Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 847

847. Inspection

“But where is Lord Encred, the king’s friend, demon slayer, national hero, protector of the Border Guard, devilish knight, heartbreaker, and leader of the mad knights?”

The messenger asked. Christ watched the messenger, who was catching his breath after pouring out his words across the table, and thought.

“Aren’t you out of breath? There are a few nicknames the captain wouldn’t like hearing. And Balrog Slayer isn’t even mentioned.”

Isn’t it time to announce it yet?
Perhaps. If we’re fighting the South, it wouldn’t be advantageous to expose all of our forces.
After all, war begins before iron fists are even crossed on the battlefield.

‘Hide me.’

Know your enemy.
The South was a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. Their king was constantly picking fights, and a magic circle was entangled between Naurilia and Lichenstein.

‘So is this fight inevitable?’

Or is it someone’s intention?
From a political standpoint, it’s probably fair to say he’s as incomprehensible as Krang, but Kreis isn’t a politician. To be precise, he never considered himself one. That’s why he imagined himself as the King of the South.
What does he hope for?

“Do you even wish for continental unification? I don’t know.”

Imagine a stranger
‘s desires. All you’re doing is guessing at their wishes.
Some people risk everything for their dreams. Kreis has seen such people up close.

‘If it’s for a different purpose than the captain.’

Whether that dream is right or wrong, even if it leads to a time when people die in the process and those living on the continent live in pain.

‘If you want to, you can move forward.’

That’s how Christ saw it. The King of the South, a war with a lot of his intentions mixed in. That’s what he assumed.

“When we meet, just call me Sir Encred. I’ve never seen anyone like the nickname ‘Heartbreaker.'”
“Is that so?”
“The captain is on an inspection tour.”

He spoke while taking a sip of tea. Chrys’s gestures were relaxed.
The Salamanders had gone berserk, and the wizarding alliance known as Astrail had targeted the city. Few people were unaware of this. Many had witnessed the battle firsthand.
He was so moved that he composed a song? Chrys himself hired several bards.

‘You’ll be anxious.’

Of course. No matter how relieved they were, there were those who watched the fight while leaving their children, their wives, and their parents behind.
Kreis decided that reassurance was necessary.
The most effective way was to send Encred into the city.
There was no better way to show the city dwellers who was protecting them.
If he traveled around the city, stopping here and there, many would feel relieved. That sense of relief would quickly spread, and it would bring stability to the entire city.
That was Kreis’s calculation. And his calculations were usually accurate.

“There are many reasons to do this.”

Christ spoke without explaining the situation. The messenger likely hadn’t requested immediate action.
He remained simply to personally deliver Krang’s message.

“okay.”

The messenger nodded. Christ turned his gaze out the window. The cleared land, the people living there.
Beyond the window, the houses, the land, the city where these people live.

‘war.’

The continent is constantly at war. Recently, it’s been engaged in a fierce battle with Azpen, just across the border. Localized wars have also been constantly taking place in the south.

‘Is a fight really necessary?’

Maybe there’s a different way to decide the outcome?

‘For example, what if there was a competition in the salon to see who could dance the best?’

If that’s so unfair, why not just designate multiple categories?
That’s a foolish thought. We can’t argue over national hegemony over such a thing.

‘but.’

People die in war?
Resources are limited, and while some people are well fed, others starve. I know. This is a truth that Christ also realized as a child.

‘So war is the only answer?’

I don’t want to nod. It’s a fact I’ve known for a long time.

‘I feel like I’ve already put one foot in the captain’s dream.’

There are knights who dream of an end to war and the apocalypse. There are those who aspire to live like the protagonist of that song.
Kreis knows such people. Therefore, even if the mere mention of “war” brings anxiety, he will not be swayed by it.

‘No, it’s fine as long as it doesn’t collapse even if it shakes a little.’

I’m in the middle of thinking.

“I will wait.”

The messenger’s words snapped him out of his short reverie. Turning his gaze, which had been directed toward the window, forward, Christ answered.

