Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 725

725. You have the opportunity to choose

A chilly raindrop soaks the ground, and lightning strikes one after another above the dark clouds.

Urrrrrrrrrr.

It was the sound of a white light exploding in the distance. Even the lightning was leaving for a moment.
The sound of thunder was only heard from afar and did not come closer.
Silence flowed through the raindrops. After a short gap, Gaju opened his mouth.

“I’ll take all the curses.”
“That’s ridiculous. What would I do with someone who’s going to die anyway?”

Dmul is not a fool. Tempest Zawn swung his sword beyond his limits.
If he had left behind one of the guards he had sent to kill the lord at Hescal’s suggestion, he would not have been treated like this.
Clever Hescal, Fox Hescal.
Was the reason his last tactic was so poor because he wanted this?

‘Was that even what you wanted?’

There is no answer. The dead cannot answer.
Also, it would be pointless to blame the dead now.
The sword that Dmul pulled out was extremely sharp.
Should I kill my entire family to save Encred, an outsider?
My family, including my wife and children, my friends, my colleagues? All of them?

‘The choices were decided from the beginning.’

Dmul did not just talk about the curse.
If the head of the household catches Encred and makes him kneel, he will be cursed.
But will he be quiet?
If he tries to catch him by fighting, many people in Zaun will have to join hands with the gods of death and play around.

‘In the end, you will kill each other.’

When Encred dies, musicians and instruments will head to Zaun to play a funeral song for him.
In the end, Zaun will fall.
It was a plan to kill that annoying guy here and Zaun.
Judging from the fact that he was able to do this in a short period of time, Demul was also an extraordinary man.

“Decide. Are you going to let me run away?”

Dmul said, and this time, even though the voice didn’t overlap, it sounded like lightning to some of Zaun’s swords.
Everyone’s hearts wavered. Even though the wind and rain had lessened and the raging storm had disappeared.
Anahera and Riley spread out and created something like a siege net. They were quick to act. No matter
what choice they made or what happened, they had to avoid the worst.
If Encred left, it was over, regardless of the choice.
Rhinox couldn’t continue speaking and stepped back.
It was the bare minimum of conscience. He didn’t attack Encred, who had turned his back.
He had fought for Zaun. He had to respect his honor.
There was no choice. Everything seemed to be going according to Dmul’s wishes, but someone came dragging his legs and blocked Encred’s path.
The greatsword was cracked in the middle and looked like it would break at any moment. He stabbed the greatsword into the ground. Whoosh, the pouring rain soaked everything around him.
Between his wet blond hair, his red eyes cast a sharp light, unlike his messy body. The will and determination are high.

“Go.”

It was Ragna. The emotionless eyes of the head of the household met Ragna’s.

“What are you doing?”

The owner asked.

“I must send the captain.”

The son’s answer was immediate.
Ragnar, you might not have any worries.
But if you had to choose, it would be this one.

“Instead, I will spend all my remaining time for those who remain in Jawoon.”

The captain is saved and the aftermath is taken care of. That is the path Ragnar chose.
Not everyone would have gotten sick. Those who survived, those in the retirement village.
They would inherit the sword of Jawoon.
The sacrifice now, it is not the captain’s fault, is it?
But the world used to force sacrifices regardless of whether there was fault or not.
The head of the household knew that.

“How many people will survive?”

Demul chuckled. Only then did everyone see him as a devil. At this point, it would be okay to say that he was not just a hideous monster, but the incarnation of the devil.
Can Ragnar protect Encred even if he blocks it?
Here, excluding Gaju and Alexandra, the two were the most seriously injured.
Gaju’s emotionless eyes turned to Encred, and his lips moved a few times.
He showed no emotion, but his actions hinted at a brief moment of hesitation.
But is it right to force such a choice on someone who lived for Zaun?
Moreover, Encred seemed to already know the answer Gaju would give.
Encred brushed her rain-soaked hair and turned around.

“Don’t run away. You can hate us for the rest of your life and become an evil spirit to torment me. But, ah.”

Riley broke off her words, tears streaming down her face. It wasn’t because of someone else’s intervention. She just couldn’t continue.
The gentle raindrops covered her tears.
What is this to someone who fought for us?
And who’s left? If you ask Riley what Jaune is, there’s only one answer.
Family. Life. Everything.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Encred spoke to Riley, who was like that. He turned his back and stood before the owner of the rotten underwear that gave off a foul smell even as he died.

“Is that a curse? A disease?”

If it’s a curse, it won’t work. There’s a boatman.
A calm tone, not a single glance wavering. Blue eyes like upright pillars meet the eyes that have rotted and become rotten.
Even without Will, it exudes power. Even without intimidation, humans can set an example for everyone and make them look up to them through their actions.
Just like Encred is doing now.
It was before the head of the household said anything, and before all the swords of Zaun were pointed at yesterday’s friend.

“……They said it was a curse, but it’s a disease.”

Demul said under pressure. Just as the legendary monster that claimed to be a god was degraded with just one word, this time too, the situation was similar.
The black, deep, and foul-smelling curse that the devil had spread was covered up by the actions of a mere human.
Encred opened his mouth without a moment’s hesitation.

“That’s bad luck. I’ll do that.”

Being unlucky isn’t a curse, it’s a disease. I didn’t say that because I thought anyone would understand.

“What do you plan to do?”

Demuil asked back. It was a question that came out naturally because it was so absurd.

