Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 727

727. Let’s have a discussion

“What? You want me to kneel too?”

Ragna frowned as he stared at himself. Encred shook his head.
The heads of the household who had knelt down got up one by one.
The cloudy day had passed and the sun had risen. The sky was blue without a single cloud and the sunlight would caress and dry the wet ground.
Even so, not all the traces left on the ground would disappear.
Encred had decided to step forward and made sure that no one died after him. However, there were still deaths.
Including Hescal, the people he killed and those who followed him died.
From what I heard, the hunters’ village changed their representatives.
A dead person cannot represent the village.
He was chased and killed by Cato.
Well, it was none of Encred’s business.
In any case, since the empty space left by the dead existed, someone was depressed, someone was angry, and someone was happy to be alive.
There was no right or wrong to judge their actions. They were all probably healing their pain in their own way.
Encrid got up from his seat, but he wasn’t in the best condition yet. He wasn’t fully recovered.
Rest and recovery may seem like the same thing, but they are different.

‘I’ve had a good rest so far.’

It was time to focus on recovery.
Simply put, resting was passive and recovery was active.
If sleeping and resting were resting, then
eating and lightly stretching could be considered recovery.
Moreover, Encred’s body had been reborn as a regenerative body through training, and had become a body that healed faster when moving.
That’s how he got up from his seat. For two days, Encred rested, ate, and drank without engaging in intense sparring. He also refrained
from swinging his sword, and only repeated muscle-stretching and stretching exercises and light jumping.
Of course, light jumping was considered that by the standards of a knight or Encred, and if a normal person saw him, they would have thought he was running for so long that he wanted to die.
That’s because half of the day was spent in slow jumping.

“Wow, you eat so well.”

Giants are big eaters. Anajera, one of those giants, looked at Encred with admiration.
The table for eight people in the mansion was filled with food. Today’s main dish was steamed pork, cooked until tender, and steamed vegetables. Encred stuffed it all into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it. He didn’t eat quickly. Instead, he ate for a long time.
As a result, the meal took twice as long as usual.
In other words, he was running slowly and eating slowly, but without stopping.

“Drink this. It will help.”

Anne, who was sitting at the same table, had just finished the small plate that was allotted to her. Encred drank the vial Anne had handed her, pouring it into her mouth and drinking it without leaving a single drop. It was tasteless. It was bitter and sour. But she didn’t frown like a child.
Anne said, looking at it.

“No, who’s chasing me? Why do you look so in such a hurry, really?”

Moving slowly but not stopping may seem urgent to others.
Encred was chewing hard with his mouth full of food, so he couldn’t answer and looked at Anne. Ragnar, who was eating fiercely on the other side, answered instead.

“You want to recover quickly and do something. I guess it’s mostly swordsmanship.”
“……So you want to train, right? Huh?”

Anne said it as if it was absurd, but to Encred it was a natural thing.

‘I learned a lot.’

There were many new things I had learned.
I had to organize them one by one in my head, but I wasn’t confident without rolling my body. I
had to try them out myself and set milestones.
The Wavebreaker Sword, the Sword of Chance.
Along with the two sword techniques, various thoughts were floating around in my head.
In theory, I had organized them to some extent.
In addition, there were many things I wanted to do, starting with how to handle Will. All of those things would have to be done after I got my body in order.
If I was in a hurry and forcibly sewed a button, wouldn’t I end up sewing it in the wrong place?
Now was the important time. It was a time to calmly and steadily move forward step by step.

“That’s an attitude worth emulating.”

Even though they ate separately, for some reason Anahera stood guard at the table like a guard and said this.

“Why you?”

Ragnar looked at her and asked. Anajera had no talent for hiding her feelings. She was honest and straightforward.

“I’m so sorry I tried to kill you. Just tell me what you want. I can even spend the night with you if you want. Yes, that’s what you think. It’s not often you get the chance to spend a day with a charming giant.”
“I decline.”

Encred swallowed his food and spoke. The answer came in a flash.

“I said everything I wanted to say. If you need anything else, just let me know.”

Anahera finished what she wanted to say and turned around. I don’t know, but there must be quite a few people in a similar situation to Anahera right now.
That must be why there are people who wander around without talking to them.
Even now, there were many people who were loitering outside the mansion
for no reason. One of the kids came to visit and cried, saying sorry.
The kid who used the Ail Karaz martial arts acted confidently, saying that he would make the same choice if he were in the same situation, so I told him to bury his head and apologize, but he immediately bury his head in the ground.
Such innocent people. Zaun is a place where such people gather.
Encred repeated the thoughts he had while fighting.

