Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 753

753. Hospitality

Roman naturally joined the group.

“People live in the Demon Realm?”

Encred asks. Isn’t that a surprising question?
Demons and beasts are the ones who kill people. And the Demon Realm is full of various monsters and beasts, including special individuals.
It’s really hard for people to survive in such a land. Even the hermit village made concealment a top priority and made the most of the surrounding environment to survive, but they’re immediately visible to travelers passing by?

“Yeah, I was surprised too.”

Roman answered casually. He said that the time he had been attacked by the parasite had not even been ten days. That was the case when he estimated the time. Audyn also said that if Will had been even slightly distracted, he would not have been able to wake up.
Of course, he said it loud enough for everyone here to hear.
It was half a compliment, but Roman no longer heard it that way.

“Okay, let’s say I’m an idiot.”

Roman gave up, knowing that it would be difficult to convince them with words or force.
Judging from the way Rem giggled when she heard that, it was clear that she was trying to tease him.
So he was telling him about the strange village he had seen. It was a great attempt at changing the subject, and it worked.
As he walked, Encred broadened his thoughts based on Roman’s words.
The continent is large. How much of it would be occupied by intelligent races, including humans?
As a scholar who had been given the title of a wise man in the past said.

“In fact, this world may be surrounded by powerful beings that we do not know about.”

The basis for this claim is the existence of the Demon Realm.
The Great Demon Realm has never collapsed despite being invaded, and within it live six demons that humans cannot handle.
Next, if you look around the continent, you will see that there are too many demons. Since there are too many demons, there are too many demons. And
among the gathered demons, how many have developed into special individuals?
Furthermore, before a safe route was established in the former Molsen County, centered around the Border Guard, not only bandits but also demons were plentiful within the national territory.

‘Even those thieves would have died if they didn’t stick together and hold out.’

So the very existence of a town like this is mysterious.

“You were captured by a parasite and woke up. Do you have any memories?”

The half-blood giant kept coming closer and asked what his intentions were, and Roman nodded his head in agreement.
It wasn’t easy to gauge the location, so Roman groaned as he searched for the path.
Still, his eyesight was good enough to come here without a guide, so he looked at the red and black mountains that were sticking out in the distance and decided on the right direction.
Of course, he had to go there to find out if he was going the right way. Encred said to Roman, looking at him like that.

“Shall we have a round of sparring?”

Judging from the way he walked, his stamina had not yet fully recovered. His gait seemed slightly off balance, as if he had stayed up for two nights.
Still, as Rem said, he was strong.

‘Hold on tight.’

Your head will be spinning and your breathing will be more difficult than usual. Audyn has healed you with divinity, but this is after you were hit by a parasite once.
If your condition is good, it would be even stranger.

‘But the basic things we have don’t change.’

Even if your condition is worse than usual, your skills won’t change much. It’s a natural quality for a quasi-knight.
You won’t always be able to fight in the best condition.
Even in these situations, you can still show your skills, so they call you a quasi-knight.

“now?”

Roman asked again. He didn’t look displeased.
Encred drew his sword. Gaebyeok, Sky, Dawn Forging.
The sword, which he called by three names, glowed with a light blue light.

“Imprinted weapon.”

Roman hummed. The present was so different from the past he knew.
He had vowed and prepared himself to go first, but now he was pushed back.
Red and black emotions seemed to surge. Roman grabbed his sword and thrust the blade of the greatsword. The blade
was not properly maintained, so the blade lacked sharpness, but a greatsword of this size would be a weapon even without a blade.

“What are you doing instead of walking down the street?”

Rem scolded.
He was right. What the hell was he doing, walking since the middle of the night, not even at a campsite?
Still, I didn’t open my mouth. The others didn’t say anything at all.
It would be fun to watch, and I thought I understood why Encred was doing that.

‘It’s really interesting, isn’t it?’

