Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 736

736. That Someone

How should one’s stride be when holding the spear wide and thrusting?
Brunhild knew the answer without even asking.

“Why did you move your feet?”

Encrid asked every time, and Brunhild would stand up with her spear as a cane and get lost in thought.
In some ways, it was a bit funny.
One side was swinging the spear around freely, while the other side was asking why.
Could this be called teaching?
But it was right.

‘The learning ability is extraordinary.’

There is no laziness. If this is a talent, it can be a talent.
It is a talent separate from what you have. It is the ability to enjoy something even when you are tired.
Brunhild’s eyes still sparkled even though she was simply swinging her spear.

“How many times do you want me to repeat this?”
“A hundred times a day.”

He laughs, saying that it’s good to practice simple stabbing and swinging the spear.
Encred mostly held a sword, but he’s also held a spear, so he gives me direction so that I can repeat the basics I know, and the rest is focused on passing on the tips he’s discovered through questions and answers.

‘What matters is how you use your strength.’

It doesn’t matter what you have in your hand.

‘You’ll figure out the basics on your own.’

Then what this child needs is a knack. To put it simply, what Encred is doing now is planting several milestones for the path that Brunhild should walk in the future. When
Encred roughly broke off a branch and swung it as a wooden sword, Brunhild happily swung her spear.
Encred spent half a day like this.

‘Still, something is missing.’

Brunhild has great talent, but she keeps skipping the middle step. That doesn’t seem to be a problem right now.

‘It’s better to know it properly and move on.’

This part requires some thought.
I can’t just write a book on swordsmanship here and go.
Then I’ll have to stay in this village for half a year.

‘That’s going to be difficult.’

The original plan was to just resolve the threat. No matter how long and how fast the devil flew, if he just showed up there would be no problem, so we just had to wait for that moment.

‘We just need to reduce the number of demons.’

This is something that a knight would do. If he sees the demons, he can chase them for two nights, cutting, stabbing, and killing them.
There is no trace of the demons right now, but if he sets his mind to it, he will find them, so it won’t take long.
Encred is not a great hunter, but he is not blind.
It is easy to get lost in the mountains, but if he has a clear base like this and uses it as a center and doesn’t go too far, he won’t get lost.

‘I’m not Ragnar either.’

The problem of the demons that were harassing Harkbent was also nothing to Encred.
The sun was starting to set. The days were short in the mountains. Unless you lived on a plateau like Zaun, that would be natural.
The surrounding mountains quickly blocked out the sunlight, and the shadows became long, making Brunhild’s shadow stretch out.

“swimming.”

The sunset is behind the child who is still smiling and swinging the spear. Orange hands touch the child, touch themselves, caress the entire village, and pass by.
If we look at it sentimentally, we can say that it is a warm and gentle light.
It is a hand that embraces those who endured each day, endured each day, and reached the present.
In the midst of this, a vision was seen. Those who died because they could not protect them are clearly visible.
No matter how many times we repeat today, they are shadows that will not disappear
. Some stains cannot be removed no matter what. And some scars may fade, but their shapes are clear.

‘help.’

He risked his life on that one word and failed. Encrid was unable to help anyone.

‘Someone, anyone, has to save us. This can’t be happening. It’s unfair.’

It was called the town of sinners. A father who had his daughter taken away tried to kill the lord but failed and became a fugitive.
There were also those who had their property taken away because they could not pay the registration tax they had to pay to stay in the city.
Messy memories swirled through my head through the orange sunset.
I imagined it for countless days. Would things have been different if someone had helped me at that moment?

‘Someone.’

My heart didn’t swell with pride, but my fur reacted and a small thrill ran through my body.
Encrid had become someone I had imagined countless times, in that moment.
A woman wearing an apron and with her hair neatly tied up emerged from the illusion and spoke.

“Would you like to complain? No one else would have stepped forward if it weren’t for you. So, now, let go of your burden and live. That’s okay. You’ve done enough.”

The cold emotion turned into a stimulus, making his heart beat and reaching his face. Encrid shed tears because he didn’t need to hold it back.
It didn’t mean anything special. He just let his emotions flow.

“yap!”

Right next to Encred, a genius girl swung her spear.
If that child continued to grow like this, she might one day become someone else. That was the thought that came to mind.

* * *

Harkbent couldn’t sleep because of the attack by the wild dog demons, and the skin under his eyes was dark. Anxiety and worry were eating away at him.

