Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 706

706. Justification

Hescal was under a black curtain that blocked the pouring rain.
Was this also made by magic?
It seemed strange, but Hescal did not express any feelings.
The storm was raging and his vision was clouded. It was the kind of weather that would block the vision of any knight or anything.
And yet, not a single raindrop fell on his shoulder. Oh, great magic. It was as if he should praise it, but Hescal was indifferent.

“So, did it go according to plan?”

Another person who is inside the black curtain.
No, can the author be called a person?
According to Hescal’s standards, the author was not a person. Moreover, the author did not even call himself a person.

“I did that.”

Hescal answered.

“Good. Yes, I will make a place for you in Zawoon. And I will become a god and establish new rules for this land.”

Hescal’s gaze fell on the one who had spoken.
His pale skin looked like someone who would die soon. His facial muscles were necrotic, making his appearance grotesque. His cheeks were sunken and his eyes looked as if they would pop out at any moment.
Some of his protruding cheekbones were showing bone.
It was obvious without anyone having to explain. His body was rotting.
The genius alchemist Demuel.
It was once said that half of the continent’s alchemists had learned from him.
They had seen the books he had written and had built their own based on what he had left behind.
That was how old a ghost he was.
In other words, someone who should have died long ago was still alive.
Seeing him brought up new thoughts.

‘You have to be on the winning side to survive. Tempe.’

Hescal muttered to himself.
How to live was a later problem. You have to live first to discuss the next.
Currently, there is no one in Zawoon who has experience commanding, and all of the members are sick.
Victory or defeat is decided before the fight. That was Hescal’s motto. In the midst of his thoughts, a terrible musty smell and a rotten smell stung his nose.
The smell of a rotten corpse was Dmul’s perfume. He took a step closer. If he came any closer now, Hescal would have to run out of the tent.
That author was dangerous just by getting close. He was a symbol of abnormal power that could claim to be a god.

“Your friend will lead.”

Hescal, Rhinox, Andante.
The three swords representing Zaun.
Of them, Andante died long ago and was reborn.
What happens when a knight dies and is reborn? The
alchemist and the unprincipled wizard made him a knight reborn from death – a death knight.
As the rain began to lighten, an army could be seen enduring the storm behind the curtain. It was a horde of scalers, medusas, and owlbears, and their number was close to a thousand.

‘The monster army.’

Behind them, there are beings with their heads bowed and their hair like snakes hanging down.
There are also wizards who spread plagues with a single gesture. There
are also sorcerers whose souls are possessed by those wizards, and those inside Zaun have been weakened by the poison from the ‘seeds’ that Dmul had spread.
Hescal took the antidote, but they did not. Therefore, this is a fight that has been won from the start.
By now, they are all probably vomiting blood or suffering from high fevers. Some of them will even hallucinate.
They will either go crazy from hallucinations or suffer from high fevers that will burn their brains and kill them.

‘Just like my son died.’

The disease that Demuil spread will slowly kill them, breaking their hearts before they can fight.

“Why did you try to kill that girl like that?”

Hescal asked.
Demul is a man who has declared himself to be a god. He has used many tricks to kill a girl.
That is why he used the people he had persuaded in the hunter village and also used sorcery.
Of course, most of the power was Demul’s, but it was Hescal’s wisdom that he used it appropriately and hid it.

“It was annoying.”

Hescal wanted to ask why, but Demul had already turned away.
That was a signal that he would not answer.
Instead of Demul, two of his disciples stepped forward.
One of the three disciples had already been sent into Zaun, but failed. He knew it not because he saw it directly, but because he had not come back even though it was time to return.
Ragnar was guarding the girl.

‘Will Ragnar be defeated?’

If that’s the case, Ragnar may have died from poisoning. Dmul’s disciple had the ability to do so.

‘Even if I couldn’t kill him, I guess he can’t just walk around unharmed.’

Then the knight’s power would be reduced by one. Hescal ignored why Demul was interested in the girl and drew up a virtual battle in his head.
Victory was the natural outcome.

* * *

Knock knock, knock knock, whoosh!

One of the men of the Zawoon family vomited blood. The towel covering his mouth turned red. When the coughing stopped, the man took the towel from his mouth and looked at it with his eyes.

“Am I going to die?”

It was tragic. It was even more so because it came from a man who had vomited blood.
He was going to nod no matter what was said. If I were to die, wouldn’t it be okay to just cut myself one more time and die?
He was determined. He was spurring his will.
And Anne hit his back.

match!

“Oh, what do you mean by dying? I said there’s some bleeding.”

He was so busy, wasn’t that a useless, annoying tone? Even after hitting him once, Anne’s hands were busy. She was constantly checking things here and there, grinding herbs, and mixing medicine.
The man had just taken the medicine Anne had given him and vomited blood.
At some point, he started to have phlegm in his throat and bad breath, and after that, he lost his motivation for anything.
As these days continued, he had decided to go to a retirement village. It was a place where people who couldn’t survive in Jawoon gathered, so he thought it would suit him very well.
That’s what he thought, but this is what they call illness.

“That prankster.”

The friend behind him spat out a word.
The man felt that the foreign body sensation in his throat had subsided after he had vomited blood.

“Is it better now?”

The man asked again.

“You need to take medicine for a month. I can’t give it to you now, but when the rain stops, I’ll get the necessary ingredients and give it to you. Come out.”

Anne kept talking and the man quietly backed away.
Anne gave everyone medicine or cut their skin with a knife.
Some of them even saw something like a leech coming out from under their skin.
What kind of disease is this?
I asked with those eyes.

“It’s not a disease, it’s more like a curse. It’s like a curse mixed in with a disease.”

