Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 743

743. Loss

“Yes, I killed all the demons and finally escaped from the day I had prepared for.”

The rippling river, the purple lamp, and the boatman’s appearance made him realize that this was not a dream.
Encred sat on the boat, stared into the distance, and then turned his head.
Why was there no end to this place no matter where he looked? No, to be more precise, he could only see the ‘end’.
It was as if all directions were blocked. The river flowed and the lights continued endlessly. If you ask why, all he could say was that it was just that.

“Congratulations. You were born mortal, but you can ultimately hope for immortality.”

The words had a scholarly meaning.
Today’s boatman was poetic. Or he seemed like a wise man seeking the truth.

“I never wished for immortality.”
“I will.”
“Are you sure?”

After all this time?
This is the underlying question.
The corner of the boatman’s mouth twisted. Now he often smiles. It is a clear change from when they first met.

“When you are finally locked in the prison of regret, you will beg and plead. Yes, you will not believe and you will not accept. I know. So I will show you.”

The hand of the boatman, who was not holding the lamp, was raised in the air. Thanks to this, the robe fluttered upward, but the inside of the robe did not look like someone had painted it black.
In the moment when my eyes were briefly drawn to the inside of the robe, the surroundings had changed. It was not the side of the ship.
On the pitch-black ground, Encred was kneeling on one knee and holding someone in his arms.

“Leave it. Do what you have to do. Chew.”

Her hair, clotted with blood, had turned a duller color than its usual gray.
Rem was dying. There was nothing she could do.

“It’s not that I don’t know that the future is changeable. Yes, this will be a very distant future.”

The boatman’s voice rang out from all directions.
It was not a mean or evil voice. Rather, it was calm. It was just a prediction with a high probability that something like that would happen.
That made it seem more realistic.
Rem was dead. Encred had to watch the last breath of the man in his hands.

“That’s the first today you’ll get.”

It’s a loss. It means losing.
What the boatman wanted is clear.

Embrace your sorrow. Do you really need to face such difficult days?

I know what his intentions are, but I have no interest in going along with them.
Also.

‘Something that hasn’t happened yet.’

There is nothing to know. If that is the case, then worrying now will not change anything.
So, just get up and do what you have to do.
Encred woke up from his dream and opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he could smell water. It was because the damp air had been spreading since last night and raindrops had started to fall one by one.

“Shut up.”

Encred woke up lightly from the bed, which had a moderately firm texture that he liked.
The bed was a gift from Shinar. It was said to be filled with special leaves.
Encred woke up, took off his top, and went outside wearing only thin pants.

“Are you out, brother?”

Audyn, who was as big as a bear, greeted him with a grin.

“You woke up early.”
“It’s dawn prayer week.”

The priest of the god of war faithfully observes the week of prayer.
Even in the sacred city of Legion, there are few people as devout as that.
Excluding the rag-tag saint who is the spiritual father of Audin.
That saint is heading to Legion this time. It is said that he left after receiving some request, and that a letter from Lord Overdeer has arrived.

‘If it’s to the extent of that Overdeer Lord, then it’ll be faithful.’

Other than that, it would be Noah.
When I returned to the Border Guard, I found several letters from Noah.
Most of them were nonsense, but the meaning contained in the contents was clear.
He said that he would do anything if he was needed and could be of help.
It wasn’t that he wanted to repay the debt, but it was also that if Encred helped him because he was his friend, he could do the same.

‘This is unusual.’

If he had really been captured by the Empire, things would have been very difficult for him.
Audyn speaks right next to him.

“You haven’t been playing around lately.”

He continued his training at the Jawoon House. It was a natural thing for Encred.

“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Then.”

The two soon lifted and lowered rocks in the early morning rain, and placed the iron ball that Aitri had made between their legs, and lay down, lifting and lowering their legs with only their abdominal muscles.
It was a training method that would be shocking if anyone saw it.
If they missed the iron ball between their feet, their faces would be shattered.
If they were unlucky enough, it could fall between their legs and cause an even more serious disaster.
Of course, that didn’t happen to the two. They were just calmly absorbed in their training.

“I was looking forward to the war with the empire, but it’s disappointing.”

After a while, Pell came out and spoke, and next to him, Lawford shook his head.

“I didn’t expect that.”

War brings sorrow. Lawford knows that. He knows that Fel, but he is just the type that must fight if necessary.
Encred observed the two. They are indeed different, but perhaps similar in temperament.
They both fight when they have something to do, but the process is different. Therefore, the form of enlightenment will also be different.
The question I had before came to mind again.