“Okay. He’ll be here today.”

His face still exuded composure. The messenger looked at Kreis, secretly impressed. Even the mention of war and the southern movement didn’t raise an eyebrow.
Of course, reality was a little different.
Kreis was barely able to suppress the rising anxiety within him.

‘Even if I fall down once, I feel like I can just get back up again.’

These distracting thoughts kept coming to mind.
Nurat, sensing her lover’s anxiety, watched him intently from the door. “Once the messenger leaves, he’ll probably joke about running away again.”
Her lover, she thought, was a pillar, standing firm, saying those words. Nurat knew that. Therefore, it was natural for her to see the messenger express admiration.
If someone saw Encred, felt relief, and called him a hero, Nurat would call her lover a hero and admire him.

* * *

“Oh, you, no, you’re the captain now.”

The city of Martai was once a neighboring city of the Border Guard and a symbol of their power struggle with Azpen.
Now completely subjugated to Naurilia, it has become a key fortress city for the Border Guard.
The city’s lord is Torres, a man once a member of the Border Guard’s vaunted border defense force.
He was a skilled fighter who concealed a dagger under his sleeve, known as the Hide Knife, and now, to all, he seemed worthy of the title of lord. He had gained weight and had a wife and child.

“Please call me comfortably.”

Encred said.

“Is that okay?”
“Remember Torres, the so-called Butcher of the Frontier. Not Torres the Fat.”

Torres chuckled at the casual joke.
This kid’s tongue-twisting skills are still there.

“So what brings you here?”
“An outing.”
“If it were just the two of us, it could have been a date.”

The fairy spoke right behind him. Torres’s gaze turned to her. It seemed as if she was the fairy captain from before.

‘It seems strangely softer.’

He joked a lot back then, but now it seems even more extreme.
Well, something must have happened without him noticing.
Torres is an adult. He understands that everyone has their own circumstances.

“Would you like to have a drink?”

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a comrade. We once fought on the same battlefield. That’s why Encred felt comfortable with him.

“Good.”

He doesn’t usually enjoy alcohol, but he knows how to pour a drink for his comrades. It wasn’t strong. His wife brought the wine herself and poured it.
She was the daughter of a master brewer, I think.
The wine was excellent. It was moderately tart and sour, with a fruity aroma amidst the sweetness.
Torres was a man who faithfully fulfilled his role as lord. He knew why Encred had suddenly come.
He had walked into the city, his face exposed, from the very
beginning. Those who saw him would gossip about the mad knight commander in Martai.
Compared to his accomplishments and what he possessed, Encred didn’t come out often.

‘I guess I’ll be training all day.’

That was correct. Encred spent most of his time wielding a sword, swinging it, and training his body.

“The name ‘Border Guard’ is a thing of the past. It no longer exists. Still, this is the best retirement for a unit like this.”

Torres, sipping on three glasses of wine and chewing on thinly sliced ​​fried potatoes, spoke.
Units representing each region, like the Border Guard or the Gray Dogs, always existed. Units that vanished and were quickly rebuilt.

“Don’t you know what it means to be on the most dangerous mission on the battlefield?”

Torres speaks as if asking. Of course, Encred knows too. Dangerous places carry a high risk of death.
So.

“The end of such a combat unit is that most of them die and then disappear. Then, as time passes, new units are created.”

Nothing lasts forever in this world. The lifespan of military units, especially those designed for war, is even shorter.

“Thanks to you.”

Torres says. Had he continued on, he would have eventually died in battle.
Torres honed the art of hiding a dagger in his sleeve. Why? To survive. Everyone in the border guards, desperate for survival, shared the same sentiment. Thanks to this man, they found a new life.

“For something like that, the unit seems to be in good spirits?”

Encred saw soldiers filling the training grounds on his way there.

“……Is that something that should come out of your mouth?”

Torres looked at the Border Guard standing army. In the past, the border guards only recruited elite soldiers, above the Naurilia rank system. What was the standing army like now?
While not quite continental-level soldiers, those with the power to make a name for themselves in a city were casually listed among the standing army. Squire-level soldiers were also seen here and there.

