Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 747

747. Inspire will

Encred acknowledged the boatman’s trickery,
but it also seemed as if he was telling him not to waste time enjoying the present.
Or perhaps he was telling him to rest and build up strength?

‘Or are you telling me to do something I’ve been putting off?’

The boatman’s words were valid, but Encrid took it as it came. The conclusion was reached.

‘Let’s catch Balok.’

The wish of the city of Oara still continued and remained in my heart.
Then, the vision of the boatman appeared and seemed to shout. Of course, it wasn’t real. I just imagined that this kind of reaction would come out.

“You crazy kid. You were just staying today. Who told you to come out and fight?”

Of course, the actual boatman’s reaction would not have been much different.
Encrid showed his determination over the campfire, and although it was not right away, he was planning to set off soon.

Knock knock.

Encred’s determination was high above the light of the campfire.
Just as he had said he would become a knight, he now said he would catch Balrog.
It didn’t sound like a far-fetched idea. All the paths he had walked so far were proof of who he is now.
Along with the stars in the night sky, the light of the campfire, and the chirping of insects, moths and the like flew in, boasting the liveliness of early summer.
Luagarne’s tongue stuck out and caught the insect.

“Raw food tastes raw.”

If fairies’ staple food is grass and fruit, then frogs’ staple food is said to be nutritious insects.

‘When you mention Luagarne so much, it automatically comes to mind.’

Under the stars and moonlight, a group of people are seen surrounding a campfire. They are all different. They sit wherever they want to sit and are where they want to be.
Rem leans back and turns an axe with only his fingers, and Ragnar holds the sunrise to his chest with its scabbard.
They are friends and colleagues who have no intention of settling for the early summer night scenery.
The campsite set up on one side of the Mad Knights’ training grounds is quiet as always.
The usually noisy people have shut their mouths, creating a quiet atmosphere.
Rem chuckled as he turned his axe, and Ragnar yawned while holding his sword. Since they
are not leaving now, he must be planning to slack off again.
Teresa hummed as Audyn straightened his posture as if he were praying silently.
Lawford and Pell made eye contact and nodded quietly.
Among them, Shinar smiled. The moonlight lingered on her face because it was a night when the sunset had passed. Her
extraordinary beauty shook the surrounding air with just a smile.
Shinar, who caught Encred’s attention, recited a poem, a song.

“If you leave me behind this time, I will show you the amazing sight of the city of fairies chasing you.”

A dagger made of ice flew through the quiet and warm air.
It was creepy. Even when the legendary alchemist I met in Zawoon overlapped his voice, I didn’t feel a sense of crisis that made my hair stand on end.

‘This is.’

It’s a threat. And the fairy doesn’t know lies, even if she tells a distorted truth.
The tone is beautiful, but a threat is a threat.
Lawford blinked his eyes twice. He was momentarily confused by the discrepancy between the tone and the content. However, he quickly came to his senses. After separating the discrepancy, he asked the main point again.

“……The city?”
“Thanks to the experience of migrating, the city of Kirhais has developed the ability to move parts of the city.”

Shinar spoke calmly, but there was a hint of pride in his tone, and Encred, reading the fairy’s subtle emotions, wondered why that was something to brag about.
In any case, if he ignored Shinar’s words now, the forest city led by Woodguard would really be torn apart and come after him.

“Let’s go together.”

Encred answered. Shinar nodded.
Then, Esther, who had been a leopard, performed a trick by spinning around in the air and transformed into a human. It was a trick that was hard to believe even when I saw it with my own eyes.
The fur grew and became a robe, and white skin was revealed underneath, but it was quickly covered by the robe.
It was a sight that could only be seen from Encred’s position. Others would have only seen the fur on her back transform into a robe.

“I’m sorry. I’m busy so I can’t go with you.”
“That’s okay.”

As Christ said, if you want to do something, you should give advance notice.
That’s why I called everyone here and told you. Encred didn’t plan on moving in large numbers in the first place.
He wanted to show everyone his determination, and he also did it half because he felt like it.

‘Three at most?’

The guide can do it himself, so the number of people needed, including the task of finding Balok, will not be that many.
In the meantime, his eyes met with Christ’s.

