Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 800

800. That’s right.

The leather is preservative-treated with salt and the juice of a special blue fruit grown only in this region, then soaked in a black liquid mixed with several herbs and poisonous plants. This softening process is then applied. The leather is then softened and coated with a special oil used only by the residents of the Demon Realm.

“We mix animal fat and brains, and add fruit peels and walnuts to eliminate the smell.”

Naturally, the brains and fat of beasts and monsters were also used. Of these, the fat from giant boars, giant boars, was said to be excellent.
However, such high-quality fat was difficult to obtain, and it was said that refining it to a usable state required at least ten years of aging.
Everyone, led by the village chief and leader, Zoraslav, rolled up their sleeves and rushed into the
process. They used every precious medicine and material the village had.
But they didn’t add it haphazardly. They meticulously handled each piece, observing the leather’s reaction. Their craftsmanship itself was reminiscent of Eitri’s hammering. For two weeks, they worked on the leather, and four of the village’s most skilled women joined them, sewing,
weaving, and shaping.
One of them, with a keen eye, frequently visited Encred.
She was cautious in everything she did, but she didn’t hesitate when feeling Encred’s body and taking his measurements.

‘Will.’

Eitri kept coming to mind. He was a master craftsman, dedicated to his craft. This woman was no different.
In fact, nine out of ten of the residents of the Demon Realm were quite skilled with their hands, but she seemed to be exceptionally skilled.
Her blue-tinged fingertips cautiously yet boldly measured his measurements, assessing the extent of his muscle bulge.
Even first-class warriors, not just knights, tend to swell when fighting. She acted as if she knew this.

“You’re good at it.”
“You’re flattering me.”

They talk, but their eyes and hands never stop moving. She’s a woman of extraordinary skill.
Did such skill come about for nothing? Of course not. Observe her for two weeks, and you’ll see things even if you don’t try to see them.
To survive, they hunted, tanned, worked leather, and farmed.

‘The leather would have been especially special.’

To be precise, it was assumed that only tanning and leatherworking possessed commercial value. This likely explains the improved quality of their clothing.

‘If it was to be used for barter, it would have to be of good quality and in good condition.’

The only item they could trade with the merchants who came here, even if only for a short time, was leather.
It was only natural that the goods of those rare merchants were important to them. Even if they were self-sufficient, they probably lacked something.
Even in a society dominated by self-sufficiency, some would have dedicated themselves to leatherworking. Some would have become masters of it.
Was it because of this experience?
Or was their past experiences simply showing them the way?
After every fight, there was always something to be gained. The experience of reviewing, training, and engraving it into their bodies was a reward.
Encred’s thoughts broadened slightly here. His concepts expanded. Perhaps it was because he broke the mold of having to fight alone.
He didn’t care about the reasons. He simply let his thoughts flow.

‘If we look at the word ‘fight’ in a broader sense, it doesn’t necessarily include only clashing swords.’

The people of the Demon Realm fought for survival. They faced unreasonable violence, extortion, and the threats of demons.
Faced with all these threats, they humbled themselves and scrambled to find what they could.

‘What I was able to obtain by risking my life to survive on this land.’

That’s the art of leatherworking. That’s why even a subtle will can be glimpsed in the craftsman.
Encred saw his past self in them. Of course, not everything was the same. It was just a flashback to those days of struggling.
Because there was that time, there is now. Because there was a past, there is today. Only with today can we move toward tomorrow.
It’s a simple truth, but it makes me reflect on it again.
In any case, they hand-tanned and crafted the balrog hide Encred had brought, turning it into thin, skin-tight leather armor.
It was pitch-black, but when exposed to light, its smooth sheen revealed the uniqueness of the material.
That was the item Zoraslav had brought, wrapped tightly in cloth. The cloth fell away, revealing the armor.

“This is ominous.”

Upon seeing the armor, Shinar shook his head slightly and said, “He said he couldn’t even run yet, let alone walk.”
Beside him, Rem, who had been suffering from a nosebleed every other day, frowned.

“Is that okay?”

Saxon stepped forward at that remark. In terms of his ability to handle relics and spell objects, Saxon was arguably superior to anyone else.

“It’s not good.”

Saxon would press his broken finger—twisted as he dodged the Balrog’s wing—onto the leather.

“Lord.”