‘Can you develop a knight with an established system?’

These two have been beaten and rolled around countless times for that. Audyn told me yesterday what happened.

“I pushed it as hard as I could. Now, we’re both having a lot of fun.”

Encred also seemed to know why he said that.

‘Will reacts.’

When I look at them, both of them naturally prepare themselves and prepare. It’s not that there’s anything to fight about. It’s more like a conditioned reflex.

‘A response learned through repeated experiences.’

What brought me this far was the system I created.
Can I create an article using the system? What is the answer?

‘It’s difficult with a half-baked system.’

It may be possible to move Will at ridiculous speeds for a semi-knight by simply beating his body, but it will not lead him to becoming a knight.

‘What makes you write will unconsciously.’

The next target for those two.
This was not something I had anticipated or prepared for.
I just saw the two of them and their postures of preparation, so I had to assume that my heart was moved. I
saw Zawoon and stayed in a small village.
Encred learned a lot before coming to the Border Guard, but the things he learned while teaching were quite a lot.
The conversation with Balfir Balmung also helped.

‘The knight must rise up and awaken.’

It doesn’t end with simply becoming stronger.

‘All things in harmony.’

Muscle strength, reaction, sense, everything moves as one. It is the will that leads it.
Lawford and Pell are different. So they need different methods.
If luck is coincidence, half of it is coincidence, and the other half is Encred’s unique way of growing.
Encred intuitively thought of a way to put the two on top of the knights.
As soon as the thought came to mind, his body moved. It was the same action as usual. Encred put down the iron ball and grabbed the three irons.

“Pell.”

He then speaks and moves. Before he knows it, the three irons that were pulled out rise vertically and then fall, and he presses down on the pel between the movement of lifting his feet and swinging his arms.
If you look at it from the side, it is not a very fast swordsmanship.

‘I can’t stop it.’

Lawford knew the moment he saw the swordsmanship. His insight was extraordinary.
He had a glimpse of the future and sensed death. However, that death was not his own, but Fel’s.
Before I knew it, Luagarne’s eyes, who had been watching me, had grown larger than ever. Red veins were popping out above the eyes. It was because he had poured all of the natural power of the Prok race into it.

‘Slash down and split the body. Even if you avoid damage, you lose an arm.’

Coercion and a stab.
The pre-action was brief, and there was no warning.
The target, Fel, laid his hand on the idol slayer. Before Encred called, he already felt a threat in his instinctive realm.
Like a herbivore drinking water while keeping a close eye on its back, Fel strangely felt alert the moment he saw Encred.
Then he caught the moment Encred’s momentum changed and reacted.
The idol slayer was chosen.

Ching-

If you hit, you live. If you don’t, you die.
You have to pull Will out, but you don’t have time to think about it. Since you didn’t have time to think about anything, everything was natural.
Survival is the most important desire for humans.
And Pel came from the wilderness as a shepherd. They do anything to survive. That’s how Pel learned it from a young age.
He pulled Will out before he had the intention to live.

Ji-ing.

The Idol Slayer reacted to Will, and his entire body’s muscles, nerves, and senses became one as he struck Encred’s sword.

hook.

There was no sound of iron clashing.
The three irons had fallen and turned back, and the idol slayer had merely cut the air.
Then Fel looked at Encred, but his eyes were not looking at him, but at a place farther away.

Bam.

The end of the idol slayer that had been drawing a vain line in the air fell down and touched the ground. Pel, with his arms hanging down, stopped there.
Everyone was looking at him wondering what was going on.

“fizzle.”

Encred put his index finger on his nose and spoke. Fel entered the inner world.
The body and mind that had endured harsh training through Audin and the Mad Knights were only one step away from becoming a knight.
Encred helped with that.

‘The Imperial Knight Training Law.’

It would probably be something similar to this.

‘It’s the apprenticeship method.’

It comes to mind naturally. They will teach in the form of a master and disciple.
If that’s the case, it will be possible to maintain the number of knights.
If you listen to what Balmung said, it is.
Rem came out late, rubbed her eyes, and laughed.
Now you can do everything?
No one among the mad knights could do it in one breath.
The swordsmanship Encred did a little while ago is like that.

‘Just the speed I need.’