“You’re not planning on going with me, are you?”

You’re not that crazy, are you? Right?
Chrys said with his eyes, and Encred threw the jerky he was holding in his hand in disgust.
It was just jerky, but the person who threw it was a knight.
The jerky flew and hit Chrys on the forehead.

“evil!”

While Chrys, who had been hit, asked if there was a hole in his forehead, Rem threw the axe into the air and said,

“I’ll go too.”

If I had to describe the crazy kid named Rem in one word, it would be frustration.
If Rem’s assault unit had been here, they would have bowed their heads at Encred’s feet and begged him with boiling blood.
Please take him away.

“Sunrise burns its owner if he is not used regularly.”

Ragnar was a liar, not a fairy.

“Try to be half as good as your father.”

Encred blamed him, but Ragnar pretended not to hear him.
He said he would come up with any excuse to follow him.

“Is this your first sortie since becoming a knight?”

Here Pel joins.

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it. The opponent is Balrog.”

He rode the horse all the way to Lawford.

“Brother, my place is always by the Lord’s side. It seems that the Lord is watching you now, so if I don’t go, who will?”

Audín spoke words that were almost like a sermon, and Teresa also stopped humming and said.

“I will go with you.”

Luagarne laughed and puffed out her cheeks after hearing everyone’s words. Even if I don’t say anything, that prok will definitely follow me.
He said that he stayed behind to review his skills and help Teresa.
And he said that he regretted it, but it was also fun.

“It’s interesting and fun to come back after a while and see what’s changed, and it’s fun to figure out how it came to be that way. But the most enjoyable thing is to watch the process from right next to you.”

Proc is a species that is intoxicated with desire. If you turn away from that desire, you can’t be called a Proc.
Of course, each Proc has different desires.
For example, even Meelun, who is now considered a key executive of the Gilpin Guild, says that even though he trains, harsh training that cuts to the bone is not his hobby.
Moderate training, moderate sparring, and moderate sense of accomplishment. That’s what Meelun pursues. Encred respected that too.
Luagarne was different. She endured the harsh process and passed it with the sole desire to watch over Encred. She
didn’t shy away from harsh training and training. Didn’t you already know that her skills had improved greatly after competing with her before?

‘There is no concept of a knight for Prock.’

However, there is a reason why they are called a natural combat race.
There are no limits to the Proks. This was a theory that Luagarne recently established.
If you just shed a layer of the limitations that the average Prok feels, it would be a new world.
In this way, they discard fixed ideas from the past and step into a new world.

“Perhaps that is the difference between me and those who have shown outstanding ability.”

I remember the white cheeks of Luagarne as she said this. In any case, she will definitely follow. When I looked around, it seemed like everyone here was following. This was something I hadn’t expected.

“The Border Guard standing army is strong, so it won’t collapse overnight just because the Knights are gone. There are no immediate threats. Even if the Empire moves, Zaun will be close to our side, so I think we can block the Empire’s threat to some extent.”

Abnayer spoke with his usual clarity of context.

“But you never know. What if a hidden cult suddenly brings knight-level forces?”
“If we just look at the possibilities, anything can happen in the world. Remember what we’ve spread around so far, Crys. We’ve created a safe route centered around the Border Guard.”

This also means that they gather all the rumors and stories that spread around through the safe route.
In fact, the Gilpin Guild has now become an information gathering center outside of the Border Guard.
They know everything from trivial rumors spreading around the city to recent unpleasant events in Nauril.
After exchanging a few more words, the two decided that everyone, including Encred, could leave.
If Chrys was swayed by anxiety, Abnair would fall into the trap of certainty.
Those two were together, so there was no room for error.
Encred nodded. He
wondered if it would be better if they went together.
After the party that was going was decided, he thought of the demon that had faced Oara.
A being born to fight while swinging a sword and whip wrapped in flames.
Just thinking about it made him shiver from the tip of his toes. Knight Oara risked his life to kill that piece. However, Encred wanted to see the main body, not the piece.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t looking forward to it.
Rem said as he looked at Encred.