“Isn’t it right to take care of your body before you go out? Why is that?”

Even though I saved my family, Ragnar threw something like a scolding. Half grateful, half embarrassed.
Two days after waking up, he said this. He really can’t hide his feelings. If you’re grateful, you should say thank you.
I was going to tell him to bury his head in it and say thank you, but I stopped myself.
Right now, Ragnar seemed to be asking with a question.
Encred answered, placing his fork-holding arm on the table.

“If the same situation came up, I would make the same choice.”
“So why?”

Should I discuss beliefs? Was it because of the oath?
Should I say that it was because there was now a chance to choose and the power to enforce the will?
All of that is true, but there was another reason.
At that moment, the Luagarne-style tactical sword was activated. I calculated the surroundings, and after thinking about the situation, I came to this conclusion.

“I trusted Anne.”

Thump- Anne raised her head and looked at Encred at the words that were casually blurted out.
Ragnar’s eyebrows trembled for a moment and then stopped.
Was Encred’s thinking higher-dimensional?
No. It was just that he was looking at it differently.
So naturally, the branches of his thoughts would extend in that direction and bloom.
If he stepped forward, there would be no reason for Zaun to be divided. Ragnar would not swing his sword at his father.

‘On the contrary, if my body can hold out just a little longer, Jawoon will try to save me with all his might.’

He was someone who sacrificed himself for his family.
From what I heard and saw on my way here, the healer named Milescia was also a person of outstanding skill.
Isn’t there some precious herb or medicine that she has hidden away?
Moreover, Zaun is a place that belongs to the legendary category.
Isn’t there a single precious relic? I heard that Rhinox once wandered the continent and stockpiled the relics he obtained?
There must have been medicine and relics.
If Zaun’s division was prevented, those medicines and relics could be utilized.
If Anne were here, she would have chosen the ones she needed and used them.

“Dumuel said it was a disease, and if it was a disease, Anne would have cured it.”

If you just listen to the words, it is complete faith.
It was like words of trust without any calculation.
Anne’s cheeks turned red at those words. Laban’s disciples were wary of each other, and Laban himself was no exception.
If Laban had not died, he would have tried to kill Anne.
Therefore, she rarely had her abilities recognized.
Among them, her heart trembled at the faith shown by the central figure of the Mad Knights and the master of the Border Guard Command, who risked his life.

“You wish. But I can’t. I have Ragna.”
“……What are you saying?”

Anne cleared her throat and turned her head, of course, towards her lover.

“How are you feeling?”
“I’m not coughing or bleeding.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner and suffer like this? Huh?”

By the time Encred had overcome the last of the poisons that Demuil had given her, Ragnar had confessed his condition to Anne.
Anne’s reaction was different from that of other women. Certainly.

“What did you do before you started coughing? Did you eat something bad or something?”

He didn’t seem flustered at all. It was like he was standing on the battlefield with his sword in his hand. This was Anne’s territory.
She knew the Mad Knights and Ragnar. She had checked his physical condition several times since coming to Zaun. She didn’t see any signs of a fatal disease. Of course, she didn’t know all the diseases that had spread across the continent, but it wasn’t common for people to die without showing any signs.
They say Ragnar vomited blood.
Anne asked about Ragnar’s condition in great detail, and Ragnar said that he had fainted several times while experimenting on his own body to change Will.

“And did you have any chills or a fever?”
“My head felt warm for a day or two.”

Was this kid dull or half-crazy?
Anne was dumbfounded, but she understood the situation.

“Isn’t that change in Will’s temperament hard on your body?”
“It was a little too much, I guess.”
“Did your throat hurt at that time?”
“It did hurt.”

What the hell is this kid?
Anne said with her expression.
Ragnar looked at Anne like that and recalled his memories for a moment. Was he a bit impatient because Encred had changed so much?
Yes.
It wasn’t easy to induce Will to change with intention again, but he just rushed in anyway.

“Eat. And rest for a day or so. Don’t say a word.”

Ragnar is not usually very talkative.
When I did as he said, the pain from coughing went away and there was no blood.
I felt better now.
For some reason, when I killed the old man with three eyes by blowing up Will in the last battle, blood came out of my throat.

“Next time, if you get sick, come right away. I’m going to be Remed Omnia, Elixir.”
“Got it.”

Ragnar finished speaking, stroking her head with an indifferent attitude.

“I want to be by your side too, so let’s do that.”

This happened.
Encred suddenly stared at the two who were emitting a strange current from their eyes.
It wasn’t something he had to worry about. So, no matter what happened between them, Encred just had to focus on recovering.
But that didn’t mean he wanted to keep seeing the two exchanging glances.