“Please give me that bottle. In return, the bottle in everyone’s body in Zawoon will not burst. If it’s not a lie.”
“I will change it by gathering my last breath. It is not done with magic, but with a wish. It is also an act of mortgaging my soul.”

The book of golden words says so. So there is no deception.
Dmul was also an alchemist and magician who once discussed legends. His words also had intentions.
Encred realized that his opponent could use a trick. However, he thought that he would not have anticipated this situation and prepared anything, and judging by his current attitude, he judged it to be true.

‘Did DeMuel expect defeat?’

That wouldn’t be the case.
He cared about himself, Ragnar, and Anne, but he would have predicted victory anyway.
Otherwise, there would have been no reason for him to step forward.

‘Through whatever process, DeMuel sensed victory and set out.’

It just didn’t work.
What if it was a trick, even though everything seemed so real?

“Can I live the same day again?”

The sailor in the fantasy asks.
Encred answers that he will do it until he feels like it.

“Are you serious? You’re going to save everyone instead of you?”

Encred was not the work of the boatman, but it seemed like the boatman, but this author was definitely inferior to the boatman.
The boatman does not engage in such cheap sorcery.
Also, he has made such choices countless times.
When he had no strength, he did not even have a chance to choose, so he made it in his mind, and even if he stepped forward somehow, he was pushed back, but now he has a chance to choose. The power to carry out that will is in his hand and full in his body.
It is the same with Samcheol and the unending will.
So he will do it.
As he usually believes, as he wishes.

“I protect everyone behind my back. That’s my belief.”

A knight develops his will through oaths. Encred, who had an inexhaustible will, did not need to risk his life for his oaths.
However, Encred always kept his word by risking everything.

“Then do it.”

There was no hesitation in his words.
No one expected that the one chosen as the scapegoat would do this to him.
Not even Demuil or Gaju.

“You are truly crazy.”

Demul was speechless at the absurdity. All he could say was that he was crazy.

“He’s crazy. He’s crazy.”

As he muttered, Encred tried to urge him to start.

“This is crazy.”

A voice came from behind. Anne, who had come out of the mansion and came here, was surprised to see Demul and cried out.
Anne’s small head stood out even more because her wet hair was sticking to her, and she had her usual leather pouch tucked into her side.
Next to Anne, Grida put his hand on his side and shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.

“You won’t listen to me, Doctor.”
“I heard that if you treat the injured person from behind, you can save someone who was about to die, so you came right away.”

Anne scolded Grida for this, but her eyes never left Demul.

“Is that right? That Drum?”

She asked.
There was no point in asking why she had come out.
Anne had already come out, and she had recognized the situation with her eyes, and had heard what had happened so far.

“He really is alive, looking so good.”

In some ways, this author could be considered Anne’s direct enemy. Demul glared at Anne.

“That girl who is not like me.”

Encred was about to ask if he was bluffing about when the illness would come, or if he was just bluffing, but he stopped himself.
He knew it. Demul couldn’t do anything anymore. He couldn’t move a finger.
All he had left was a shred of will, barely enough strength to say a few words.
There was no point in teasing him. There was no need to distract him.

“Jawoon, I.”

As Gaju was about to open his mouth, Encred remembered the scene the ferryman had shown him before.
That was now.
He had shown him something that seemed like a fantasy before he came.
There was Anne dying there, and Ragnar was angry.
But not everything the ferryman had shown him came true.
Encred knew Gaju’s choice even before he stepped forward.

“I will not pass on any illness or curse.”

He might have said this.
Would he have come up with a different answer in the situation the boatman showed? He might have chosen the family because his beliefs were broken.
There is always a possibility.
That is why Ragnar argued and Gaju said that it was the best for him.

“gibberish.”

Ragnar in the fantasy said so, but the current Ragnar just silently stood in front of me.

“Are you serious?”

And ask yourself this:

“Do you really think that a disease can kill me?”

Encred answered in a light tone. Ragnar did not answer.
Now, what else has changed?

“Those damn bastards.”

The situation between Anne and Demuel was reversed. Demuel blinked and continued with her last order.

“You will suffer from illness all your life and then die. I am the father of all diseases. I am the god who will create a new order on this earth!”

The golden book scattered, scattering light. Encred felt something invisible digging into his body.
That was the end.
Then he let out a breath, and his breath was mixed with hot heat.
It felt like his insides were burning.

“hmm.”

With a groan, the strength left my legs. I landed on my knees and used the iron bars as support, pinning them into the floor.
There appeared to be three iron bars pinned into the floor.

“Ugh.”

I opened my mouth because I felt nauseous, and red blood gushed out.

“What the heck!”

Anne shouted.
Ragnar, who had vomited blood at the same time with bad timing, wiped his mouth and spoke.

“You said you wouldn’t shy away from a fight, so don’t shy away from that fight either. Don’t give in to illness, Commander.”

Ah, this is the same. Ragnar had said something like that in his visions.
Encred held on, concentrating on the sound he was hearing. It was as if someone was burning his neck and intestines with a hot iron.

“Let them all die.”

As DeMuil took his last breath and uttered his words, Anne, who had come closer without him noticing, shouted with strength in her stomach.

“Do you think I can leave it like that? I am the Elixir, the Panax, and the Remed Omnia.”

The light in Demul’s eyes went out. Did he hear Anne? Maybe he did.
In fact, was he afraid of this moment and trying to kill Anne?
Encred thought up to that point and closed his eyes.
Now, if he opened his eyes, would it be a repeat of today? Or not?
That was something he could not know until he opened his eyes.