Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 820

820. You hugged me again

When the three visitors had all failed to achieve their objectives and disappeared, Encred’s gaze turned upward.
To be precise, Rem and Dunbakel also glanced upward.
Dunbakel sensed it by smell, and Rem by the divine power temporarily within her.
So, was there anything in the sky? Nothing.
It couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. But he vaguely saw something flying, forming a long tail.
Knights were disasters, cutting the sky alone, but they lacked the skill to snatch up that intangible thing soaring in the sky.

‘No, I wish I had known a little sooner.’

Encred thought so, then his thoughts turned to the singularity of his sword.
Was it strange, or was it natural?
The dawn possessed the power to purify the wicked. If it were an intangible power, originating from the true silver and flowing through the blade in response to Will, perhaps it could cut such a thing.

‘Well, I guess there’s no chance right now.’

Even a knight can’t fly.
Rem frowned and then cleared her throat.

“When you come back, I’ll drop it right then.”

At those words, Dunbakel opened his mouth.

“Can’t we just take care of it before then?”

Rem speaks again in a calm manner.

“If you miss, I’ll catch you, you hairy beast.”

Dunbakel pointed out Rem’s error.

“It’s not shameful for Suin to have a lot of hair, it’s a source of pride.”
“Then should I pluck it all out?”
“Oh, go ahead.”

The experience in the East had grown Suin. The Dunbakel of old was gone. She was now well-behaved with Rem.
Meanwhile, Chrys spoke.

“Why did the devil’s servant come?”

He explained the situation between Rem and Dunbakel with a casual question. It would be a story worth listening to, even for a group of demonic minions.
So, he had to hear why they were here.
Why did they suddenly offer Encred eternal life, land, and the task of being a vassal?
Chrys continued, his large eyes scanning the room.

“Should we start from there?”

If you don’t know, you’ll suffer. Even if you know, you’ll suffer.
That’s why the cowardly Chris always imagined the worst. His innate anxiety led him to fantasize and fantasize in various ways.
Chris clenched his fists and slammed them together in front of his chest. There was a crack.

“I think they might be fighting among themselves.”

Kryss’s forearms, clad in short sleeves, were bulging. He pushed with all his might, but he didn’t move in any direction. He kept it that way.

“What if the weight of the left and right scales are equal, even if there are subtle differences?”

Christ is a genius. Furthermore, the devil was so arrogant that he didn’t even realize that humans could perceive his intentions.
What if he knew? What would he do? It was a good attitude to see it that way.

“But what if you end up having to lean to one side?”

Balrog must have been a variable. Over the years, various proposals have been made to bring that variable to his side.
But the being who, while wandering this land his entire life, yearned only for battle, rejected them all.

‘And the Balrog was caught by humans.’

The appearance of an opponent that is much easier than teasing Balrog.

‘So, until now, there has been no temptation towards other articles?’

There was. Those who succumb to such temptation become death knights, and some, on the side of the demonic realm, become special monsters or true demons.
The magically imbued fairy said to reside in Thornwood Fortress would be the same.
He had heard this from Encred. Without even thinking deeply, Krys had grasped Encred’s current location and value based on a few clues.
Of course, he could be wrong, but it was his habit to assume the worst.

‘The food looks so delicious.’

Wouldn’t Encred be so invisible to the demon ensnared in the demonic realm?
Christ spread his left hand and wrapped it around his right fist.

“Or maybe you want something like this.”

One devours the other. Could they be tipping the scales, crushing each other, and devouring the opposing force?
Were those three minions friends of the devil? Or did they come together on their own?
So many questions remained, unanswered by mere speculation.

“Why are those devils fighting?”

Rem also had a sharp mind. He pointed out the flaw in Kreis’s words.
Dunbakel blinked several times, wondering what he was talking about.

“I don’t know about that.”