“Go out. Go out and play together.”

Anne shut her mouth at those words, and Ragnar answered as if nothing had happened.

“I have to bring the sunrise.”

Encrid nodded, thinking that it was so.
Odinkar would come by once a day and say whatever he wanted. It wasn’t always about making sense.

“I think I’ll be the next head of the Great Zhao Yun clan. When will we start training?”

He used to blurt out things like this.
Following Odinkar, Grida seemed to have read something from Hescal’s actions.

“Being a Guardian seems like a really bad thing to do.”

I might have asked the owner more questions and heard more.

“Why are you telling me that?”
“I just said so.”

Anne was rarely seen. She was said to be teaching the successor whom Mileschia had secretly raised.
Ragna had returned to his original state.

“Aren’t you curious about what you leave behind now?”

When Encred asked, Ragnar just snickered. It was as if he had realized something and was showing his generosity, as if he was okay with teasing him.
That was why he was so disgusted. Encred spoke again.

“Can I go back and tell Rem, Rem, or Rem that you actually have a terminal illness?”
“Do you want to die here?”

Ragnar asked seriously. Encred shook his head, saying no.
It was still too much to train.
Still, he thought it would be okay to rest for another day or two.
Encred did his work while organizing his sword skills in his head and organizing the things he wanted to do.

“Riley.”

One of them was this. Encred found Riley. It was early evening. As dusk began to scatter its last light and the moon and stars filled the void, Riley sat blankly before a pile of dirt. Her eyes were blank and her fingertips were dark, probably from working with dirt for days.

“Have you come to question me about my sins?”

Why would he ask Riley about a sin he didn’t ask anyone else about?
he said again.

“Have you come to punish me for the sins my father committed?”

Before speaking, it seemed as if he had left his soul somewhere, but when he spoke, he seemed to have strength.
Riley stayed here for half a day. There was a crude grave that someone had made. Instead of a tombstone, there was a piece of wood with letters carved with a dagger.

Hescal, sleep here.

Riley couldn’t hate him.
Encred thought that Riley deserved to know, even if no one else did.
Riley was Hescal’s son.
His voice was too emotionless for Gaju to tell him directly.
Well, that wasn’t necessarily Encred’s role, but he just stepped forward because he felt bad.
There was a time when Gaju guessed and Encred realized something slowly.
Riley just listened silently.
And by the end of the story, Riley’s expression was the same, but she was crying.

“If I left you behind, I would have known that Gaju would spare you. If I had wanted to deal a perfect blow to Jawoon, I would have killed you too. You may not have any military experience, but you have learned simple tactical command, right?”

Encred asked.
Riley didn’t answer. That was all true.
His father had taught him that too.
Hescal was smart and foxy, but he couldn’t completely abandon his father.
He couldn’t kill Riley. He couldn’t bring himself to do that.
Encred turned around, leaving Riley in tears.

* * *

It was about the time when the sunlight had dried the ground. Encred came out at dawn as usual to stretch his body.
It was also the day when he was slowly deciding to swing his sword.

Knock, knock. Knock, knock.

A limping man approaches, using the sword in its scabbard as a cane.
He has a solemn expression. His mouth is tightly shut, and his eyes are full of strength. He kneels on the dry ground and bends his bad legs.

“I will be your slave.”

This would be Riley’s own way of making amends.
The words he spat out to Encred, the hero who saved Zaun, would have lingered in his mind.
After realizing that he had lost his father, he would have known what he had to do.
He had to erase the soot that would remain in Encred’s heart. That’s what he thought.
He would become a slave, and Encred would not leave any ill feelings in Zaun.
That’s what he had to do.
However, it would only be meaningful if the other person was really hurt and had soot, and it would only be achieved if the other person wanted it.

“We don’t need slaves.”

Encred was as plain as ever.
Just as he had approached them in Zaun without getting excited, Encred was the same now.

“Let’s spar.”

The words he spat out were like that.
Now that I realize it, Encred is really like this.
Riley’s solemn expression suddenly disappeared.

“What about slaves? And get in line, kid. You’re not first.”

Well, Riley wasn’t the only one there.
One-armed Rhinox was nagging, and Odinkar, Grida, Magrun, and Alexandra were all gathered in one place.
So this was the time Encred had been looking forward to.
This was play and fun for him.
Encred’s mouth twisted and his front teeth were exposed.

“Come all at once.”

The expressions of those belonging to Jawoon harden at those arrogant words.

“Really, unless you’re a hero who saves the village.”

Odinkar muttered.
Everyone felt the same way.