He grumbled like a habit, but Rem’s mind was different. That author had put Pel and Lawford above the ranks of knights. Of course, those two had enough talent, were diligent, and had not lost their desire to improve.
However, if everyone with the above conditions became knights, there would be ten times more knights on the continent than there are now.

‘It’s definitely increased compared to before.’

The number is still very small.
So it is just amazing.
Ragnar observed the two absentmindedly while placing his hand on the handle of the sunrise.
The man called Roman has many bad habits in his swordsmanship. If they actually fight, there will probably be more problems than what is visible on the outside. It is something that can be known without saying.

‘How do I break that habit?’

It wouldn’t be easy.
Luagarne was looking forward to it, and Sinar and Saxon weren’t interested.
Pel, Lawford, and Teresa thought that anything they saw and learned would be helpful, so they focused on it.
Then, Roman’s greatsword moved. It fell diagonally, drawing a graceful line.

‘Fast and strong, but over-prepared for what’s next.’

This is Pell’s impression.

‘The speed of thought is slow.’

This was Lawford’s impression.
Encred saw it similarly.
Now, what should we do?
Step forward with your left foot. Take a stance and swing your sword. The movement itself is the same as cutting down a monster.

‘Power control.’

I saw Saxon remove the parasitic beast from Roman’s head.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get goosebumps watching that swordsmanship.

‘The pinnacle of sophistication beyond delicacy.’

I practiced it by hand gestures alone after seeing it once, and I practiced it in my dreams last night.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”

The boatman called him several times, but he was completely absorbed in the charm of Saxon’s swordsmanship. Now, he could imitate it after seeing it a few times. For Encred, the whole process was extremely enjoyable.

earth!

Vortex, or to be precise, a sword strike with limited rotation. It was also a simple, powerful strike with the shoulder as the axis.
Roman’s sword was thrown back with one strike.

“Let’s do it again while walking.”

After that, Encred repeated similar actions. Roman had to swing his sword without any separate instruction.
I wish he had said something, but he didn’t.
He just struck back with a single blow the sword he had swung.
Was he trying to show off his skills?
But his attitude and expression were too indifferent for something like that.
The onlookers were similar.
Roman tried to read his intentions. There had to be a reason for this.
Was he trying to harass him instead of sparring?
Then Encred smiled.

Hey, is that all? Just that?

At the same time, I heard that voice. It must have been an auditory hallucination, but it sounded so real that it pierced my heart.
It was after about fifty rounds of sparring. My shoulders hurt, my elbows hurt, and honestly, there was no part of my body that didn’t hurt.
After being attacked by the parasite, my head was spinning.
But along with Encred’s smile, I heard the words “barely, barely, barely” echoing from somewhere.

Uduk.

Roman bit his tongue.
Yes, I know you are good, but the time I have spent in the meantime has not been easy.
I have trained hard and risked my life.
To serve Knight Oara and keep her word.
Malice is gathering. Blood gushed from my bitten tongue. The pain woke up my whole body. Roman’s eyes became bloodshot.

‘In just one room.’

He pulls the sword swing he had been practicing before, using his left foot as the axis. It is the method of imitating a knight’s strike.
It was also part of Encred’s experience when he created Vortex.
To swing a sword like a knight at the level of a semi-knight, you have to tense and release all your muscles in your body and pour your will into it.
It was something Roman had once taught you.

‘That’s right.’

A desperate wind led Will. Roman swung his sword. It felt like the dam that had been blocking his chest had been torn down.
Feeling relieved and liberated, he swung his sword with all his might for the first time in a long time.

Liar!

Roman’s sword fell through the air, and Encred caught it with the Sword of Chance.

Ting, thud, thud. Boom.

Roman’s greatsword did not achieve its purpose. The tip of the greatsword he held struck the ground with all its strength gone. The sound was too faint. It was over with a thud.
Then, in the middle of the greatsword, a crack appeared and the sword split.

“Whew!”