Anne said calmly, but it was a truly strange sight.
The middle-aged man who had pulled the leech-like thing out of her arm felt the same way.

‘A curse?’

Wasn’t the curse something that could only be removed by destroying the medium or killing the sorcerer who cast the curse?

“A healer is someone who can fix what you see. If you see it, you can fix it. They are similar to curses and diseases in that they change the body.”

This is something only a genius could say. Why? Because no alchemist could say something like that.
Not only the people being treated, but even Schmidt was astonished.

“Wow. That’s a different idea.”

Looking at his eyes, I thought he would probably ask Anne to come with him when this was over.
Even at such moments, the Imperial Recruiter’s eyes would shine when he saw a talented person. Was it his great professionalism, or his sense of responsibility?
Still, he had some sense, so he probably wouldn’t do anything right away.
Anne didn’t take long to identify and treat the illness .
After a whole day, no one collapsed, coughed up blood, or suffered from a high fever and showed hallucinations.

“You need to eat well and rest well. I want to tell you to put off exercising your body until later, but that’s not possible, right?”

Anne didn’t ask anyone specifically, but she said this:

“No way.”

The answer was Ragnar.

“Please take some time to rest.”

Well, he was sincere when he told them to get some rest. The sick body doesn’t get better easily. So they had to do as Anne said.
Everyone took their own rest.
They lit a blazing fire by putting all the firewood they had in the fireplace in the center of the mansion, and they even made a bonfire in front of the mansion. It was to dry their clothes and keep warm.
Then they brought in food and ate a field meal where they sat down.
There was no time to leisurely eat in the dining hall. Since most of the Zawoon family were gathered here, there was no place to sit.
Some were napping, while others were checking their weapons.
For them, checking their weapons was part of their rest.
Encred also checked his blade and put on his well-dried underwear. It was the underwear that the fairies had given him.
It was all good, but the fit was just so-so. It felt like he was wearing rough leaves.
At first, it felt comfortable, but it changed as time passed.

‘It would be greedy to expect silky material here.’

I know that very well, so I have no complaints. I just know that the material is uncomfortable to wear as underwear.

“That’s it for now.”

At one point, Anne raised both her hands. Sweat was dripping down her forehead and the area under her eyes was dark. She seemed to have used up all her energy.

“I’m dying.”

Anne said that and lay down. Anajera put a pillow in before her head touched the ground.
I wondered when she had brought it.
Rhinox had also brought a blanket from somewhere and covered her.
Someone had also told Anne to call her whenever she needed it.
Did they say they would cut her in her stead?
If it weren’t for Anne, there would have been fewer people here who could stand and talk.
I don’t know what Hescal had said as he left, but Rhinox and everyone else felt something strange in their bodies.
They felt the illness that had been eating away at their bodies accelerating, and Anne, an outsider, had stopped it.
The reason Hescal killed Mileschia was probably because he was taking advantage of the absence of a healer.

‘One wrong judgment by the enemy.’

Anne didn’t die.
Should we say that this is partly due to the captain’s virtue?
Didn’t he keep telling her to protect him?

‘admit.’

Encred decided that if he ever met the boatman, he would tell him this story.
At first, the sound of the rain pouring down as if it would pierce the ground changed to a whoosh, and then the storm stopped.
But that didn’t mean the sun had risen. Although it wasn’t as strong as the storm, the wind and fine raindrops were still strong.

“Coming.”

Gaju said. It must be early in the morning, right?
Encred stood up, internally estimating the time.
Gaju spoke again.

“Everyone who can fight, come out.”

For someone who couldn’t express his feelings in words, speaking was not a specialty.
That’s why he didn’t say anything.
He was always a man who showed his actions. He
went out with a greatsword. Watching him, Encred stood next to Ragnar and observed him for a moment. Unlike his father, his face clearly showed his emotions. He
was very angry. Although he had no expression, there was a fierce murderous look in his eyes.

“It’s okay to be angry.”

Encred said.
The people of the House of Jawoon gathered one by one and left. Grida tried to fight with a hole in her stomach, and Anne saw that and said, ‘You can knock that woman out right now.’ It meant that Grida had to stay behind.
Encred stood there with Ragnar and watched the backs of the people who gathered one by one and left.

“Why am I angry?”

Ragnar asked back.
Encrid felt frustrated for a moment.

“You can be honest with yourself.”

But I said it nicely. By now, this kid should have understood.
I can see it from the side. Why didn’t you take the sunrise? Why did you let it go when you said your purpose was the sunrise?
Isn’t it obvious?

“……What are you trying to say?”

Sometimes Encred felt frustrated when he saw those crazy guys. He didn’t get angry though, but this really wasn’t right.

“Even if you leave your seat, no one will say anything.”

Encred said.

“I’m fine.”

Ragnar answered.

“I don’t think you’ve neglected your duty, but I don’t think one swing of the sword can turn everything around.”

Ragnar was speechless.

“When you left here, did you really go out to play? Was the density of time different? Was it faint? Was it hazy? Did you waste time? Did you really play? Or did you just get lost? Really? Not seeing what is right in front of you is not getting lost, it is just turning away.”

If you regret after losing, it will be too late. Regret always makes you late for a promise, and it torments those who wait.
Encred knew that he had to move before losing because he had lost something.
He hurried a little because he remembered the old days.

“Your anger is justified.”

Encred said.
Ragnar blinked once. Then he thought.

‘Am I angry?’

He was angry.
Encred’s speech, which had been heated and then ended calmly, brought to Ragnar’s attention the truth he had ignored.
Someone had harmed his family, his home.
Ragnar knew it now.