Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 707

707. Why are you okay?

This is what Encred says to Ragnar.

“If you do well, it’s half the work.”

Anne, who was lying down, half-raised her body and spoke to those leaving. She kept her gaze fixed without blinking. If she looked at Anne right now, she might have seen their backs reflected in her large eyes.
Encred, Ragnar, and Grida, who were lying down, turned to Anne at those words.

“I’m sorry, Ragna. I said I could fix everything.”

Half of the people who can be cured are those who don’t go out there and fight and die. That’s
what it sounded like to Encred.
Anne could have made excuses, justifications, or reasonable reasons.
But she didn’t.
Even a genius can’t speed up time.
The curse had been afflicting Zaun for a very long time, and that was because someone had used this place as a testing ground. The malice was truly vicious.
If Anne had been there for a year, she wouldn’t have said that. She would have said that seven out of ten could be saved.
If she had been there for three years, she would have said something different.
At least no one would die from the disease, she would have proudly declared.
But now, she couldn’t do that.
Applying Anne’s healing techniques based on alchemy would require many experiments, and she would need time to check the reactions.
What use was talent in the face of that absolute lack of time? What was the difference between it and a mere fallen leaf?

“sorry.”

Anne speaks again. Ragnar’s gaze was also turned outward like Anne’s. He saw the backs of those who were born and raised in the house of Jawoon.
In the meantime, Jawoon, my sister, also added her words.

“Nobody blames you.”

Ragnar can’t find his way. He doesn’t know how to take directions. He never really thought of that as a disadvantage. On the contrary, he considered it a blessing.
New paths, new worlds, new things always welcomed him.
The path he walked during the day became an unknown path at night.
Is that a curse? Of course not.
On the other hand, when he holds a sword, he can see the path. He can walk a path that is clearly visible and can see the end. On his journey with a sword, Ragnar knew everything.
That’s why the path didn’t interest him.
That’s why he left home. It could be said that it was a deviation from the obvious path, or a life he chose because he longed for life.

“Ragnar, this is where you were born and raised.”

Encred says. After returning to Zaun, Ragnar reflected on his actions.

‘I didn’t want to look for the sunrise.’

Why did you do that? Ask the question and ponder the answer.

“The answer is within me. What I have accumulated will soon become a milestone.”

The words Encred had shouted countless times now reached Ragnar as well.
What is the meaning behind the words that it is okay to be angry?

“They have poured filth into your house, harmed your family, and tried to destroy the place where you were born and raised.”

The reason why sunrise is not important right now.
I instinctively swung my sword in the air. I felt like I was running like crazy and
then suddenly stopped. I wondered if I would end up leaving nothing behind. I didn’t have that kind of anxiety.
I just had to stop. It was instinct. It was intuition. I stopped like that, as if it was fate that God had decided.
Now I know why.

‘Because my family is in danger.’

Encred called Zaun a small country, but to Ragnar, it was where he had played in the fields as a child, where he had raised himself, and where everything began. That is, home.
The prodigal son’s body had long since returned, but only now had he opened his eyes that had been closed.
His father had withered and half his face was gone, and his mother had a poisonous aura that he had never seen before.
His sister had a hole in her stomach,
and those he would call his other brothers were sick and vomiting blood.

“There must be someone out there who did this.”

Encred says.

“I know.”

Ragnar replied,
Yes, now I understand. Why he was angry.
Did he think he had abandoned his duty and should not come forward?
Who said he would notice?

“One swing of a knife cannot make up for the time you were away.”

After that, Encred gave advice that wasn’t really advice.
It was implied that after the house was in this state, when you come back, not everyone will praise you for being a little more diligent with the sword.
I don’t know if Ragnar understood or if he just let Encred’s words slide, but he answered.

“I don’t know.”

Encred nodded inwardly as he watched Ragnar like that.
Hmm, this is how Ragnar should be.
Encred absentmindedly passed over a scene from the past that came to mind. There was no reason to ruminate on something that was painful the more he thought about it.
For now, he was just raising his hand so that his friends and unit members would not see the same sight as he did.

“Draw.”
“Tell me.”
“Protect Anne.”
“Even if you don’t say anything, I’ll risk my life to protect her.”

There were not many left. After Hescal left, there were some who had been so sick that they could not breathe properly due to seizures.
Anne had saved them, including the sword-wielding page who had initially guided them.
Now, even the thirteen-year-old child was beyond the scope of Anne’s magic.
That child had a limited time to live. They said that he had contracted the most poisonous of the seeds sown by that madman who was behind all this?
A disease that caused the flesh to grow in the intestines and die.
He was one of the children who had been left because he could not go out and fight right away.

“I will protect you too.”

The child speaks. What does the child know and say?
At least he seems to know more than Ragnar did when he was young. That’s what I heard him say.

“I’m not in a position to go out and fight, but if there’s someone targeting this therapist, I can strike them down with a single blow.”

Yes, that would be so. The boy’s spirit is extraordinary.

“You said the guy who came before used poison? And you said that thanks to Anne, there was no damage when you killed him? If we were a similar opponent, I would do the same to you.”

Then he added the words. It must have been intended to reassure her. She had a hole in her stomach. She could fight as she was, but if she gave it her all, she would die. She
shouldn’t let that happen. That’s easy. From now on, she just has to not let anyone go behind her back. There’s something behind her that she has to protect. That will be her legacy even after she dies.
Ragnar looked at Anne.

