Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 834

834. The Fairy’s Special Skill: Distortion (1)

Encred tucked his shinar under his left arm and clutched the dragon’s neck with his right.
To an untrained eye, it looked like he was about to snap his neck. The fact that he possessed the strength to do so made it all the more believable.

“If we’re going to kill, let’s do it quickly.”

Rem joked after seeing that.

“Thank goodness everything else has stopped.”

Audin also strode closer and spoke.
True to his words, the rain of fire faded and ceased, and the strange figure ceased to appear. No, the body of the one that had appeared crumbled and collapsed. Even the spears, sticks, and nets of flame ceased to move.
Instead, a single, glass-bottle-like ball of fire stretched from the fire cloud to the ground.

“What if I cut it now?”

Ragna asked abruptly. Judging by the way he placed his hand on the sunrise grip, he seemed determined to cut it down if permission was granted.
What?
Of course, he meant to cut down a long stream of fire or something else.
Could cutting fire be cutting?
Ragna didn’t need such a question. He looked ready to cut anything if asked. He
was like a living sword. Encred got that impression.

“I’m going to die.”

Ragnar didn’t ask who it was. He wouldn’t care about a salamander or a dragon with limbs hanging limp.
Esther knew that, so she simply said it. It’s
the fairies who die. Encred watched the pulsing flames from afar. Could it be an illusion that she could see the vibrant green of grass growing through them?

“What’s the response?”

Encred, ignorant of the world of spells, couldn’t grasp Shinar’s condition. It was beyond my understanding. So I asked. It was
something I’d learned and realized long ago. So, when was it? It was snowing heavily, and I was on my way to knock on the door of the Gilpin Guild.

“If the captain can’t do it, just give him an order.”

Ragnar, the genius swordsman who sometimes cuts to the heart of the matter, said this.
Saxon led the way, but he had the final say. If I can’t do it, I can ask someone else to do it. That’s what Encred did. Esther answered his question.

“If it’s too late, I can approach you mentally, but for now.”
“Right now?”
“We’ll have to wait.”

Esther was wise. She knew that Cinnar wouldn’t have acted without thinking.

‘Is Yong-in’s involvement a variable?’

A spirit alone cannot cause physical harm to an opponent. And Shinar’s spirit will not be easily shaken.
I know this well, having spent time with him. Shinar’s spirit is upright and strong.
That elf, like a wizard with a world of spells, has a special spirit.
That was partly due to her being a elf, and partly due to her unique nature as Shinar.
That’s why I knew what to do. Sometimes, you have to know how to wait.
Encred nodded.
The blazing fire scorched the air, and the earth sizzled, creating what looked like lava streams ahead.
I could also see molten rock clumped together. It wasn’t the kind of environment conducive to leisurely viewing.
Well, it wasn’t the right time to just sit and watch.
A long, sliver of a lump fell from the fire cloud, rolling across the ground before forming a shape. It was a fireball mixed with black soot.
Moreover, it was unlike any other form I’d encountered before.

‘Murderous intent and malice.’

Encred sensed the emotions emanating from the creature. It seemed to be armed with all sorts of negative emotions. It
had six legs, two tails, and a head that was nothing more than a distorted flame, lacking eyes, a nose, or a mouth.

‘Momentum.’

It was stronger than any self-proclaimed colony leader. It could almost be considered a monster bursting from the realm of the devil.

bang!

As he kicked the ground, the ground was torn apart, and a duet of dirt and fire shot up like a fountain.

“It’s mine!”

Rem lunged forward, swinging the axe he’d just pulled out above his head.

“Is it a fire puppy or something?”

There was no hesitation in his stride as he shouted.
A fireball, perhaps a mixture of negative emotions, was not the end. Behind him, a stream of flames stretched like heated glass bottles, and several more figures emerged,
each with a distinctly different appearance. They all rose with sharp lines. They held malice, and their forms were more defined. The next
figure was human. It possessed two arms and legs, and held a long, pole-like sword. Though forged from flames, the sword swung with a trembling, undulating motion.
It was a scene that could not have been possible without the power of a spell.