‘If we go into the city like this.’

I guess I’ll have to go to the slums.
Is that right?

‘That might be better than dying.’

What is the right answer?
Harkbend knows that there are no right answers in life. It is one of the things he has learned in his forty-plus years of life.

‘But is that kind of life really right?’

Should I live fifty years as a slave?
Or should I live five years as a human?
If I defend the village and die, I will die with hope.

‘If you go down to the city to find a life.’

We will live with despair.
It will be no different from living as slaves again.
It is not easy to go down the mountain range.
Can we save half of them?

“Ugh.”

The pressure was squeezing my mind, affecting my body, and I felt nauseous. I hadn’t eaten anything, so all I could do was spit out water.
My throat was hot. My eyes were hot, and my ears and nose were all hot.
I felt like a piece of meat in a steamer.

“after.”

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my body and raised my head. The sunset was setting.
As I looked at it, I thought of an outsider with black hair and an appearance that I would never forget once I saw him.
He killed the demon in one breath. Is that swordsman the savior of the village?
If not, what does he want? Then what can he ask for after killing the demon?

‘What if I ask you to give me my daughter?’

Should I give it away? If I could give one away to save everyone, should I?
It’s painful. I know I should, but I can’t.
I can’t. Harkbent knows one of the truths of the world.
Salvation is something you have to do yourself. No one can save someone else for you.

“Don’t carry it alone, Harven.”

An old man in his sixties approached and spoke. His back was hunched and his eyes were white.

“Everyone will choose and decide their own life. Isn’t that how we’ve lived so far?”
“……I know.”
“If that swordsman wants something ridiculous, I’ll fight until the last one remains.”

I’m saying this after reading your concerns.

“We have to stop the devil first.”

It should be so. That is the order. The night sky where the sunset has faded is pitch black. The two moons and stars shined as if they were competing, as if they did not like that
pitch black sky. Since he did not have the leisure to enjoy beauty, the light did not enter Harkbent’s eyes.
His mind was filled with anxiety about an unexpected crisis.
And he heard the sound of anxiety ringing the bell. Naturally, it was not a clear and refreshing sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The village of Harkbent was a small basin surrounded by old trees.
If one were to look from above, one would be able to see a dense circle of trees, cleverly hidden in the mountains. When
one of the old trees, a natural defense, snapped, the sound was as loud as thunder.

“bear!”

Someone shouted. Harkbent recognized the voice as Jerry’s. He was a capable friend with sharp eyes and ears, and he knew how to make bows and arrows. He
had set several traps on the outskirts and was watching, as the recent movements of the demons were unusual. He was one of many who had trouble sleeping, including himself.
Harkbent grabbed the spear set up next to the semi-basement house and ran out.

“If you go to the bear’s hideout, you’ll die! You all have to hide!”

The old man let out a loud roar that was not appropriate for his age.
Hiding was not the solution.
Harkbent knew this instinctively.
He ran to the place where he confirmed the true nature of the loud noise.
The majesty of the creature standing on two legs was extraordinary. It was often said to be as big as a house, and that was true. It was three times larger than a person.
And that creature was spewing black blood everywhere.
To be exact, what he saw was a demon with a half-severed neck swinging its claws.
Then, the man standing in front of him slapped the bear’s hand away with his bare hands.
Should I rub my eyes? Am I seeing the right thing?
Well, it would be okay to have such questions.
Harkbent had never seen a knight. In fact, it was common for people to never see one in their lives. As
the situation on the continent changed, many armed groups that had hidden their power raised their heads, so for those who were on the battlefield, the presence of a knight was suddenly felt on their skin, but this was a village of hermits. Most of the members are ignorant of the situation on the continent.
So, of course, it was a scene they could not have imagined.
It was surprising that they could not see the movements of the wild dog demons, but this was even worse.
The wild dog demons were somehow able to fight.
But the bear demons? What about the bear demons, which were as big as a house?