Chrys shrugged. “I don’t know what I don’t know.”
Just as demons fight among themselves, vying for control of the continent, so too do they fight among themselves. He spoke with that assumption in mind.
Why? I don’t know. Purpose? I don’t
know. He seemed to understand at least one thing. It wasn’t a desire that could be understood just by hearing it.
It’s difficult to fathom the demon’s intentions. That’s true for everyone. Ester, in Encred’s arms, was no exception.
Dunbakel, contemplating what to have for dinner, spoke.

“But are you hungry?”

As you go deeper into the East, you will often find yourself fighting over food.

“I think about it.”

Rem scolded her. The two ended up exchanging blows.

* * *

The Companion of Heat began as a parasite, escaping from the monster and becoming a demon.
Perhaps due to his innate traits, he could split his thoughts into dozens or even hundreds.
Balrog’s soul-splitting was something he had learned by stealing from the Companion of Heat’s special ability. This was its source.
In any case, the thoughts passed over the mountain range. The will engraved within them was clear.

‘If I can’t eat it, others can’t eat it either.’

If so, it would be right to crush it here. The thought turned into a red-tinged snake and fell to the ground.

* * *

“You fucking bitch.”

The wizard known as the leader of the black waves lost his clone, leaving his face wrinkled. This was due to the disappearance of the clone he had created by sacrificing his life and youth.

“Everyone gather together.”

He summoned his disciple and slave. The slave approached and bowed his head to hear his message.
Wizards and witches are often insular individuals, but naturally, they assist or hinder each other’s work when necessary.

“Tell the beasts that the star child has appeared.”

Without clear instructions, slaves cannot perform their duties properly. This is why he was told precisely what to say and to whom.
After delivering the message, the wizard clasped his right thumb, starting from the index finger to the little finger, and then removed it, turning his head.
Wizards are those who conform to the world, but do not follow the natural order. To be precise, they dream of a world that runs counter to the will of heaven, the will of heaven.

“Only truth is worthy of being called God.”

They openly say so.
Therefore, their position differed from that of merchants and warriors. Becoming the devil’s servant didn’t mean they had to sacrifice everything.
And the world isn’t simple, just like relationships between people.

‘I didn’t know there was a star child there.’

That would actually be helpful,
he said, attempting to telepathize with the one who claimed to be his master.

“It failed, but there is still room for improvement.”

After speaking, the wizard was lost in thought for a moment.

‘They said he was crazy.’

Eternal life, land, truth.
If he desires nothing else, what can he possibly desire?
It would remain a question he would never fully resolve.

* * *

The demon of the Demon Realm heard the news, and instead of me being immobilized, he summoned several servants. Among them, the most powerful servant, “Sunbaek,” also intervened.
The psychic artifact trembled as it asked.

“Can I do as I please?”

Sunbaek promised him land, making him her vassal. He promised that if he “rose,” he would become the final ruler of this land.
So he nodded.

Do as you wish.

The servant nodded at the pure white words.

* * *

“Let’s get started.”

The South is called a great nation. The Great King of Lichenstein heard news that the parasites that had been eroding his nation’s power along its borders for over a decade had vanished. Therefore, there was no reason to hesitate.
Hanging over his shoulders was the hide cloak of a demonic beast, once known as the Lord of this land.
A crown, even, was part of the Great King’s everyday attire.
There was a tree that was considered a relic itself. Its name was Yggdrasil.
It was said to grant wisdom, ward off death, and shape destiny.
It was a relic that only existed in myths and legends. However,
the value of a truly relic-level tree was singular:
it nullified all mentally damaging spells, and also all curses.
A crown, framed from the branches of Yggdrasil and adorned with golden thorns, was his symbol.
It was something he kept by his side even when he slept.

“I will pierce the buttocks of the continental scoundrels and make them into a flag.”

Nauril and I have been engaged in localized wars for some time now. There’s no need for a warning.
While it won’t be an immediate all-out war, it’s time to unleash the swords we’ve been preparing. The King was certain of this.

* * *

Child of the Stars.
There was a time when they were called that. The nickname “Witch of Strife” came later.

“You have talent.”

Those were the words I spoke when I first encountered magic. My master was a man without a scent. More precisely, he was someone who had no particular desires.

“Some people might find pleasure in eating delicious food. For me, I simply enjoy each day gazing at the stars in the sky.”

