Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 746

746. The captain’s words were valid.

I will become a knight.
I will protect those who stand behind me.
I will erase the demonic realm.
As I followed these words, I could see what Encred truly wanted.

‘daily.’

It is a daily life that adds peace and laughter.
A fruit seller greets with a smile, and someone roasts potatoes over a campfire and shares them with a hungry child.
A handy waitress takes care of these children while clicking her tongue and feeding them sweet chestnuts.
Those who have traveled far away return with gifts.
Everyone cries, but they greet each day with a smile.
Yes, today is what Encred had hoped for the most.
The ultimate day he had dreamed of while living.
So can we say that he has experienced that day now?
It is only a part of it.
Then, isn’t it enough to just stay within my fence? So that these days repeat?
That’s right.
Is there any reason to expand this fence any further?
There is none.
Encred listened to the answer that was welling up inside him. He was not wrong.

“Yes, this is exactly what you wanted.”

The boatman’s words were filled with determination. They were confident and decisive. Here, the boatman also gave a grace period.

“For the time being, ‘now’ will continue. So you can choose whenever you want.”

Right now, it means to do nothing and enjoy yourself.
After waking up, Encred spent the day as usual. The boatman’s words were right. The day he truly hoped for would continue. Training was fun, and the joy of growth was still there.

“Your training will continue. Isn’t it fun?”

The boatman came out at night and asked. That’s right.
Not everything is going to go back to the same day. Even after death, Encrid’s training and learning remained in his body.
Was that also a gift from the boatman?
To be satisfied with this?
His goal is not to wander the rough mountain path, but to spend a comfortable day in a safe house.

“Is everyone busy?”

The next day, Encred asked Audin, who was passing by.

“Lately, Ragnado and everyone else has been very diligent.”

Rem was busy training his men, and Ragna was busy swinging his sword with his swordsmen by his side.
Fel, who had been loitering nearby, intervened.

“Why? Should we collect them all?”

Fel was Encred’s adjutant, and Lawford was Ragnar’s adjutant.
Even though they became knights, their roles did not change.
In reality, if it weren’t for Lawford, Ragnar’s men would be difficult to control, so that’s why, and Fel was just there because he wanted to stick around.

“I’d like to see you sometime in the evening.”

Encred was the leader of the Mad Knights and the master of the Border Guard.
Some nobles who didn’t know anything even looked at him with suspicion, wondering if he was creating a new kingdom in the Border Guard.
Encred didn’t really care, but he had rarely gathered members by force until now.
It was the first time he had called people over so calmly, rather than giving orders in the heat of battle.
It had been like that since his days as a squad leader.
And Fel’s hair stood on end as he listened to Encred’s words.

‘why?’

The tone was calm and the attitude was gentle. So there was no reason for this.
Pel’s gaze caught sight of Audin. Audin smiled and prayed while standing.

“Lord, Father, do you need my hand? Do you speak to me through this man?”

What is this?
Pel decided to ignore it and call the members. First, Rem, no, Rem is last.

“All right.”

Fel moved, ignoring the cold air that his instincts sensed. Ragna had been swinging his sword from morning to night, holding onto the sunrise for the past few days.
He wasn’t practicing any great techniques or swordsmanship, nor was he enjoying sparring. He just
repeated basic techniques like the Northern-style swordsmanship textbook, such as taking a stance, cutting down, stabbing, cutting diagonally, stabbing with one hand again, wrapping around, and wrapping back in.
Fel himself also repeated the same training every day.

‘If your foundation is solid, you can climb higher.’

That was Encred’s teaching. Fel, knowingly or unknowingly, learned a lot from Encred.
In fact, it was the same for everyone else.

‘You’re saying that the knights are divided into stages?’

Putting your will into your technique is beginner level.
Then, adding personality to your technique is intermediate level.
Advanced level is not being bound by technique.

‘I said there’s a top-class one here too.’

What is that? It’s okay to be flexible?
It’s okay to be free to be a circle at times and an awl at other times.
Fel experienced omnipotence.
It was a feeling that filled his whole body, that he could do anything. He
felt like he could reach out and touch the sun, and that he could cut the mountain ridge far away with a single stroke of his sword.
When he was intoxicated by that feeling, he poured out all his will and experienced exhaustion.
Fel experienced exhaustion. Only, for him, the mountain was not Pen-Hanil, and for him, the sun was not in the sky.

‘colon.’

The sun, the mountain, and Encred are synonymous.
That’s why I went to Encred and got completely crushed.
Someone could have collapsed at that moment, singing about frustration and despair.
I might have shuddered at the words that discussed the level of a knight based on the beginner and intermediate levels.
I’ve finally become a knight, so I have to go up even further?
Some of those called flower knights in the empire might have thought so.
Of course, it wasn’t Fel.
In fact, the entire Mad Knights Order was like that.

‘I can go higher.’

It was more than happy to be above it.
If this was the end, I would have been disappointed.
And now I understand why I am here, lost in thought.
Ragnar’s momentum, swinging his sword alone, was like a wall that did not allow me to approach.

‘Why is it so brutal?’

It was as if we had found traces of a large lycanthrope colony preying on sheep.
No fighting had taken place yet, but it brought back memories of the days when everyone was sharpening their spear blades on whetstones, anticipating a tough fight ahead.

‘ah.’

Only then did Pel realize that
they were all preparing for something.

hook!

A hot wind blew along with the sword that Ragnar swung. If you hit the hot wind, can you take on a physical entity?
It doesn’t make sense, but Ragnar could do that.

“Why are you here again?”

Lawford, who was training nearby, approached and asked.

“I have something to tell you.”

Fel knew that Ragnar had a murderous aura. Instead of leisurely killing time here, he sharpened and sharpened his blade.
Why?
There was only one reason.
There was only one person who set the tone within the Border Guard or the Mad Knights.

