Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 822

822. Weak

Light seeped into her face. Her black hair blended with the light, and behind her, another Esther emerged.
However, this Esther was simply a shadow, composed of lines and shadows, so dark that it was only a shadow.
Even that shadow, perhaps a beauty’s, looked like a work of art, drawn with graceful lines.

“I feel like someone is coming after me.”

Esther said.

“Who?”
“Those who have lost themselves in heresy and been consumed by the truth. Those who are trapped in the well of stupidity, like beasts, yet believe themselves superior to everyone else.”

“That’s a grand statement. They deserve to be called that,” Encred replied, blinking once.

“Are you saying some crazy wizard or witch is coming?”

Encred’s situation management was always top-notch. After a brief pause, Esther chuckled. Her blue eyes narrowed in a pleasing way. It was perfectly acceptable to say such things.

“okay.”

The witch, once a leopard, nodded. Danger approaches. And it’s coming solely for her.

‘Unnecessary risk.’

A threat that would haunt her for life, but not this man. Why should he take such a risk?
Should he burden someone with the devil’s minions?
In a similar situation, Cinnar had almost gone off alone and become the devil’s bride.
While she might be a foolish wizard or witch, it’s even more dangerous when someone ignorantly falls for something.
That’s what they are. They
are entangled in an affair, believing their own truth to be the only truth.
By experiencing Phantasia, the illusion, Esther had forged a new world of spells. Yet, she judged them to be a threat.
Esther could distance herself from Encred and eliminate all these threats. All she had to do was leave the Border Guard.
The golden sunset illuminated the face of a man with eyes similar to her own. Esther’s gaze never left his. The harmony of orange and gold made his face appear brighter than usual.

‘A face that eight out of ten city women would fall for.’

Esther still knew she was receiving letters from noblewomen. Seeing this face now, it all seemed so natural.
Encred met Esther’s eyes, his gaze gazing at the golden sunset, and spoke.

“Okay, I’ll fight with you.”

It’s a concise, decisive, and honest answer. It leaves no room for argument.

“what?”

Esther asked back.

“Isn’t that what you were trying to say?”

Encred’s gaze is still fixed on the golden sunset.

“right.”

Esther wasn’t flustered. She didn’t try to persuade him. She simply affirmed.
It was the answer she’d already given when I asked her if she was confident behind her back.
Even if she left the Border Guard alone, she could deal with those who were having affairs. However, it would take a very long time.
During that time, she would have to leave this man. Esther now knew what she wanted.

‘Not a person who walks alone.’

Just as a teacher gazes at the stars, Esther sought those who would embroider her life. People. Friends. Acquaintances.
There were those who learned spells from her, and there were merchants who smiled bashfully and offered marmalade.
They all became her goals.
Spells were a means, not an end.
The man who dreamed of becoming a knight became a knight, but he remained unwavering.
His dream was not a knight, but something that could only be achieved by becoming a knight.

‘That doesn’t mean that spell exploration isn’t fun.’

The pursuit of magic doesn’t necessarily mean shunning the world. There’s certainly
no need to retreat to a solitary study room, or build a cabin in the woods to hide.
The wizard was implicated in two disasters.
One was summoning the demon Father of the Dead, and the other was unleashing a fiery beast known as the Salamander.
While the summoning of the fiery beast was largely due to the Magi Holy School, perhaps there was a spellcaster’s handiwork involved?
This history forced them into hiding.

“Burn him to death.”

At one time, it was even popular to burn witches and wizards to death.
Of course, even if they were just “peepers,” they wouldn’t have been easily defeated, so even more people died. “That’s why,
” Esther thought.

‘You don’t have to walk the same path as everyone else.’

Until now, the ideas that wizards and witches of previous times had formed from experience had lost their meaning to her.

‘It’s fun to deal with the world of orders.’

The act of exploring knowledge and discovering new things brings her a thrilling joy.
While she enjoys the act of manipulating spells, she leaves the means as mere means. Therefore, she has no hesitation in moving forward toward her true desires.
They stood side by side, watching the setting sun. The colors of the sunset gradually changed. Purple mixed with orange, forming lines that touched her face.

“What are you two doing?”

And then the fairy arrived.
It was a sudden request, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Shinar approached with swift steps. Encred smiled, and Shinar spoke again in a calm tone.

“It’s like watching your fiancé laugh when something difficult happens.”

A fairy who cannot lie knows how to distort the truth. This means distorting what she sees as truth.

“How are you feeling?”

The final kick that killed Balrog was hers.

“I’m all better now. If you want, I can check on you in bed.”

The jokes intensified. Encred, too, laughed and listened.
And so the sun set. The gold turned orange, then a faint purple, then a deep blue.
After the sun disappeared, Rem started a drinking party, claiming she’d brought some precious liquor from somewhere.
For some reason, everyone gathered and took over.

“This is my homecoming party.”

As Shinar said.

“What the hell are you talking about? Did you hurt your head?”

Rem accepted, and Christ began to grill a marinated pork belly, saying he had prepared a barbecue.

“I’ll tell you the story of the most handsome man in the West.”

Rem, slurring his drink, spun a tale based on his imagination. Encred listened intently. Stories were always entertaining. No matter how far-fetched, Encred found amusement in them.
Saxon chuckled at Rem’s words. Reality was always leisurely.