Threatening his life but not killing him, and not giving him time to think about anything else.
Easier said than done.
Encred looked at Rem like that and spoke silently with his mouth.
Later.
He said this after noticing that his will had arisen and that his momentum had been flowing out of him on its own.
Sachsen was just leaving the quarters, and he felt that Encred’s senses were much more sensitive than before.
Thinking about it, he had also realized his location the moment they met.
Sachsen’s eyes also sparkled.
It seemed that tag wouldn’t be as easy as before. It wouldn’t be easy to sneak up on him now.
Everyone except Ragnar moved to the end of the training grounds. He was still sleeping.
Lawford spoke only after putting Fel far away.

“Why Pelman.”

If Pel wakes up first, what will he do?
Encred said while looking at such a Loford.

“For three days, swing your sword without resting. With the thought that you will stop just before death each time without even a sip of water.”

If what Pell needs is intense stimulation, what Lawford needs is time to organize what has accumulated.
Lawford thought for a moment at Encred’s words before answering.

“I will be away for a while.”

Since the training of new recruits was left to a squire named Clemen, there was nothing for Lawford to do while he
was still there. Lawford disappeared. He would change and come back before Pell woke up. That determination was clearly evident on the stage.

“Did you learn something fun?”

Rem said. Ragna had already seen Encrid’s level change, but these people did not.

“I learned a lot of things.”
“Then?”

It seemed like they wanted to stick together right away, but Encred said while gauging the sunlight between the dark clouds.

“Later, I have an appointment.”
“……You’re refusing to spar?”

Rem was surprised, but Encred just answered calmly.

“The three-steel handle has come loose. If you’re going to do it, do it right.”
“I’ll wait, brother.”

The answer was given by Audin.

“Teresa, um, is it already done?”

Audin smiled and nodded at Encred’s question.
She was one step ahead of Lawford and Fel. However, the way she climbed was different from those two.
This was when Encred was not around. Audin had been considerate of her and told her various things and even showed her other paths.

“You might be able to join the Knights Templar.”

So I suggested it.

“This is where I want to live, this is my home.”

Teresa shook her head. She didn’t have a single thought.
Why does everyone call this place home?
The man who became the reason nodded and gathered up his oiled cloak.

“I’m going out for a bit.”

Aitri was waiting. It had already been three days since I returned.
The first day, I came back and it was evening.
The next day, I told everyone what had happened.

“It’s definitely interesting what the captain says.”

This is what Rem said while listening to the story. It was something I had already heard from Ragnar, but he tends to shorten his stories too much.
Anne was there too, but she wasn’t the type to talk much.
Encred had a long history of buying stories and listening to them.
If he had no talent for talking, then he probably knew how to do it himself after hearing so many interesting stories.
Saxon agreed with that.

“It’s to the point where I want to hear the next story quickly.”

He had a calm expression, but that was what he said.
After receiving the Samcheol, Aitri was told to wait four days.

“I’ll take care of it and get back to you. And I’ve saved Jincheol, but you’ll have to wait a little longer.”

It’s still a engraved weapon. But Samcheol seems to be half an engraved weapon.

“okay?”

Encred answered and stood up. He didn’t ask for details. That’s something Eitri will take care of.
Since the trinket maker, Prok, pretended to know with his eyes, Encred nodded roughly and left.
The rain had stopped and the sunlight was slowly peeking through his head.
When he returned to the unit, Rem was playing with three hatchets in the air. He threw the three hatchets in order and caught them alternately with his left and right hands.
To a normal person, it would be an acrobatic feat, but not to Rem.

“What are you doing?”
“Can’t you tell just by looking at it?”

Should we blame Rem’s parents for the fact that no matter what they say, the words that come out are not nice?
Encred looked at Rem and knew that she hadn’t completely shaken off her dreams from last night.
No one had come and gone, but there were fine residues like dust that had been left in the room after not sweeping or cleaning for several days.
That’s why she said those words.

“Don’t die easily, Rem.”

widely.

Rem snatched the axe that was swinging in the air. His gray eyes were glowing. It must have been the effect of the power he called sorcery filling his entire body.

“Want to have a go?”

Judging by the way he takes whatever I say in his own way, I wonder if he really is Rem.
There was a savage here who took any word of concern as a declaration of war.

“wait.”

Encred said, showing his palm.
He had something to prepare. He was going to polish it up and show it to everyone.
Until then, he would hold off on sparring.

“Am I a dog?”

Rem was angry when she saw Encred’s palm, but it was just a normal day.
And that night.

“So, what do you think?”

The boatman set up a new stage for the play.
The equipment was similar, but the actors were changed.
This time, it was Saxon who died in Encred’s arms.