Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 821

821. When Gold Illuminates the World

Chrys sat in the shade, avoiding the afternoon sun, thinking.
There was a writer who would plant apple trees even if the continent were to be destroyed tomorrow.
What was his name?
Was it Martin? Was it Spiza? He couldn’t remember exactly.
But he knew his name. It was Encred. Rem spoke from beside him.

“Hey, they say the devil’s servants have come, they’re really consistent.”

The day after the demon’s servants arrived, a man with a sword appeared before me, claiming it was afternoon training time. Black-haired and blue-eyed, he was the leader of this group.
Encred, the mad knight commander.
He was known by the world as the demon slayer, the national hero, the protector of the border guard, the king’s confidant, the devilish knight, the destroyer of women’s hearts, and the slayer of monsters.

‘It’s only fitting that he be given the nickname Balrog Slayer.’

Ironically, it was not the continent but the Demon Realm that reacted to that feat first.

‘No, if rumors spread, there’ll be chaos.’

I remembered Abnair, who’d gaped open at the mention of killing a Balrog.
Even the man who said calmness was his greatest weapon was surprised.
What about the others?
Should I try to sneak information to the trading city I’d recently established ties with?
They’d already be willing to make concessions, but they’d probably be even more so if they heard I was a Balrog slayer.
The trading city was quick-witted.
I didn’t intend to exploit them, so I didn’t need to tell them.
If you ask why I didn’t need to exploit them, I’d say it’s all because of the man in front of me. It’s only fitting that Encred was the reason for all this.

‘Conscience, standards, beliefs.’

Well, that’s a decision that was made after all those things got mixed up.

“It’s an ideal form, but for it to last, the trading cities must also have the same mindset.”

Seeing that, Abnayer let out a bitter grunt, and Christ nodded as if it were obvious.

“Oh, of course.”

I know. If the other person turns their back, what you’re doing now is, at best, foolish.
But.

‘If the captain is in good health.’

Whether it’s a trading city or anywhere else, you can’t help but be cautious.

‘But what if the captain is captured by the devil?’

Oh, just thinking about it made his heart ache with a terrible ominous feeling. The situation now seemed to be threatening him like a sharp blade, aimed at his throat. Krys’s head throbbed.
Is this okay? No, it’s not okay. He should have packed up and fled long ago. But now, he couldn’t think of that.
Even with the chilling blade touching his throat, drawing a drop of blood, he could endure it.
Why?

‘I’ve invested a lot here too.’

I say that to myself, but I know the real reason is different. Chris has also been influenced by my captain.
Well, I don’t want to say something embarrassing like, “I’m protecting people,” because of that.
There are times when I recognize the change in myself but don’t want to admit it.

“They say that even when a man grows up, he is still a child.”

It’s something he often hears from his lover. Christ simply doesn’t want to say anything embarrassing.
If he shows it through his actions, it’ll just be the same.

“Isn’t it a bit dangerous?”

Anyway, Nurath also expressed his concern. Perhaps unexpected events would continue to occur without a break.

“uh.”

Christ answered calmly.

“Is that okay?”

She’s a lover. She knows how to react.

“uh.”

Christ answered briefly, his head still spinning with anxiety.

Are all devils the same?

No, it won’t. There are progs who carve ornaments, and giants who belong to the religious order. These are individual traits that transcend the characteristics of the race.

‘The devil will be more autonomous than that.’

Since the number of individuals is small, the group characteristics will also be vague.

‘There will be persistent ones, there will be those who hold grudges, and there will be those who seek immediate revenge.’

There must be some onlookers.
Whatever the case, Christ decided he needed to prepare for various situations. With that thought in mind, he opened his mouth.

“Add one more soldier to the safe route…….”

As the end of the sentence became vague, Nurat asked back.

“Increase?”