“It may be presumptuous of me to say this, but the God of War is generous with love, so he does not tell you to reject someone who approaches you.”

Here, Audin intervened. He too was bringing up an incident from his youth.

“Is this the story of meeting a female bear?”

“Did you really bring the poison?” Fel asked, his face flushed. Encred stared at his face for a moment.
It was a face he might never see again after seeing it today.
Just a moment ago, Fel had spoken like Rem. That’s a crime for which he wouldn’t be able to repent, even if he were beheaded immediately.

“Do you want to go to the Lord, brother?”

At Audin’s words, Fel blinked briefly. For a moment, he seemed to have sobered up.

“Oh, that’s not it.”

Rem chuckled at that. It was a request to admit that he was a bear.
Audyn swung his blade, and Rem caught it with his bare hands. It was like a trick.
The alcohol wasn’t just any alcohol. Everyone was getting drunk.

“They say if you drink it every day, you’ll get sick of it.”

Rem waved her hand in the air and said something about the alcohol I brought.

“Whew! Anxiety? Worry? I’m not the type of person to do that, huh? Tell all you devil bastards to come! I’ll kill them! Me!”

Even Christ was drunk. Encrid quietly admired it.

“Let’s sing a song. Now, everyone, wipe your ears and listen.”

Teresa suddenly stood up and sang. Her light attire revealed her muscular arms.
She was a half-giant, a half-breed. With those forearms and fists, she possessed enough strength to strike her opponents, using the sound as a musical instrument.
Yet, her voice was exceptionally pleasant. Her hoarse voice was both gritty and clear.
It was a duality, perhaps.
It reminded me of the time I’d had a drink of founding wine. A truly good drink was strong yet gentle.
Her voice was like that.
The song Teresa sang was called “Wandering Jack.” The lyrics varied slightly, but it was a song sung across the continent.
It was about a friend named Jack finding true love and settling down.
Her soft, soothing voice relaxed and relaxed my entire body. Audín had called it a sacred song, a chant, perhaps?
She had used her divine power while drunk. Just listening to that song made some of the accumulated blood in her body dissipate.
She was displaying all sorts of talents while drunk.

“Why is everyone so weak to alcohol?”

Lawford shook his head, took off his shoes, put them aside, took off his pants, folded them, and began to prepare for bed in a corner of the training hall.

“And why is everyone doing this in front of other people’s rooms?”

Lawford clicked his tongue and lay down. He muttered that the bed was soft even though it was on the ground. He fell asleep.
No one stopped him.
There was no one to stop him.
Ragnar had already fallen asleep, sipping his drink.
It was so strong that even Encred, a natural drinker, felt dizzy.
Even today, after the sunset had disappeared, the stars were bright. Above the ground illuminated by the moon and stars, Esther cast a spell to ward off the night bugs.
Sinar, drunk, expressed his ambition to have twenty children.
Luagarne dug a hole in the ground and laid down inside.

“Good.”

He seemed to enjoy the moisture rising from beneath the earth.
The devil’s minions had arrived. And yet, they were all the same. Encred wasn’t stupid. And he wasn’t ignoring the situation.
Something even more profound greeted him as he passed the port of call.
Demons abounded in the Demonic Realm, and threats still abounded on the continent.
Enemies like the Black Blade Bandits and the Gnoll Colonies were incomparable.
Naurilia had a greedy enemy in the South. The machinations of the Southern vassals in the capital alone were proof that the threat was more palpable than before.
Esther spoke of the presence of a repulsive group seeking her out.
Tomorrow, several absurd monster colonies might suddenly attack this place.
The sudden appearance of a renowned monster, one steeped in history and legend, was also possible.
All of this could grow into a tree of anxiety, but no one wavered.
They simply lived each day, upright and righteous.

“Whoa, that crazy savage brought crazy wine. Crazy captain. It’s a crazy day, but it’s also a crazy good day.”

Seeing even Saxon drunkenly say this, it’s hard to say he’s not in the mood for a day without distractions.
Encred smiled. Because
he doesn’t dwell on today, but moves toward tomorrow. No day is unimportant. Perhaps the reason this moment, savored right now, is so precious is because it’s a day that will never return.
From the moment he first encountered the repetition of today, Encred hasn’t changed.
He’s the same.
He closes his eyes, savors the peace, and resolves to gift this peace to everyone standing behind him.
Encred, half-asleep drunk, realizes he’s on a rocking boat, and leans halfway out onto the boat.

“Ugh.”
“……I’ve never seen anyone vomit so much on this boat in my entire life. What kind of alcohol did you drink?”

It was a strong drink, enough to intoxicate not just the body but the mind as well.
Encred exhaled with a sigh and felt the effects of the alcohol fade. He must have fallen asleep from drinking so much. This was a world of imagination, a dream, invited by the ferryman. Therefore, he couldn’t possibly be drunk.
Yet, he felt nauseated. It was a kind of conditioned reflex.
The swaying of the boat between the strong drink and the hazy night felt like it was turning his stomach.

“Whew.”

Encred let out a long breath.

“I think I smell alcohol.”

The boatman spoke. Today’s boatman was gentle. He was unusually gentle and kind.
It just felt that way.