“Let’s meet up in the evening.”
“Okay.”

Lawford was also quick-witted. He didn’t ask who was calling. Only the captain could call Ragnar.
After that, Pel went to a shop selling tea and desserts in search of Saxon.
A blonde beauty greeted him.

‘I strangely feel nervous every time I enter this store.’

What had been a vague feeling before now seemed a little clearer.

‘Two on the roof.’

One under the counter.
There are people hiding everywhere.

“There’s more to it than you realize, so don’t do anything useless.”

Saxon, who had appeared before I knew it, spoke. I hadn’t even felt his presence, but he was already behind me.
I turned my head with a jerk and saw Saxon with his eyes narrowed. The moment I met those seemingly indifferent eyes, I felt gazes from all sides.

‘If you fight here, you’ll just get beaten.’

Of course, there was no fight. It was just that I felt like I was inside a net that someone had created.

“I’ve been overdoing it for a while now, so I can’t control myself. Why are you here?”

When Saxen opened his mouth, his anxiety disappeared.
What was that just now? It was something similar to coercion, but a little different.
It was a technique of spreading the will over the five senses and then spreading it over the area. It was a technique of spreading and sensing beyond seeing, hearing, and feeling with will.
That was the identity of the sense of deja vu that Fel felt.
Saxen had previously used the technique of seeing, hearing, and feeling with will to capture and kill enemies in the battle against Azpen.
Now, it was even more advanced than that.

“Let’s meet in the evening.”

Saxon nodded. The awkwardness he felt had completely disappeared.
It’s just like usual now. The blonde beauty said to Pel as he left.

“Goodbye, cute shepherd.”

Pell nodded vaguely and left the store, stopping before taking even two steps.

‘It’s my first time seeing this woman.’

Why does he know he’s a shepherd?
He didn’t even reveal who he was there.
He knows she’s Saxon’s lover. So why does Saxon pretend to be quiet normally but talk nonstop in bed? That Saxon? It really didn’t suit him.
Of course, that wasn’t the case. Geor’s Blade is an assassination guild and an information guild.
It makes no sense for them to not know the excellent swordsmen within their sphere of activity.
Above all, even if it wasn’t Geor’s Blade, the Mad Knights were already famous.
They’d been through a lot in the meantime. They
ended the civil war and became demon slayers.
There were some in Naurilia who thought that if the Mad Knights joined, the southern battlefield, which had been fighting sluggishly, would be decided.
Of course, that was just their thoughts.
The war wasn’t decided by what they said at the desk.
Rem was out in the mountains, chasing and killing monsters, and when Fel found him, he was fighting off five trolls.

‘Five wrapped around.’

The five trolls stood in a circle, their hands and feet aligned.
They were surrounded. Monsters were often more cunning than one might think. Trolls were especially so.
They knew how to fight using their own regenerative powers. They weren’t as tactical as Prok, but they knew how to surround a human.
All five trolls held solid wooden clubs.
I wondered where they got them, but that wasn’t important right now.
Rem twitched his lips between the five trolls. I could see his smile through the gap in one troll’s side.
Then his axe moved. The axe, which had never met the troll’s club, looked like a salmon swimming upstream.
After a few swings, the heads of the five trolls were floating in the air. No monster could live with its head cut off, so they were all dead.
Rem said as he made his way through the five corpses of monsters dripping with black blood.

“Even if all sides are blocked, is there no escape? No, there is always a gap. If you give up, that’s when you die. You idiots.”

The way he trains his men is already famous.
Those who say it is rough are unanimous in their response.

“under!”

Did you even make them respond with a shout?

“Yes, I’m sorry for feeding you the blood of a pitiful monster.”

Rem spoke to his axe and winked at Pel.

“Let’s meet in the evening.”

This time, I forgot who called, but everyone understood it well.

“You should have called me a long time ago.”

Rem smiled, revealing her teeth. Fel, who was greeted by that smile, felt uncomfortable inside.
The momentum changed, and Rem’s pressure weighed down the surrounding area.

“We’re all going to die, Captain!”

Someone in the unit shouted. Rem said with a smile.

“Hold on, no one dies like this.”

Would it be easy for non-knights to endure something that is awkward even for Fel?
But it’s not something to worry about. It’s not like I’m going to get involved in the training of other units.
After all, Encred’s guards are probably undergoing some pretty intense training.

“then.”

Pel returned with a greeting. It was summer, so the days were long. They lit a bonfire with the late sunset.

Knock knock.

On top of that, they grilled meat and laid out fruits and jerky. It was what Chrys had brought. Next to him, Abnair was there.
The fairies and witches were there too. They came on their own without Fel telling them.
Encred spoke to everyone gathered with the same tone and attitude as usual.

“I’m going to catch Balrog.”

The content was not exactly the same.
But no one stopped him. No one was even embarrassed.
Prock nodded first.

“I’ve been waiting for a long time.”

But Fel felt the same way. Power was in his hands. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to wield it.
He wanted to test his limits and step forward. If Fel felt that way, then everyone else would feel the same way.

“I’ve been waiting.”

Rem smiled and accepted the words, and Ragna stood up, gathering his sword one by one.

“Where are you going, brother?”

When Audin sees that and asks, Ragnar looks at Encred indifferently and asks.

“Balrog, aren’t you going now?”

How can I find my way home on a night when the sun is not shining and I don’t even know where to go?

“I will show you the way.”

Ragnar said confidently.

“Do you know where it is?”

Rem asked.

“It will come out if you walk.”

Encred intervened in Ragnar’s reply.

“Not now.”

He is sincere in saying that he will go and catch Balok, but not right away. He just showed his determination.
He is determined not to stay in the comfortable present.