The Master was not a witch, but rather someone who read astronomy, observed the movements of the stars, and was detached from worldly affairs.
Despite being a witch, she occasionally cared for injured hunters and helped those in distress.
It was either luck or a blessing, or perhaps just a coincidence.
To Esther, that was the Master.

‘It’s a dream.’

Esther found herself confronting a part of her past. Time flew by, illuminating her childhood—
a time when she was gradually learning to understand reason and seek truth.

“Is it fun?”

The teacher asked, and he answered with sweat dripping down his nose and nostrils.

“yes?”

He seemed to be asking the obvious question. The look in his teacher’s eyes was one of concern. As a child, Esther hadn’t realized this.
As time passed, this time, an encounter, perhaps even a curse, befell her.

“Star Child.”

It’s a nickname. It’s a term for those blessed with magical powers as great as the stars in the sky.
And that talent was a highly desirable target for those who studied magic, and they were even called the essence of magical power.
When refined, it became a living elixir that surpassed even the legendary elixirs.
That was the reason and meaning behind the name “Child of the Stars.”

“You hide it well, but you can’t fool my eyes.”

I still can’t forget it. He was a wizard who accidentally lost his expression and emotions while studying a spell. He was
also known as the Master of the Insensible Blade.
He possessed remarkable intuition and, through overcoming the many layers of veil his master had placed, peeked into Esther’s secret.
He then attacked her with a surprise attack.
The master, seeking the truth but simply enjoying the moment, sacrificed everything he had to protect Esther.

“Live. Esther, do what you want to do.”

The teacher’s words became shackles. Esther didn’t know what she wanted to do.

‘The truth.’

Exploring magic was my passion.
The means became the end. I believed anything was possible to expand the world of magic.
Esther was becoming not her master, but her master’s killer.
However, instead of sacrificing others, she risked herself to explore magic.

“Long time no see.”

In the meantime, he chased down and fought the wizard who killed his master. He was so happy to hear Esther’s greeting.

“You came here to be eaten!”

He tore the mouth of the man who spoke it open left and right. He did so with a spell he had specialized in.
Demueller’s Sickle was Iza’s specialty.
This was when she began to be called the Witch of Strife.

“The Child of the Stars!”

She learned to fight those who recognized her, and in her spare time, she explored spells.
She didn’t even know what lay at the end of this path. She walked without knowing. There was a path, but no destination.
Then, she was consumed by a spell, cursed, and trapped in the body of a leopard.
At the time, I thought it was another stroke of bad luck, but looking back, it seems like it was actually a stroke of luck.

‘What I wish for is.’

I don’t know. I walk without knowing. I just wanted to be a star in the sky. The star in the sky that my teacher, who saved me from being a street vendor and dying, had hoped for
. That wasn’t my life, it was my teacher’s. I simply continued the life he had lived.
So what about now?

“You’re awake.”

Could this be the sound of clear, fine dew flowing down the leaves?
The fairy’s voice was truly beautiful.
She was immersed naked in the warm water. There was more than one fairy spring. Among them, this one, a warm spring, was said to be the best for restoring the body.
Stones were piled around the cloth, creating a truly serene scene. The green eyes of the fairy, part of that scene, gazed at Esther.
Esther’s mouth opened.

“huh.”

The fairy asked.

“You hugged me again?”

Esther thought that question was really funny.

“huh.”

The fairy nodded, expressionless. Her expression left no one able to read her thoughts. Then, she abruptly asked.

“You have a worried face.”

The fairy continued.

“You won’t have to try to solve it alone.”

The advice of the long-lived fairy was helpful.
Esther, though vague, now knows what kind of life she wants. She also understands her mentor’s wishes.

‘Tranquility.’

I add my own to it.

‘joy.’

Eliminate inconvenience. If it’s inconvenient to see people dying in useless experiments, eliminate it. If it’s inconvenient to see the devil in the Demon Realm wielding his powers, eliminate it.
Also.

‘Even if a group of greedy people come rushing in.’

I will clean it up.