Audin also reflexively summoned divinity. A small ball of light gently swirled around his body like a firefly. It seemed impossible to summon divinity with full force, so this was the best option for now.
He also healed Encred’s arm and others daily.
Ragna just stared blankly.
What was that?
That look in his eyes. Why bother interfering with something that didn’t concern him? Part
of it was because he was more interested in other things.
The residents of the Demon Realm simply bowed their heads. Dozens of people had worked tirelessly, day and night, for a fortnight to create this.
Yet, even the gift he’d brought emanated a sense of foreboding. Even the creators hadn’t anticipated this.
After Saxon, Rem placed his hand on the leather. His body was a mess, his senses a bit dulled, but it wasn’t hard to read the object. He could only briefly scan its energy, relying on sorcery. Yet, his nose started bleeding again.

Gulp.

Rem said, wiping the blood off his sleeve.

“It’s full of thoughts.”

Saxon also examined the armor carefully once more. That’s the conclusion he reached.

“The demon of struggle, the lingering thoughts on the skin of Balrog, will induce a change of heart in the wearer. The desire to fight will boil over, to the point where it will be impossible to control itself.”
“Please purify yourself.”

At those words, Audin stepped forward, but Saxon shook his head.

“The thought itself gives this leather armor its specialness.”

He spoke, drawing his dagger and slashing it. The fluid motion, and the invisible hand gesture of when he drew the sword, left a mark where the blade pressed against his armor. It was hard to believe someone with a broken finger had done it.

“It’s not just that the iron bar blocks it, but the shock won’t even be transmitted inside.”

He said this while placing his left hand on the inside of his armor and drawing the blade across it.

“again.”

And Saxon imbued the blade with will. Will, the intangible power, materialized upon the blade.
Whether he was capable of it originally or reached this level at some point, he managed to materialize Will without difficulty.
It was only natural. If he hadn’t been able to do that, he wouldn’t have been able to break Balrog’s crystal.
Balrog fought with his crystals layered with Will armor.
He probably even achieved Indules. Just as the process is evident in the result, so too is his deed.
In any case, that leather armor was based on Balrog’s specialty. So it was hard, to the point of being tough. But it wasn’t soft either. It was soft and elastic to the touch.
Saxon, feeling dizzy from the excessive force of moving Will, sliced through the armor with Will’s blade.

Knock knock.

“It means that it cannot be cut with just a simple knife.”

He spoke and held out his armor. Will’s blade struck it, but instead of cutting it, it left a deeper gash than before.

“Gilchi, look at the bear.”

He then threw his armor into the air. His body wasn’t fully recovered, but Ragna should be able to easily swing his sword once.

Bam.

But the armor fell limply to the floor.

“Orders?”

Ragnar asked in a calm voice. “If you tell me to do it, I have to do it?” He sat there, not even lifting a hand. ”
Oh, right. You’re not the type to listen if I tell you.”
Saxon nonchalantly picked up his armor, dusted it off, and spoke.

“Even if it’s cut, it will regenerate, as is often the case with relics of this type.”

Encred’s gaze turned to Ragna.

“yes.”

Ragnar answered and rose. Saxon threw down his armor once more, and the sunrise was drawn.

Ting.

Born in the East, it rules over half the world, a sword that devours darkness. A blade of blazing heat emerges, then slices through armor before retracting. It’s a sword of astonishing skill, both in the hilt and in the lead.
Even a knight would nod in agreement. It seemed to respond to Saxon’s earlier display of skill with a dagger.
Well, not a single person nodded in admiration.

“You’re being too serious, kid.”

Remman only grumbled. A red line of heat appeared in the middle of the armor. The armor had been cut. But, just as Saxon had said, the leather healed itself, tangling and tangling itself as if it were alive.
The process was vivid.
Of course, Ragna wasn’t a fool, so he only cut the outer surface of the armor. Let me add one more thing.

“If you did it right, you would have cut it.”

He even said this. It was a response to Rem’s words.
Indeed, he had gained much from his fight with Balrog. He felt the urge to swing his sword and train right now.
But if he pushed himself too hard, it would obviously take longer to recover, so he held back.
Encred, their leader, was also crouching, holding back. Watching him, it seemed like holding back this level of desire wasn’t an easy task.

‘Even the captain endures.’

That training-obsessed author doesn’t even do his morning stretches. He’s a role model. Doesn’t he seem to be preaching the importance of recovery and rest?
Watching him rest was a hundred times more helpful than a thousand words.
Of course, Encred was only surprised that Ragna had developed a desire to train.
He might also be mistaken for a terminal illness, but that lazy bum and Gilchi’s lover, while not the best on the continent, was the best healer in the Border Guard. So he won’t repeat that mistake.