‘What on earth are you making?’

Those words just came out naturally. Encred left Martai, leaving behind his long-lost comrade.

“For the great knight.”

Torres raised his glass to him as he left. Behind him, the Martai security force, lined up as part of the former Border Guard, saluted. They
clasped their left hands to their waists and bowed their heads.
These were the people whose lives had been transformed by the man’s presence.
It was a day with high skies. Clouds were few and the breeze was cool.
The air was filled with a refreshing freshness.

“It’s a good day.”

“Sinar said. Yongin just observed all this in silence. Luagarne kept puffing out her cheeks as she spoke.

“I am so happy.”

Was Encred’s heart any different? It was the same. He was happy. He saw the lives of those behind him flow like a mighty river.
The inspection was meant to bring relief to everyone, but Encred’s heart swelled as much as Frock’s cheeks.

“Yeah, it’s not a bad day.”

As soon as we left the city, a wild horse came running along the side of the road, making a thump thump thump sound.

Heeeeeeeee.

A horse with two eyes of different colors. He was given the name Indomitable, but his friends called him Odontoclastic.

“I didn’t forget. No.”

Encred stroked the horse’s mane. The raccoon tried to bite his hand a few times. The snapping sound was quite terrifying.

“It’s unusual, it’s unusual.”

Yong-in’s interest extended to horses. To him, this man and everything around him was a stimulus in itself. If a scholar studying Yong-in from the empire or kingdom had seen him, they would have been speechless with shock. Because
he naturally observed the world with a detached and indifferent disposition, Yong-in was nicknamed the Observer. That’s another name for Yong-in, that Yong-in.

“Do people originally speak?”

He even shows interest in horses. He is a beast that has overcome the demonic blood. His will is exceptionally pure.

“No, I won’t ask. It’s an expression of affection. Hmm.”

Encred bit the back of my hand before speaking. The teeth marks were clear.

“You’re crying.”

Yong-in spoke and read the words. If a being has a clear will, there’s no reason why it can’t read the mind of an animal.

‘heaviness.’

Suffocation. Things like that were glimpsed. If these feelings were small, joy was like a sun so large it obscured them all.

“Why does your back look more sore?”

I’m saying this because I see a dark bruise on the back of the person with the same eye. The swelling has also gotten worse.

Heehee.

The one-eyed man just shook his body as if nothing had happened.

“Let’s go together.”

Encred, accompanied by Odd Eye, headed to the city of Lockfrid. There, he met Leona, the lord of the upper house and the lord of the castle.

“How did you come to such a wretched place?”

If we only look at her sarcastic skills, Leona is also a very talented person.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you too.”

Leona chuckled at Encred’s response. This guy always gets his way. Well, that was quite charming.
If only he weren’t a mad knight commander and just a regular soldier.

‘I bet he tried to seduce her on purpose.’

Yong-in reads the other person’s mind.

“She has dark intentions. That woman is after you.”

Leona’s cheeks flushed briefly at those words, and Shinar furrowed his eyebrows. It wasn’t uncommon for a fairy’s eyebrows to furrow.

“Where are you looking? My fiancée, the Golden Witch, is here.”

The fairy wasn’t ashamed to call herself a witch. Leona shook her head.

“That’s not it.”

The Fairy City is one of the top’s core customers. The various items they create are popular across the continent. Their relationship has been smooth and unobserved. Even
Shinar’s words were dismissed as a joke.

“The devil is the problem.”

Sinar clicked his tongue. It wasn’t easy to witness a fairy click her tongue.
What followed was a trivial conversation. The core members of the city of Lockfried had also faced the threat of the previous day, but now they saw Encred and the lord of the castle strolling along the streets with dignity.

“Coming here was Chris’s idea, wasn’t it? You’re really smart.”

After a brief conversation with Leona, Encred moved to Crossguard. He’d already moved.
In the city he arrived in, he met an unexpected person.