What more could he do? Was it even possible to predict the devil’s response?
Even the slightest letdown would send a surge of anxiety crashing down on him, sending him reeling. Chrys’s gaze turned to Encred.
There, he saw a human swaying his sword, training his body.
Unwavering, unwavering, unwavering.
A solid barrier, a fortress.
From the moment he declared his intention to become a knight, he had not changed a bit.
No matter what the devil’s servants said, his resolve remained untouched.

“I protect those who stand behind me.”

A person who spoke such words and discussed the end of the war, and made it his knight’s belief to eliminate all the demonic realms on the continent.

“Hey, let’s have a game?”

Next to him, a gray-haired savage thrust his axe. He, too, seemed unconcerned about the visit of the devil’s servant. So, it was business as usual.

“Do I have to wait in line?”

Lawford and Fel followed suit, while Dunbakel, who had been watching closely, charged at Encred before Rem could.
Without a word or a signal, he thrust his fist, but Encred calmly parried it with his sword.

Exactly!

With a dull thud, the two began to spin around.
Encred, in sync with Dunbakel’s three-dimensional maneuvers, also began to move his feet.
Of course, Chrys couldn’t see all of it.

“Knights are a disaster.”

Nurat muttered.
If that disaster were an ally, wouldn’t it be called something else?

“It would be a blessing, not a disaster.”

Christ muttered.

“You guys are having fun, brothers.”

Then, Audín and Teresa return after finishing their all-night prayer.

“Are they gone?”

Saxon, who had returned without notice, examined the traces of the fight and muttered to himself. “Gone?” likely implied he had killed them.

“A blade that cannot be eaten by heat.”

And then, the genius who was easily lost appeared with Luagarne, muttering incomprehensible words. As soon as he arrived, his gaze was drawn to Encred’s fight.

“If you hit a player, you get an axe stuck in the back of the head.”

The savage who had been tricked by Suin spoke in a tone full of anguish, but Gilchi simply ignored him.

“Oh.”

Luagarne’s eyes roll back and forth incessantly, growing larger.

Gulp.

Prok’s cheeks swelled as he witnessed Dunbakel’s movements and the corresponding Encrid.
The fairies and witches were in the Fairy City recovering.

“The devil bastard came?”

Instead, there was a tree giant who would get angry at the mere mention of the word devil.

Ppekeum.

Bran, the Wood Guard, spewed smoke. I felt it every time I saw him, but seeing him lick a lit cigarette was something I just couldn’t get used to.
Watching all this made my anxiety subside. Ironically, a sense of relief rose in my head.
Krys hadn’t known the demon would send his minions. But he had poured his time with Crona into training the Border Guard’s standing army, not knowing what would happen.
It was an investment that even the capital, Krang, and even the homeland hadn’t fully grasped. No, even the most savvy of intelligence guilds
likely missed. It was also impossible to know, since the Mad Knights had all the attention.
Crona, who joined the Border Guard’s standing army, was astronomical. Furthermore, the Mad Knights were in charge of their training.
Those influenced by them became commanders, and those commanders in turn exerted a similar influence on other soldiers.

‘If the colon is plagued by an infectious disease, the rest are equally plagued by a terrible plague.’

That would be a good way to look at it.

“Oh, that’s interesting.”

Encred, who had deflected Dunbakel’s side kick, spoke.
He lifted his right foot into the air and kept his left foot on the ground. Even standing on one foot, his balance was exceptional. There was no shaking. As always.
The man who had been hit spun around in midair, then fell back to his original position, leaping backward.
The impact wasn’t without impact, but he deflected it with incredible athleticism. It was like demonstrating a swordsmanship with his body.
While the principle was similar to Audin’s body-deflection, the technique was entirely different.

“It feels good to say that after hitting me.”

Gulp. Though not as strong as a giant, the water creature’s body is sturdy, yet it bleeds from its nose. This is because it cannot dissipate all the force of Encred’s kick.

“What was that last one?”

Dunbakel asked and Rem intervened.

“What the heck? You stinky Suin.”

And then, surprisingly, Audin was surprised.

“Divine penetration?”

