Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 861

861. Differences in personality

“Oh, Lord.”

One of the priests, who had been struck by the plague and lost consciousness, shed tears upon awakening. It was a change that came at a time when everything seemed over.

“Don’t worry and rest, brother.”

The one standing at the center is the apostle of war.

“Your judgment!”

Some of the soldiers who heard his touch and song were practically converted. They erected a pole and offered a new relic. The fist-shaped object was a symbol honoring the god of war.

“iced coffee.”

The sacred object is imbued with divinity. To an untrained eye, it appears as if nothing has happened.

‘Without sincerity or prayer, on the spot?’

The awakened priest was so shocked that he was speechless. Is this possible? It’s possible. It happened right before his eyes. He wasn’t so disoriented that he could confuse reality with dreams.
Was this all an illusion, and was he merely being seduced by the whispers of an evil spirit?
No. Look at the woman singing at the center of the relic. Her physique resembled that of a giant, but her voice was a gift from heaven. The priest knelt and wept again.
Encred passed the weeping priest and approached Audin.

“Isn’t that too much?”

The camp wasn’t small. It was vast and expansive. Including the passing soldiers, the number was close to a thousand.
A thousand, that’s how many people gathered, pitched tents, and lived there.
Even if each tent housed ten people, there would be a hundred of them. In addition to
the number of people, they also needed places to store food and other supplies. In other words, there were dozens of tents for storing supplies.
The occasional supply unit would also need a place to stay. For the southern front to hold out, the supply line couldn’t be cut off. All of this contributed to the increased land area occupied by the camp.
Audín and Teresa renewed the sacred relics and covered the entire camp with their sacredness. They dispelled the ominousness mixed with the demonic rain and even improved the air quality. It wasn’t an easy task, as Encred saw it.

“That’s right, brother.”

Audyn readily admitted. He nodded. All of this was possible because Teresa sang endlessly, at the center of the seriousness.

“I don’t think it can last long.”

I say this with a smile.

“Even when the time comes to fight, it will be difficult to come forward.”

Luagarne spoke from the side. Having joined the Knights, she was a tactician and a strategist. That was her role. She recognized the power vacuum.

“Yes, Sister Lua.”

Audyn and Teresa poured out their divinity instead of the relics. It wasn’t something they could do for long.

“how much?”

It was a question with no clear ending, but the meaning was clear: how long can you hold out?

“It will probably take about two weeks at most.”

Encrid turned around. He hadn’t given any orders, and Audin had acted on his own.

“It’s a power loss.”

Luagarne is right.

“I admit it. But it feels good. We can communicate without saying a word.”

Yong-in read Encred’s mind. While Shinar watched silently, Krang looked back at the garrison. Even with the Royal Guard and royal troops, the atmosphere remained unchanged.

“Thank you.”

He hummed. It was the king, clad in a cream-colored cloak. Five royal guards surrounded him, but his voice was not quiet.
There were several soldiers nearby, and they could hear him.

“You did what I was supposed to do.”

The king’s heart was sincere. He hoped, if possible, that none of his soldiers would die, and that this battle wouldn’t last long.
He hoped the aftereffects of the battle wouldn’t reach those living today.
He included not only those living in his own land, but also those in the south. Perhaps this is why he deserves to be called a king.

“Why did you come in person?”

Encred asked casually. It was a question directed at Krang. The Royal Guard, especially the captain, looked particularly unhappy. He
was familiar. A hint of discontent appeared on his face. Of course, it was a vague hint of emotion, one that only someone with experience observing the expressions of fairies would see.

“I don’t want the war to be prolonged.”

Krang’s voice grew faint. It was barely audible. Of course, Encred and his party heard it. A knight possessed the hearing to detect even a shout of “Lord! War!” from one side.
Krang then spoke, his voice a little louder.

“Everyone seemed busy.”

This time, it was loud enough to be heard from the surroundings.
Encred and Luagarne’s eyes met. Several thoughts seemed to be going through their minds.

“I’ll have to hear the details later.”

Luagarne whispered. Encred nodded. She was talking to Krang.

“I will fill the void left by Sir Audyn.”

Fel spoke abruptly. His voice was filled with passion.
He was the least connected to prayer, divinity, or miracles. He was a shepherd from the wilderness, a land untouched by the divine. Not even the most common pilgrims come there. It’s not for nothing that three groups hold such high names on the continent:
the wilderness, the glacier, and the black mountain.
Those who dwell in these three places live in a land the gods have abandoned.
Fel saw the aftermath of what Audin and Teresa had done. People change. Wood is fed into a faint flame. Saving people—he never dreamed of such things.
Even now, deep within Fel’s heart, only the sword for himself shines.
But…

‘If you can.’

