
Some of them, those who were quick-witted or quick to grasp the situation, all looked similar to Gaju.
Well, some of them had their eyes closed. They were quietly concentrating like a blacksmith sharpening a sword.
The easiest example was Alexandra. After talking briefly with Schmidt, she was quietly catching her breath, leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed.
Looking at her, it was like looking at a sword wrapped in thin cloth.
A sword that was wrapped in nothing but cloth, as if even the scabbard was a luxury, and was ready to be swinged at any moment.

“does not exist.”

Gaju’s answer was concise. Encrid was now really getting used to him.

‘Don’t read emotions, just see actions and attitudes as they are.’

In this way, his principle of action could be said to be simple.
However, that does not mean that he does not use the fact that one cannot read emotions on the outside.
He uses that as a shield to hide his true feelings, causing others to misunderstand.
Should I say that he shows some of the temperament of a schemer?
Well, to be the head of the household, you should be good at schemes.
Looking at it this way, we can see what kind of person
Zaun is. Zaun is a country. In other words, the head of the household was the king of a small country called Zaun. Hescal is a rebel.
Many people, including Rhinox, were listening to their conversation, but Encred also thought that there was nothing more to hide.
No, Zaun’s members were not people who would run away because they were at a disadvantage. Therefore, they had to know and fight. The head of the household must be aware of it. The timing of telling everyone would be the problem. How about helping them with that?

“Where is Odinkar?”
“He made excuses and hid.”

Judging from the fact that Gaju answered right away, he must have thought the same thing.
It is a process of informing everyone of the situation and eliminating unnecessary worries. In order to fight properly, you must be free of distracting thoughts. Some people will do it on their own, but others will be confused.
Hescal’s betrayal was something like that.

“What about Magrun?”
“That child is really dangerous, so I left him with Mileschia. I don’t know where he is either.”

Swish.

The raindrops have lessened since before. The wind that seemed to uproot people from the ground and blow them away has also decreased in strength.

Rattle rattle.

Still, the wind was strong enough to shake the window frames.
Encred asked, thinking back on what Rhinox had said.

“Why were the four of them, Jerry, Even, Roist, and Pale, attacked?”

The expected answer came out of Gaju’s mouth.

“Everyone has military experience.”

Hescal is very smart. A person like that wouldn’t have stabbed just anyone. If he had done it despite the risk of getting his tail stepped on, there must have been a reason. Encred concluded that. He
had experience in the military, that is, he had served in the military.
Encred looked around.
There were many people with outstanding personalities, including Gaju, Rhinox, and Alexandra.
If they went to the continent, each of them would be able to make a name for themselves with their skills alone.
Even the limping Riley Zaun, who was so confused by his father’s betrayal that he was on the verge of going crazy, had skills that few people could handle if they went to the continent.
However, they didn’t know how to fight together.

“Did the devil intervene?”

Still, they are strong. The number of knights alone is more than five. It would take a lot of strength to target such a group.
That was the intention behind the question.

“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know?”
“There are traces of the one who spread the disease, but I’ve never met him. I’ve been chasing him for over twenty years, knowing that he’s a potential and ongoing threat.”
“They say the hunter’s village has turned its back. What’s the biggest danger from that?”
“We’re trapped. They’ve probably set traps around us.”

Gaju answered all the questions calmly and everyone listened.
That is, they were locked up and the foul-mouthed wizard who had been spreading the disease and sticking his face into the sky for a very long time was also after them.

‘In the meantime, all those with commanding experience were affected.’

Anne was busy grinding herbs and making medicine to feed them, but there was also the reality that everyone was getting sick.
Purpose? I repeat, that wasn’t important.
The swordsmen of Jawoon sensed danger. That’s why I’m saying this.

“Yeah, so you’re saying I should just kill everyone who attacks me?”

Destroyer Rhinox took those words calmly, but showed no sign of anxiety. He was a man who changed sides because he acted as he pleased, but he would not have any worries if his family, and the place where he was born and raised, were threatened.
Most of the members who protected this place were similar to him. This was also the conversation that was held to create this kind of atmosphere.

“If they attack, just cut them down, okay?”
“Is this real combat? My sword whined every night, wanting to drink blood, and it was miserable.”
“You stabbed Grida? You’re all dead.”

They don’t lose their motivation. They are the ones who become more motivated in times of crisis.
Well, there were some crazy guys who said strange things like their swords were talking to them, but at least they didn’t lose their spirit.

‘Information is important.’

Luagarne had said that over and over again. Her tactical thinking was so brilliant that no madman could keep up.
Encred had learned from such a prog
that nothing was more important than gathering information in any battle. That was what Encred was doing now.
She had to know what the enemy was aiming for and what danger her allies were facing.
Now that she was facing it all.

‘what.’

I just had the feeling that it wasn’t that much of a crisis.