“I.”

Ragna stepped forward toward the bastard. He then took turns attacking the things that appeared behind him.

“Just watch.”

And Encred stepped forward. He left the fairy and the dragon on the ground and ran. The blue light of dawn met his opponent, revealing his sharpness to the fullest.
Saxon stood between the two stunned men, dumbfounded.

* * *

For a moment, Shinar felt her spirit lift. Her spirit soared, rising into the sky. Before she knew it, the fiery cloud was within touching distance, and the ground was farther away.
A part of her spirit, soaring, touched something and reacted.
From that something, a tangled web of emotions and wills erupted. If more than ten people were shouting in a cramped space, would they be able to understand the meaning?
It was a similar cry.
Shinar calmly listened to each shout, discerning its meaning.

-no.

I caught a glimpse of the emotion and understood it.

-I don’t like it.

What?

-This is it.

what?

-Everything you did here.

They were all entangled in a single will to refuse.
Shinar’s mind was heightened. Suddenly, she felt herself floating, and in that moment, her own body appeared. Then, her mind flew through time and space.
To be precise, the fairy’s keen senses began to glimpse the memories the salamander had granted her.
Shinar gathered her wits.
Whose memories were these? The memories of the phantom beast.
She couldn’t see her surroundings. All she could perceive was the heated, pitch-black sand.
As she rolled through the sand, a large hole appeared, and a voice came out of it.

“Come here.”

The salamander was drawn to the call, drawn by curiosity. The hand and voice that called him were exceedingly friendly.
The beast knew nothing of the trick. As he approached the hole, a pitch-black hand emerged from within and grabbed his foreleg.

“Got it.”

The opponent grabbed a part of himself and pulled him back. He fought back with flames, but once again fell for several tricks. It was a false contract, a subjugation.
Shinar could see how the beast had been dragged here.
To summon him, they
burned everything. Animals and people alike. It was a sacrifice. The Magical Spirituality moved after receiving an oracle from the god they believed in. Those who make a living by casting spells become bridges.

‘Fooling everything.’

Who is this entity?
Shinar’s senses see a black shadow. It’s a being clad in layers of black curtains, its interior obscured.

‘devil.’

The beings of the Demon Realm summoned the otherworldly beasts to this land by making a false contract.
The Demon Realm Saints, caught between them, merely served as sacrifices.

-I don’t like it.

The Salamander’s will awakened her spirit. His pain also seeped into her heart.
The air here was oppressive. To him, it felt like rolling around in a place filled with poison.
That’s why he found it so difficult to pull himself together, so he was controlled by the demons of the demon realm, forced to entrust his ego to the wizard who had built the bridge.
If he hadn’t been dragged here, if he had been in his peaceful world, this wouldn’t have happened.
The phantom beast was a prisoner, dragged from his world and imprisoned here. To him, this was a more painful place than a human prison.
Shinar peered into the phantom beast’s emotions and felt them.

‘Could it be a coincidence?’

Or perhaps it was inevitable.
Shinar judged that only a limited number of beings could converse with the beasts in this way.

‘One of them is me.’

Kirhais was the representative fairy of the Fairy City, the most gifted of her kind in manipulating spirits and possessing a close relationship with demons.
Who else could possess such a talent?
And if not herself, who could have “assimilated” into the Salamander and peered into its inner workings? Why did she make such an impulsive choice?
She could have simply subdued the Salamander and put it to sleep.
But now, she had risked her life by assimilating, reading its memories and accepting its emotions.
That was the reason.

‘I don’t know.’

Perhaps it was because it was similar to Encred’s heart, who always cried out that she would protect her back, or perhaps it was because she remembered herself being tormented by demons.
Whatever the reason, the existence of phantom beasts was not unfamiliar to fairies.
Woodguard, Wing Fairy, and Druus were the same.
Druus lived solely on dew, while Woodguard absorbed nutrients from the earth.
They formed their bodies from the very essence of their being. This is proof that an otherworldly being had intervened in the fairies’ clan.
The reason the source of this fireball now seemed similar was no other reason.
It was not trees or grass, but flames. Just
as Encred felt pity for the child, so did Shinar.
Memories and emotions mingled, rushing at him all at once. Shinar collected himself and spoke.