“The question is, how much of an impact will it have on the wearer?”

Sinar concluded. It was a remarkable object, needless to say, but it was a demonic artifact. That was certain. The term “magic armor” seemed more than adequate.

“I guess I did something wrong.”

Zoraslav spoke, observing. He didn’t understand half of their actions, but judging by the way they were flowing, he felt it was the right thing to do.
Though they were crafted with the utmost skill, they were nothing more than a magic shield, akin to a magic sword. Moreover, they affected the owner’s mind and left them exhausted.
In truth, neither Zoraslav nor they were at fault. They were simply demonstrating their skills to the fullest.

“I am grateful.”

That’s why Encred said it. And he meant it, too. Just looking at it, you can tell it’s no ordinary object. The special material of Balrog’s hide is imbued with the experiences and lives of those who have lived in the Demon Realm. Thanks to this, something truly special has been created.

“I’ll try it on.”

Roman, more determined than ever, stepped forward. Without a moment’s hesitation, he picked up his armor and donned it. In fact, no one stopped
him. Even if he were to lose consciousness, he could easily be subdued. Even if he didn’t, there were plenty of other options.
The armor was made of a flexible material and soft to the touch, making it easy to put on and take off. It was buttonless, so Roman tucked his head in.

“Hmm. Is it okay?”

Roman’s hand naturally rose to grip his greatsword. Despite his calm and composed tone, the tendons in his forearm bulged. Just before the sword could be drawn, Encred lifted his foot above his head and pressed the sole of his foot against the greatsword’s pommel.

“town.”

Roman tried to force it, but it was no use. Then, with his other fist, he struck Encred in the calf.

rice cake!

Despite the loud noise, his feet resting on the sword pommel didn’t waver even a little.
His arms, healed daily by Audyn and Teresa, were still in perfect condition. So, he used his feet. He
demonstrated the fundamentals of the technique he’d learned while fighting Balrog, extinguishing the embers. Contrary to his words, he sensed Roman’s momentum shift and halted his attack.

“oh.”

Rem was impressed.
Ragna’s eyes widened slightly.
Saxon also wiggled his fingers, seemingly interested.

“That’s it.”

Of these, the most impressive was, of course, Luagarne.
While not fully recovered, thanks to the various insects she’d eaten here, both legs had regenerated enough to allow her to walk.
Her muscles hadn’t fully recovered yet, leaving her unfit for combat, but she was still able to walk for a while. Her tongue hadn’t been cut off, so she was still quite capable.
She recognized the subtlety of Encred’s movements just now.
She had learned a great deal from previous battles, and she recognized it thanks to Prok’s discerning eye.

“Woooooo!”

After that, Roman rushed at him drooling, and Lawford, Pell, and Teresa subdued him and removed his armor.

“Whew, Whew, why me.”

If you have emotional control and are at a knightly level, you can hold out to some extent, but it will be difficult to put on and take off easily.

“Controlling desires is essential, and the more you desire, the more difficult it will be.”

Saxon spoke. Zoraslav, seeing Roman’s outburst, bowed his head even more.
He probably didn’t expect this to happen. So it can’t be his fault.
Encrid thought as he picked up his armor.

“If you can’t control it, you have to take it off.”

Saxon added, and Encred donned the armor. It slipped into her body and clung to her snugly. It was designed to fit Encred’s body.
Even though it was supposedly elastic, when Roman wore it, it looked like he was trying to force a child’s clothing on, but not here.
The armor clung to her thin undergarments, fitting perfectly.
Even if it were a battlefield coat, it wouldn’t look out of place. On Encred, the color and texture of his hair matched it perfectly.
The velvety, subtle sheen shone through, shaking off the ordinary and revealing the extraordinary.

“hmm.”

Encred stood there, his armor on, blankly. Everyone had their hands secretly on their weapons.
Back in the days of the troublemaker squad, anyone could have stepped forward and beaten them to a pulp, but things were different now.
Unless they were planning to cut off a limb, they’d have to rush in and subdue everyone.
Amidst this subtle tension, Encred couldn’t sense the armor’s evil intentions at all.

‘why?’

I had a question, but no one knew the answer to it.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

With Rem’s words, the situation was over.