Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 848

848. Edin Molsen

Killing the remaining fire is an extension of wave-breaking. The basics are lost.
Encred devoted the entire walk to contemplating swordsmanship.
This also helped. Understanding with the mind before moving with the body.
Understanding this principle, Encred adhered to a similar approach when teaching swordsmanship to others.

Understanding comes first.

This is good for those who have reached a certain level. What about those who are below that level?

‘Just run.’

Physical strength is the foundation of everything. To put it in terms of building a castle wall, it’s like laying the ground before laying the cornerstone.
Therefore, training your physical strength is training yourself, and that training helps you in everything you do.
Encred believed in this fundamental training method as much as he believed in himself.
He believed that anyone preparing for something must first be running.
As he stepped into cross guard, Encred saw a man running before him, dripping with sweat.
The moment he saw him, his mouth naturally fell open.

“Were you here?”

Some people are unforgettable no matter how hard you try to forget them. Thinking back, the impression this man made on me probably wasn’t all that strong, but it was vividly etched in my memory.

‘The first time I met him was with a guy who was rushing at me like a thunderbolt next to my father.’

In Western terms, should we say “hareppuppy”? It refers to a newborn puppy, less than a year old.
To be more precise, the same word was also used to describe someone who had just begun to live a proper life.

‘It has a double meaning: someone who has just started living properly is a newly born person.’

It was Rem’s words. Western words often had dual meanings.
The word “dusk morning” meant the darkness obscuring the sun, but also referred to the darkest hour before dawn.
It was also called “dusk sky.
” Dusk morning meant dawn, and “dusk sky” emphasized the darkness.
Whatever the meaning, if the person using it meant something positive, “dusk sky” meant dawn before dawn.
I don’t know why that complex Western expression came to mind now.
It was a thought that suddenly came to me while I was thinking about swordsmanship.
The running man stopped. He turned his attention to Encred’s words. A few passersby recognized Encred’s face.
The man stopped, oblivious to the attention around him.

“It just so happened.”

He said. Encred, how should I put it, had a lively gaze.
This man’s name was Edin Molsen.
He was the son of Count Molsen, the mastermind of the civil war that earned Encred the nickname “Hero of the Nation,” and the one who harbored the demon of the Demon Realm.
Sweat dripped from his blond hair onto the floor. It dripped and soaked into the smooth stone floor.
His physique looked much more slender than before. Had he dropped his sword?
A knight’s eye. His balance was better than before, and his posture was stable and free of fat.

‘You left it black.’

To be precise, he still wields a sword for physical training and self-defense, but proper training has stopped.
He’s probably only learning the basics.
The muscles visible through his short sleeves look tough and solid, though.

‘It’s not about swordsmanship, it’s about training your body.’

He must have run every day, rain or shine, wherever he was.
A scar he’d never seen before appeared on his face. It stretched from his left cheek to his chin.

‘I wasn’t stabbed.’

It was torn from a trip somewhere. Did he stumble on the mountain?
I could only see his body, posture, and gaze, but I could glimpse Edin’s past. He probably didn’t live a life of peace and comfort.
Encred thought back to the last time he saw Edin. He had left, taking his sister with him. He had said he wanted a peaceful life.
Though it seemed like a long period of observation and reflection, it happened in an instant. A knight’s thinking speed was incomparable to that of an ordinary person.

“Your expression has improved?”

Encred said. Edin Molsen looked at him for a moment, then opened his mouth.

“Thank you for your kindness.”

He bowed his head. That posture was the very essence of nobility. He was a different person now than when he was under his father.
That’s how it seemed to Encred. The dragon, Frock, and the fairy simply showed their interest in whoever Encred spoke to in their own way. The fairy, being a man, paid no attention, the dragon observed with indifferent eyes, muttering, “Surprised, but quickly calmed down,” and Frock, uncurious, simply repeated the name, “Edin Molsen?”
Luagarne recalled.
Count Molsen had been the most troublesome figure when he had been by the queen’s side. The man before her was his son.
Frock didn’t judge people by blood, so she had no preconceived notions.
She simply…

‘It’s better than I thought.’

I just thought about it. Despite the scars on his face, he was quite handsome. Perhaps thanks to losing weight and gaining lean muscle, his jawline was sharp, and his overall appearance was more chiseled than before.
That made his appearance shine. He wasn’t a young man, but he was quite handsome.
If Kreis saw him, he would probably hesitate to admit him to the salon.
A person’s appearance doesn’t change easily, but their temperament and their aura changed. That man must have experienced many things in the meantime to reach his current state.
Curiosity piqued her, but it wasn’t anything special, so she didn’t say anything.
The last of the group, One-Eyed, simply strolled leisurely along the side of the city. He didn’t cry, but his different-colored eyes memorized the city and its people, learning his way around.
No one knew the details, but One-Eyed memorized and learned the terrain and geography wherever he went. It was a habit he had had since his days as a wild horse.
Several people were surprised by this strange group. The most surprised of them all was the Lord of Cross Guard.

“Uhhh, Moore, no, why, here, welcome!”

The lord rushed out without even tying his boots. The four soldiers who had followed behind as his escort were startled and wide-eyed.
Why, that mad knight commander?

“I’m here for an inspection.”

Encred looked away from Edin and answered plainly.

“If it were just the two of us, it would have been a date.”

The fairy spoke tirelessly.
At this rate, she’d probably bring up that phrase no matter who she met or what she was talking about.

“I’m speechless with shock. Tension, secrecy, dizziness.”

Yong-in observed the lord’s condition and spoke. He observed the changes in their reactions as they met with Encred.

Why do those who stand by this man change?

It was a very special case for Yong-in to have such a question. Naturally, no one was surprised, since no one knew Yong-in’s true intentions.
In any case, he had read the lord’s mind and spoke.