* * *

Before anyone could shout, “Bear,” or even before the tree fell.
Encred woke up to an ominous intuition, and immediately got out of bed. The only thing he could wear besides his clothes was a pair of cloth gauntlets.
Encred didn’t even have time to put them on, so he just held onto his three-pointed sword. He
slammed the leather of the beast that he had made the entrance with a loud bang and went out, and a faint smell of game was released.
It wasn’t hard to find the direction when there was a smell. As he sharpened his senses, he heard the crackling or cracking of tree branches.
It was the sound of something large moving and approaching. It
had a distinct presence. As Encred walked toward it, a thud was heard, and someone who had confirmed its existence by relying on the moonlight shouted, “Bear.”
Just seeing a large body suddenly emerging from the pitch-black darkness would make his stomach churn.
That’s how it would be for an ordinary person.
Encred jumped forward and grabbed the back of the man’s neck who was facing the bear.
His body froze as he shouted.
A beast is a predator, and a beast of a beast can make a person’s body stiffen just by looking at it.
This is also the basic principle of the monster’s intimidation.
The fear of the prey makes the body stiff.

‘The beginning of the will to refuse.’

It was about shaking off fear.
It was a thought that came to me as I ran. It is okay to have such distracting thoughts. I came out in a hurry, but when I came out and looked, I felt relaxed.
This kind of relaxedness may also be due to running diligently.
When Encred grabbed the back of his neck and threw him backward, the man’s legs flew up.

“Uh, uh, uh.”

When the author, who couldn’t even scream properly, fell on his butt, the bear’s claws approached and cut him.
Aside from his size, he was incredibly fast. Judging from the fact that he changed the direction of his claws, which were originally intended to cut the man, and cut himself, his judgment was also good.
Encred raised the sword in his hand diagonally.
The blade of the three irons was like a child’s arm blocking an axe swung by a giant, but that arm was able to shake off the giant’s axe.

Empty.

‘Your nails are thick.’

The moonlight was bright. It wasn’t hard to see ahead. It wasn’t as bright as daylight, but it was enough to distinguish the appearance of the demon that had jumped out.

‘One eye is missing.’

The scar covering one eye is old, and a crescent-shaped patch of different-colored hair stands out on his chest.

‘When he became a demon, his strength multiplied and his fingernails became as hard as steel.’

In addition, several characteristics of the demon came to mind, but I roughly squashed them and put them away.
Since I was still in the process of getting used to the Luagarne-style tactical sword, I tended to accept anything I recognized as information, but I also needed to ignore the unnecessary. Otherwise, I would overload.
So Encred did that. I ignored it appropriately.
He struck back at the claws that were coming down with his three-iron blade and then cut off the neck. The blade drew two trajectories in the air. One trajectory for striking, and two trajectories for cutting the neck.

puck!

Black blood sprayed everywhere, and the bastard let out a scream. In reality, it was more of a scream full of pain than a scream.
Even in that state, he stretched out his other hand.

‘This is the information you need.’

As a demon, he gained tenacious vitality. His severed neck began to regenerate by intertwining blood vessels.
And he was aggressive enough to attack even while feeling pain.
He deliberately struck the other hand that the bear had struck with his bare hand. Thanks to that, he had some leeway in his hand holding the Samcheol.
The bear demon resisted until the very end. It opened its mouth wide and tried to bite Encred’s head regardless of his dangling neck.
It was an extreme that went beyond the realm of insight.

‘That’s surprising.’

Encred thought for a moment and activated the Sword of Chance, and even this moved as if he had intended it.
The three irons drew a vertical straight line, then changed its shape into a curve, and stabbed the bear’s cheek horizontally, stopping it.

Boom! Crunch!

The bastard bit the three irons, and Encred pulled back the hand that had struck the bear’s face and thrust his right foot forward.
In an instant, he changed to a left-handed stance.
With that changed stance, he pulled back the right hand holding the three irons and swung his left fist.
At the same time that the head of the bastard bitten by the blade came into a good position to hit, Encred’s ankle and waist rotated.
His left hand extended, and he used the double sword style strike that he had learned from Ragnar along with the techniques of the Balaf style of martial arts.
His fist filled with will struck the bear’s head.

Liar!

The bear’s head exploded, and the byproducts spread to one side. Encred waved his hands in the air.
He didn’t have his gauntlets on, so his fingernails felt like they were soaked with black liquid.
Encred looked straight ahead. Even though the bear was dead, the stench of prey still stung his nose.
In the darkness, two leopards glared at him. It was enough distance to run after them.
His body responded to his mind’s movement.
With a thud, the dirt burst from the heels of Encred’s boots.
The light of the three irons, reflecting the moonlight, drew long lines and headed toward the two leopard beasts.