Couldn’t we be moving in a better direction than we are now?
Perhaps, in observing Encred and learning from him, we only picked up a few key points: swordsmanship and a certain mindset.

What’s more important than talent and hard work?

Audin and Teresa burned their divinity. They poured their energies into protecting them.
For something more important than sword fighting.

‘Where does my sword reach?’

He asked himself. The answer didn’t come easily. In a moment when no one was looking, Pell woke up and opened his eyes. So he stepped forward and spoke.
Lawford, seeing the change in his rival, was moved. He, too, took a step forward.

“I will fill in what is lacking.”

It’s a declaration of intent to never again think of Sir Audin’s empty seat.
Just seeing the two
of them together is reassuring. Their bond is truly affectionate, and it’s a joy to watch.

“……Not enough? I’m fine without you.”

Fel reacted to Lawford’s words, and Lawford remained calm.

“No, it’s not enough. I can’t do it alone. I won’t even be half as strong as Sir Audyn. And with Sir Teresa missing, too.”

Let’s face it.

“Hey, you weeping sage who searches for the red cloak every night. You must find a place to put it and put it in.”

It’s a personal attack.

“So, I’m stuck. So, if I tell you to cut there, cut here. Just do it. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Their fights were a daily occurrence. Encred patted them on the shoulder.

“Save your strength.”

He also offered advice. It would be difficult to let up here. The fight against the South hadn’t even begun.
If anyone had to pick the person most shocked by what Audin had done, it would undoubtedly be Inggis, a member of the Knights of the Red Cloak.
He stared at Audin and Teresa, then at Krang, then at the group of soldiers, seemingly oblivious to the rain-soaked hair clinging to his face.

“If we hold out in place of the sacred relics, we will suffer a loss of strength. Therefore, we must stop them. In the fight against the South, the key is a small number of elite soldiers—that is, the knightly force. Soldier sacrifice is inevitable. Therefore, stop those two’s misdeeds immediately.”

You give up what you have to give up. Only then can you gain even a small advantage. It was madness to drain the strength of two knights here.
That’s why Inggis had to speak. It was the words that came from his head. But the words that came out of his mouth were not from his head, but from his heart.

“Is this okay?”

What should I say?
Those stationed on the southern front were now brothers and family. They saw each other every day. They sat at the same table and rolled together.
Inggis’s stomach bore a scar a hand’s length. It was the soldier beside him who stitched it up.
Inggis couldn’t give up on his soldiers, his unit. That’s why Lichenstätten employed a strategy of targeting ordinary soldiers and weakening the knights’ strength.
To Lichenstätten in the south, the Knights of the Red Cloak were like soft butter. Butter exposed to the summer sun melts easily, and even a slight poke crushes it. Dull and soft.

‘If I can save you.’

Inggis was prepared to give up his life. Despite that resolve, two paladins protected his unit, his soldiers, and his brothers.
Was all danger past? No.
But Iron Mask Inggis felt something warm welling up within his chest.

“Okay.”

A reply came to the words he muttered, as if to himself. Black hair, blue eyes, the leader of the mad knights, the king’s confidant.
It was the answer of a man he had seen in passing at the end of the
civil war. He answered and turned his gaze. His gaze turned to the outskirts of the camp. The man who had originally protected this land, who had always protected it, was walking from there.

“Yeah, I heard he was quite handsome, but I thought he wasn’t.”

Light brown hair interspersed with white, and a face as ordinary as any.
If you introduced him as a peddler leaving an inn and heading out to do business, he’d likely nod, and the image of him carrying fruit on a cart evokes
a sense of wonder. He doesn’t seem to have any extraordinary qualities. Yet, this man was the first sword that had ever sustained Naurilia.
The unit Encred originally belonged to bore his name.

“You? Encred?”

He approached her readily and asked. Beside her, Rem smiled, one corner of her mouth raised. It was, what could be called, a murderous smile.
Dunbakel remained wary, his face a wall of caution.

“Sir Cyprus.”

Encred called his name. Krang nodded, pretending to recognize him.
Their eyes met. Even during Encred’s time wandering the continent, this man had already made a name for himself. Naturally, he dreamed of meeting him. He wanted to ask him questions and learn from him.

“When you meet, ask if he has any talent.”