Ragnar’s gaze changed. Just moments ago, Encred’s will had changed. It was Indules. The change was different. It
wasn’t as solid as a castle wall, but rather flowed like water, seeping into the opponent.
Encred calmly let his sword hang limply, speaking.

“Encred-style fighting technique, seeping in and striking.”

Rem said without a trace of laughter.

“……Please don’t name it yourself.”

In fact, the name was just given. Encred smiled. He chuckled and snapped his fingers.

“One by one.”

The devil’s servant has come? So? Should I panic? Should I agonize and agonize?
No, it would be better to swing my sword once more.

‘But how many people can say they know that?’

Christ asked himself and answered himself again.

‘There are several.’

Here are those people. They’re all gathered here.
Looking at them, Abnayer recalled those who had recently claimed to be fighting the Border Guard for the sake of national autonomy in Azpen.

‘I’ll have to have them all beheaded.’

That doesn’t mean I’d actually behead them, but I couldn’t just leave those who were so sparring with the devil in the first place to get on my bad side.

* * *

The sun was warm. It was a good day for training.
I tend to think of rain as a good day, so there’s no such thing as a bad day for training.
But it was an especially sunny day.
The sky, reflected through the clouds dotted like islands across the sky, was a brilliant blue.
Last night, it looked like stars were about to pour down. Still, I preferred a day like today to one over overcast.

‘A clear day.’

It was a day when the sunlight embraced the heart.
Encred enjoyed sunbathing and moved his body. Drenched in sweat, he used the technique of isolation to break down each muscle, one by one.

‘It’s better than before.’

Indules, after strengthening Will like a wall, your body responded by changing the quality of your muscles. They became harder and more resilient.

‘But I won’t become a giant.’

According to Luagarne, the giants even draw the letters imbued with Will onto their bodies. Instead of using engraved weapons, they carve Will into their skin.

Fury.

And that Will is said to react to the giant’s emotions.
When distracting thoughts arise, he lets them arise and moves on as usual. The demon’s minions are not in his mind. He simply lives out his day faithfully.
Each knight went about his business, while Bran, the Wood Guard who came in place of the elves and witches, remained, seemingly bored, like a bystander.

“Every time I see you, I am amazed at how much you improve.”

This is what I said when I heard the word Balrog Slayer.

“Even so, I don’t let today go to waste.”

This time, it was a face of admiration. Encred guessed so. No matter how perceptive, it was difficult to read the expression of a fairy covered in bark.

“The fairy taught us how to control our emotions and spend the day dryly, but now it’s time for us to change too….”

With that, Bran left.
Luagarne came to visit and they chatted about various things.

“Our unit has become quite useful now.”

Rem also told me about my unit’s training progress. It wasn’t really a report. It was more like bragging.

“Is that little punk teaching those ten kids properly?”

He didn’t teach. He only said he’d occasionally spar.
Despite this, Ragna had ten swordsmen under his command. Training them was largely Lawford’s responsibility.
Fel came to visit, claiming he was researching new techniques.
Anne also complained about her relationship with Ragna.

“It would be nice if you came to me sometimes.”

It’s something you have to find yourself to meet. Encrid cleared up the misunderstanding.

“I can’t find my way alone.”
“Ah.”

Anne realized and turned back. Her lab wasn’t in the heart of the city. It was a remote corner of the castle. Naturally, her room was also near the lab. It was too complicated a route for Ragna to find.
He dismissed the visitors and immersed himself in his training, and time flew by.
Today’s sunset was golden.
The clear sun set very slowly, shifting the colors of the sky as it went, leaving gold hanging on one side of the sky.
Clouds cast shadows, and even trees and structures were divided into those that received light and those that didn’t.
It was said to be the time of dog and wolf, a time when the four-legged beasts shrouded in shadows were indistinguishable.
It was Encred’s favorite time of day. He paused for a moment, gazing at the sky.
Shouldn’t today be called not the time of dog and wolf, but the time when gold illuminates the world?

“It’s a beautiful sky.”
“That’s right.”

It was Esther. She came over and stood next to me.