“Huh? Yes?”

The man with the vertically slit eyes suddenly let out a strange noise. It was hard for the castle lord not to feel flustered.

“Discomfort, tension.”

Yong-in spoke again.

“stop.”

Prok stopped him.
The Lord of Crossguard was a man of integrity, but not exceptionally capable. He was more of a worrier.
It was a position Abnair had placed. This lord, with his worrier nature, was also ruthless and caring. Abnair observed that he was exactly the kind of person Encred would like.
Even if he didn’t win the favor of the Mad Knights, he wouldn’t engage in any strange behavior in Crossguard.
Abnair had placed him in this position with a few calculations in mind.

“Huh? Um, um. Why are you here?”

The lord repeated the same question.

“It was an inspection that didn’t turn into a date. Human.”

Sinar answered. Meanwhile, Edin pulled away and began running again. Encred glanced at Edin as he ran. His clothes were damp. It was the mark of someone who had been running tirelessly, and many people around him pretended to know him.
He hadn’t been here for a day or two.

“Edin was staying here?”

Encred asked, watching Edin leave. The lord’s face paled even more. He took a few deep breaths and answered.

“I know. He’s the son of Count Molsen. I know he could be a problem.”

But why would they keep such a person? People always have a reason for their actions.
Especially when they’re the lord, no matter how good they are, they know how to manipulate politics. And the thing Azpen is most concerned about right now is the Border Guard. A full force of the Knights Templar resides in a city bordering the border.
If either the king or the master went mad tomorrow, and war broke out, Azpen would be reduced to a vassal state at best.
Even the Lord of the Cross Guard knew that much. If he wasn’t this smart, Abnair wouldn’t have put him in this position.

“I received a lot of help. In return, all the man asked for was a small house and a place to stay with my brother.”

Is peace still what Edin longs for? Is it simply to escape his father’s embrace and live in a separate space from his traitorous father’s actions?

“Is that so?”

Encred shrugged. This gesture meant he understood, that he would just let it slide.
The lord had that much in mind. He was willing to let it slide for now. He didn’t know what would happen later, though.

“I will take you inside.”

Crossguard was not a wealthy city, even by the best of standards. It was more like a fortress city guarded by the Border Guard.

‘For something like that.’

It’s not quite as strong as Border Guard, but it’s a solid and stable city. It wasn’t like that before, but it is now.
Encred saw a Temple of Abundance built on the site of the slums he’d previously infiltrated.

‘Not bad.’

By the lord’s judgment, he must have been quite resourceful.
The poverty was a chronic problem in Crossguard. Unbeknownst to Encred, several small criminal guilds had taken root among the slums, creating a nuisance.
Why was the Temple of Abundance built here? There was no need to think long about it.

‘The Temple of Abundance needs to clean up what it has done.’

The Apostles of Abundance were previously involved in a new religion, more precisely, a false claim to the Gray God. Their voice in the sacred city of Legion was subsequently diminished. In other words, Abundance lost its power.
Where does the temple’s power come from? Of course, it comes from its believers. Their faith is the temple’s driving force. The Temple of Abundance has remained true to the biblical dictum that it gathers people from the bottom and cares for the needy.

‘No, I had to be faithful now.’

It was just such a time. Whether they were poor or not, they had to spend all the money they’d accumulated in storage to survive.

‘Was it Noah’s suggestion?’

Perhaps. In any case, these temples embraced and cared for the children and the powerless among the poor. This cleared the space for the poor.
Even if the damage had been significant, they likely still had the military and resources to send a single city.

“There were a few guys with rusty chains and such, but we’ve dealt with them now. The Border Guard has taken over the request.”

The lord even spoke of things he hadn’t specifically requested. He even rigorously utilized the Border Guard’s conscript system, a system he’d never even asked for.
Encred was a sharp-witted man, even Chrys acknowledged. He described how the city had changed simply by listening to the lord’s words.

‘Borrow strength wherever you need it.’

Borrowing the power of the Legion, he pushes out the slums and also reaches out to the Border Guard to solve the city’s problems.

‘The hand of the trading city also reached me.’

A few of their proud banks and shops came into view.
The city streets were clean and clear, and carriages from the Lockfried River cruised leisurely along them.

“That road was a gift from the Lord of Lockfried.”

Leona is a brilliant merchant. She doesn’t take a loss to build roads. What does she want from this city?

‘You’ve opened a trade with Azpen.’

The expansion of Lockfrid was not simply due to its position as a junction for the Stone Road from the West.

‘We started from the trading towns and reached out everywhere.’

Is trade with Azpen a big deal?

‘I guess you’ve been looking at it since then.’

Azpen has ties to the empire. They plan to open trade routes there.
Leona’s intentions are clear. But who has put all this together so perfectly? Who has made the city so fortified? Is the lord before us the protagonist of this story?

‘I don’t think so.’

Encred, sitting in the reception room, scratched his chin. The number of soldiers guarding him had been reduced to two. One was a man with sharp eyes and the other had a particularly thick right forearm.
The difference in arm size was evidence of years of wielding and training.

‘They’re both former mercenaries.’

Encred had spent considerable time in the mercenary world. He observed the two men who had entered as the lord’s escort, and, regardless of their skill, he found them trustworthy.
Hiring such mercenaries requires considerable discernment.
This, too, is a skill.
The lord’s unnecessary remarks stem from his own acknowledgment of his own wrongdoing. He had taken in the son of a rebel in Naurilia.
In a way, he would have been speechless
even if he had been beheaded. It was the height of unluckiness that the mad knight commander had arrived and confronted him. It was the very essence of tension and anxiety.

“Did you get help from Edin?

Encred asked. The lord swallowed hard. From here on out, a single wrong word would send him straight to hell.