Roman vomited blood. It was black blood.

“ruler.”

Before he knew it, Audyn had come over and placed his hand on his back, and Teresa was right behind him.
It was the process of erasing the traces of the monster left behind by the parasite. It wasn’t the end after he tore it off and woke up.
The energy controlled by the monster, commonly called magic, remained in Roman’s body.
It was mixed with the blood
he had just vomited. If he had tried to heal it with divine power, he would have become an idiot.
It was just right for now. Audyn’s gaze turned to Encred.

“Did you mean it?”
“Halfway.”

He must have been lucky.
Roman raised his head, which had been bowed down because he had been spitting up blood.
He knew best what this meant.
At the same time.

“Did you see it?”

You probably know what Encred is asking.
Roman took the wrong path during his training. He has engraved the Knight Oara’s swordsmanship, the flowing sword, into his body.
It is a swordsmanship that draws elegant lines rather than deciding the outcome with a single strike.
Thanks to that, the man who imitated the knight’s slash has become solid in his basics.
In Encred’s eyes, he has drawn a proper circle, but is that the right path?
Roman was born with a strong body.
His nature is also to put strength into a single strike.

‘Will is influenced by disposition.’

This is what experience has taught me.
Lawford lived a life that put others first. He spent time observing and thinking alone. That time was not so painful because his disposition was right.
Pell is the opposite.
He runs for what he wants even if it means breaking out of the mold of a shepherd.
Will is influenced by will, that is, disposition. If you go the other way, the path to becoming a knight becomes distant.

“Thank you.”

Roman said, and then lost consciousness again.

“My luggage has grown.”

Rem said.

“What was that just now?”

Encred asked back. Rem added with a chuckle.

“Wasn’t this just the moment you needed it?”

Is that all? Just? What Roman heard wasn’t an auditory hallucination. It was Rem whispering in his ear, using her magic.

“You’re talented too.”

Encred said with inward admiration. Whispering into Roman’s ear was one thing, but his skill in reading Roman’s state and provoking him was even more surprising.

“No problem.”

Ragna nodded as Rem spoke with a smile.

“You’re really good at doing useless things.”

Is this a compliment or a provocation?

“……What did you eat wrong?”

After the usual bickering, the two fought once in the realm of imagination and actually crossed swords and axes.
The day had already dawned and the sky was clear. Teresa carried Roman on her back. Roman, who woke up in the afternoon, said.

“I feel like my mind has cleared up.”
“Is that so?”

They didn’t spar any longer. Luagarne puffed out her cheeks and clung to Encred.

“I wonder how you acquired the talent to teach.”

Encred chatted with the curious Prok, and Roman guided them to a village he had seen.
Well, the first impression was more intense than anything he had ever seen before.

“Is it okay to just break them all and kill them?”

Rem asked, riding the mood. Ragnar put his hand on the sunrise.
Encred looked at the sculpture that stood in the center of the village without a cover.
A black circle was placed on a long stick.
It was in the shape of a black sun, a black sun, or something like that, and it was one of the symbols of sociality.
It was no different from loudly proclaiming that one worships the demon god.

“Didn’t you say it was a village?”

Sinar is a fairy. She is sensitive to the energy emitted by monsters. Fairies cannot display their abilities in places without the spirit of the forest.

“The village is right. It lives in a somewhat unusual way, though.”

Roman answered. Once inside, it wasn’t an unusual place.
People were coming and going. If you look at it from the city, they looked like poor people, but they didn’t look like they were forced to live there.
One of them blinked and approached.
The biggest difference between Encred and the person in front of him was probably their skin color. Their skin was neither black nor white, but a soft purple.

“You came back alive.”

The man who approached spoke to Roman, then looked at the rest of the group.

“There were a lot of guests.”

He gestured back. The village welcomed the long-awaited guest. To be honest, it felt a little awkward.
I couldn’t help it, thinking it was the hospitality of a village that served a demon.