“If I come back alive….”
“Stop. I don’t want to hear about whether you should come back alive or dead, so just come back. If it’s dangerous, I’ll call you right away. I’ll come back and protect you.”

Ragnar nodded, his words trailing off.

“I guess so.”

If I die like this, what will remain?
For now, the woman who suffers from guilt for not being able to save someone even though it was not her fault, and yet exudes life, will remain.
Ragnar opened his mouth to say something, but closed it.
To be exact, he swallowed the words, ‘The me in your memories will remain.’

“let’s go.”

Encred spoke and stepped forward. Ragnar followed behind him.

‘Behind me.’

Anne is not the only one left. The author who is angry at himself for crawling up to the end will also remain. The ‘me’ that the author remembers will remain.
I leave the mansion and walk. As I walk diligently, I meet a member of the family who is walking relatively slowly. She is a woman with short hair. She glanced at Encred and asked.

“But why is Enki staying here?”

One of the people Encred had grown attached to while spending time here.
For a friend, or to protect those behind her, there were various reasons.
She wouldn’t say such an awkward thing out loud.
Ragnar thought as he walked off to the side. He had talked to less members of the family than Encred during his time protecting Anne.
The woman had a hard time with Ragnar.
Encred opened his mouth to match the rhythm of his walking.

“Samcheol-i.”
“……Huh?”
“Because he keeps whining about wanting to play.”

The madman speaks as he taps the sword on his waist.

Swish.

The raindrops blowing in the wind hit everyone’s faces. The woman from Zawoon who had spoken took half a step away from Encred.

“What that therapist said was true.”

Are you saying that he’s a madman who talks to swords?

“Yeah, yeah, Samcheol. Today will be fun.”

Encred ignored him and stroked his sword, coaxing him. The woman who saw that quickened her pace and moved away.
She wasn’t trying to tease him. Then, should she have said that she really didn’t like the kid who caused a commotion at her friend’s house?
Or that she wished that at least one less person she had grown attached to would die? It’s
embarrassing.
It would be better to say that she was serious about this fight.
Samcheol cried. That wasn’t a joke either. The blade trembled in response to Encred’s Will.
Of course, it wasn’t the sword that really cried, but rather the phenomenon that occurred because it had Will.

“Why are you teasing me?”

Ragnar took the offensive against Encred. He wasn’t scolding him, but he was pointing out that his jokes were excessive when trying to hide his true feelings.

“Me?”
“Isn’t that so?”
“If I ask you what will be left behind you, what will you say?”

Encred took advantage of what Ragnar had said and launched a counterattack.

“What’s left? Those who watched me use my sword will be left behind.”

Even through the raindrops, he could see a clear smile. Ragnar laughed.
Yes, he was angry at those who had ruined his home, and he was on his way to see them. So, isn’t it funny?
Of course, to ordinary people, it would seem like a crazy mindset.
Since Jawoon was located on a basin, the path up was a gentle uphill.
The path was quite wide, and the people of Jawoon called it the Pilgrimage of the Sword.

‘You say you believe in the God of Swords?’

Encred is also walking on that road. There is mud here and there, perhaps because of the wind and rain. Still, it is a smooth road.
They do not spread divinity, but they revere and worship swords. Since they leave in honor of the god of swords, it is called a pilgrimage.
Those who led this work gathered at the bottom of the gently curving road.
They could not see far due to the wind and rain.
However, they could see the head of the household in the front and those blocking him.
Encred and Ragna saw the head of the household.
Before they could say anything, he drew his sword and raised it. The other party responded. Two scalers with red scales mixed between their black scales rushed forward, tearing left and right, and the head of the household stepped forward alone.
What kind of medicine did Anne say she prepared for him?
In fact, most of the medicine that the genius healer gave them was probably a stimulant that would allow them to fight now.
They said that full-scale treatment would take time.
Anyway, did the head of the household take the medicine? The pressure radiating from his entire body was twice as thick as before.
A thick, heavy blade-like pressure stood tall between the raindrops.

* * *

“Why are you okay?”

Hescal wondered how many times he had been so surprised in the past few years. He was so surprised.
He found himself muttering to himself.
People who should have been suffering in pain were standing there in perfect health. They didn’t seem to be forcing themselves to endure it.
The author, who was Demuil’s disciple, spoke next to him.

“I don’t understand.”

He is an old man in his seventies. He was blinded as a child, and instead of opening his mind’s eye, he had a new eye implanted on his forehead. He collected the eye of Evil Eye, studied it, and reprocessed it, and thanks to it, he can ignore the rain and see ahead.

“Someone got involved. Didn’t you say they killed that woman, the therapist?”

Hescal answered, understanding the current situation with his superior calculation skills than others.

“It must have failed.”

The answer is simple.

‘It was done by a girl named Anne.’

My intuition tells me that Dmul wasn’t trying to kill me for nothing.

‘Dumuel already knew a girl named Anne.’

As soon as he heard the information you gave him, he said he would kill him, and the reason was that he should die?

‘So he was trying to kill the person who stopped my illness.’

The first arrangement prepared by Hescal was ineffective. But Demuil’s disciple was not shaken. Neither was Hescal.

“It must have been just a temporary blockage. Who would dare to block in one day what the Master has prepared for years?”

That’s also true.
Even if that weren’t the case, Hescal saw that the outcome of the fight would not change.