I even heard sarcasm from a fellow swordsman I happened to hang out with. It was a mocking remark, a joke
I’d heard for bringing up a pointless topic. It was the time to dream of becoming a knight. It was a comment I’d made when I mentioned my desire to meet someone who’d already reached the pinnacle.

“Are you here to fight?”

Knight Cyprus asked.

“I’m here to help.”

Encred answered. The two stood still and began their conversation. No one tried to stop them. The crowd of onlookers grew larger.
Not only the Knights of the Red Cloak and the Mad Knights, but even the crowd of soldiers who had been calling for war turned their attention.
Despite the lack of a single platform in the camp, people were everywhere. Everyone was watching.

“Do you think you can win if you go all the way?”

Cyprus asked. It was a straightforward question.
Was he referring to the fight with the South, or something more?
The meaning was unclear.

“I don’t know.”

Encred answered.

“What if you go all the way and still can’t do it? What if there’s nothing left at the end?”
“We’ll just have to go then.”
“Aren’t you scared? Aren’t you anxious?”

Encred suddenly remembered his conversation with the boatman. The words that had urged him to give up until now.
Even the words the knight named Cypress had just spoken felt like a part of him. So it wasn’t difficult to answer. They were words he had repeated countless times, and they were the very standards by which he had lived his life.

“If you give up because you’re scared, anxious, and struggling, what’s left? So just do it. Walk according to your beliefs to achieve what you want. If you can’t walk, crawl, even if it means moving forward.”

Even though I had briefly revealed my will, the light seemed to linger.
The rain, which had been falling steadily, stopped. A ray of sunlight fell through the thick clouds.
It was lemon-colored sunlight, blending with the white light emitted by Audin and Teresa. A warm light spread in all directions. It reflected off Temares’s hair, brushed past Rem’s expressionless face, his discontent gone. It touched the lips of Shinar, whose corners were barely visible, and lingered around the soldiers.
None of the watching soldiers spoke easily. Silence fell. Even the pitter-patter of the rain faded away. Beneath the lemon-colored sunlight, Cypress reached out a hand.

“Welcome.”

Encred took her hand.
He had hoped this day would come. It was a moment he had dreamed of, a hope, someday in the past.

‘Keeping the Cypress Lord at your side and guarding your back.’

Heehee.

Above the clearing sky, a winged horse soared through the air.
A few soldiers, startled by the sight, aimed their weapons at the sky. Only then did the soldiers speak, and a commotion erupted.

“Griffon?”
“No, it’s a horse.”
“Is it a winged horse now?”
“Bring me the crossbow!”

While Inggis was trying to stop them, Encred spoke.

“We are friends.”
“Do you take winged horses as friends?”

Cypress glanced at the sky and asked.

“Yes, it just so happened.”
“Yeah.”

The Suin and the Western savages were formidable. They had endured enough on their way here.

“He is my comrade. All knights must treat him with courtesy.”

Cypress said with a smile. At those words, the knight of the Order, who had been glaring fiercely at Rem, lowered his head.

“Excuse me. This is Knight Ferdinand.”

The attitude changed in an instant. Rem narrowed her eyes. Still, the opponent remained the same. There was no sign of hostility. Through the gap, Ragna spoke.

“Are we going to eat some boiled food now? I wish we had a field cook.”

Rem said after hearing Ragna’s words.

“I’m Rem, and that guy is a carnivore.”

Naturally, it was the beginning of a commotion. The Knights of the Red Cloak were the ones whose momentum shifted at Cypress’s word.
The Mad Knights.

“Stop it, the fight will come later.”

Encred stopped the fight before it even started.

“What do you mean those two became totems here?”

Rem asked about Audyn’s situation, his ears twitching.

“It’s not a totem, it’s a sacred object, brother. If you don’t need the ear, take it off.”

When Audin heard that, he greeted him and asked if he was well.

“You’re just a bunch of idiots from the West. Dealing with them will only cause you trouble.”

Ragnar added.

“The rain has stopped. It’s finally starting to feel a bit like rain. By the way, who built this fort? When is the commanding officer’s meeting?”

This is what Luagarne says, completely ignoring everyone around her. They’ll fight anyway, even if you try to stop them, and they’ll fight anyway if you let them. So, they just do their own thing.

“Iza is my fiancé.”

Meanwhile, Shinar raised his voice in an unusual way for a fairy.

“Confused, confused. What are these? Have the monsters transformed?” I thought.

Temares reads the minds of some soldiers and tells them.

“ha ha ha.”

Cyprus burst into laughter at the sight of it all. There was no embarrassment. He was a different kind of person.