“Get out. You wicked and worthless thing.”

Conversations here are based on will, so I extended that will to the other person. Naturally, the parasite ignored me.
He ignored me, the corners of his mouth quirking into a smile, and then approached Salamander.
Next, I whispered in his ear, urging him
to let loose his hatred, to pour out everything he had.

“It’s you.”

Another will intervenes. A mass radiating a soft golden light rises and transforms into a blond young man.
This is Yongin Temares.

“For interfering with my duties.”

Yongin speaks in a hum.
What is duty to Yongin? It’s the very reason for living. Therefore, it’s sacred and must be upheld. He sensed someone interfering with that duty, and that’s why he came here.
Yongin is always bored and doesn’t easily feel emotions. That’s why he’s never been angry at being interrupted.
However, because of their boredom, they react to everything that arises when performing their duties.
To put it simply, Yongin is a time-rich person, possessing an abundance of the commodity called time.
To avoid giving up their lives to boredom, they react sensitively to things related to duty.
Therefore, interfering with Yongin’s work was truly wrong.
However, the parasite of passion simply didn’t know this because it had little experience dealing with Yongin.
Moreover, his origins weren’t even in the realm of magic.
He was aware of Yongin’s presence, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.
Temares observed him calmly.
Yongin, unwavering in his emotions, simply sets clear guidelines and acts accordingly.

“I’ll give you a chance to explain your reasons. Tell me.”

As a spirit being, Yongin had no special talents. He simply asked. The parasite, obeying the will of the main body, asked back.
Even if he were Yongin, what could he do on his own? His actions were simply ridiculous.

“What?”
“Why?”
“Do you think I’ll explain it?”

The devil reacted in a devilish way. Instead of being excited, he showed arrogance.

“You’re all going to burn to death here. That’s all.”

Yong-in recognized his opponent again here.

‘Duty-obstructer.’

Yongin’s boredom was like a vast fortune without direction. He decided to pour it out.
If anyone stood in his way of his duty, he would kill them, even if the world were to end.
He would do so without regard to means or methods.
Yongin was determined. The parasite
repeatedly raised the corners of its mouth and whispered in Salamander’s ear, as if asking what they were capable of.
He stood to the left of the salamander spirit, which lay flat on the ground within the cloud of fire.
The parasite’s body mimicked that of its host, like that of a warrior wielding a greatsword.
It made it seem like a large human was whispering something in the ear of a hunched puppy.
Shinar didn’t know how to fight with a spirit. Therefore, he concluded that he couldn’t stop the will of the spirit. However, she could at least convey a whisper. She whispered from the other side of the salamander.

“That’s enough. It doesn’t affect you.”
“If you break the contract, what’s the point of your existence? Hate it. Explode it. There’s no need to endure it.”

Conflicting voices were heard from both sides. The salamander, which had taken the form of a fire lizard, breathed fire onto the ground.
It looked as if it was spitting blood.

‘If things continue like this, Salamander’s thinking will be ruined.’

Even as a spirit, Shinar possessed exceptional intuition. She instinctively sensed the problem.
Yongin didn’t intervene. Instead, she simply observed whoever had interfered with her duties.
He was currently formulating a new goal within her, based on her new duty. Of course, no one could know.
Even Yongin couldn’t do anything about it.
The actual parasite of heat, while threatening, lacked the ability to physically restrain the two.
Instead, it merely harassed the salamander.
Ultimately, if this fiery beast went mad, it would be a success. Shinar had sensed the parasite’s intentions.

‘What would you do, Enki?’

Sinar asked his fiancée in his heart and heard the answer.

‘Shouldn’t they tell you to come to your senses even if it means hitting your head?’