“He’s laughing weirdly again.”

Christ tilted his head.

“Balrog’s nickname is ‘Tusin’? Isn’t that a mistake? I think it would suit the captain better.”

Sinar just said what he wanted to say with his usual smile.

“If everyone hadn’t followed, the two of us would have gone happily.”

That night passed. Encrid planned to leave within two days at the most. That was his plan.
If Eitri hadn’t called the next day. As he headed to his forge, the madman holding the hammer spoke with shining eyes.

“I got some good iron.”

Those were the first words he said to me when he called me over, without even saying hello.

“……Jincheol?”
“I already used that but it failed, and what I received now is a rare metal that I’ve never seen before.”

When asked where I came from.

“They brought it from the top of Lockfried.”

The color of the refined iron ingot looked ordinary, but Encrid seemed to know what it was. It was the same material as the metal he had put into his product. However, it didn’t give off the same refreshing aura as before.
Rather.

‘Mixed.’

This was something I just figured out by feeling. To put it in a bad way, it was something that had been altered, and to put it in a good way, something had been added to it.

“No matter what I did, nothing came to mind other than the shape, but as soon as I saw this, I knocked on it for three days. I got a feeling for it.”

He looks like a young man in love for the first time, or a child who has tasted sweet fruit for the first time. His face is filled with a smile.
Eitri, who is excited, mutters something that cannot be understood, then holds his hammer, straightens his back, sits on his chair, and looks straight into his eyes.
Encred saw that the determination in his eyes was no less than that of a knight.
Eitri’s mouth opened.

“Please give me the will.”

An engraved weapon is a weapon that contains the will of a knight. It is called an ‘engraving’ because it engraves it.

“I will make your weapon.”

Encred also responded to the words and sat down in front of Aitri.

“You kept your promise.”

Aitri’s bland answer came back.

“then.”

When did he laugh? Eitri stopped laughing and picked up his hammer. He stepped on the bellows and heated up the furnace, and hot air filled the forge.
The assistant prepared various items and went out, and Frock, who was making jewelry, also left.

“Four hours a day will do.”

It was time for Encred to stay in the forge and breathe Will into it all the time.
The sword wasn’t made in a day. That was why Encred postponed the schedule.
He quickly figured out where the metal came from. He had asked them to deliver food to the hermit village, and they had brought him something precious. He
hadn’t asked for anything when he saved them, but he was amazed that it had come back like this.
He spent four hours a day watching the flame-filled hammer strike the metal, and as he watched, his past life came back to him one by one.
When did it all start?

“Encred, you were a genius.”

It all started with what a third-rate mercenary said.

“Why do you want to become a knight?”

There was a question I had heard countless times.

“Just give up.”
“Just leave it alone.”

There was a time when I was encouraged to give up countless times.

“What do you think will change if you go?”

There was a time when I was desperate to save someone.

“Fuck.”

There were times when I blamed heaven for not being able to save him.
Even though I pretended to be calm on the outside, there were times when my heart was seething inside.

earth-

In the meantime, the sound of hammering was heard repeatedly.
Memories of the past were tangled, mixed, and scattered in the sound of hammering.
Encred knows how to move Will as he wants. Compared to some knights who didn’t perform properly, he was on a different level.
Having learned restraint and explosion in Zaun, he was able to manipulate Will freely.
He was able to manipulate Will, who was not dry.

“I am immature, so I have to do it again and again.”

Eitri demanded as if it was a given. Encred did so.
After spending four hours with Eitri that day, Encred briefly worried about what would happen if he left, and that worry led him to the training grounds.
Suddenly, he had some free time and wanted to get involved in the training.
Of course, Rem saw Encred like that and said, ‘Do you want to bully someone?’
Clemen, who had fallen, welcomed him. Officially, she was the only squire of the Mad Knights.
In reality, there were several others who would be squires, but they were not selected separately, so that was also the case.

“I just wanted to take a look around.”

Encred spoke and looked at Clemen. Her posture was not bad. It must have been the result of basic training for the standing army.
Clemen was also an unofficial SS training instructor.
Still, she could see something lacking. Encred saw in her eyes what she needed right now.