Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 862

862. The Child Made of Fire and the Flying Horse

A horse, fluttering its wings in the sky, descended to the ground. The winged horse, haloed in the clearing sky, glowed with light. Meanwhile, Audin gestured to the air, signaling his understanding. The crowd of soldiers, now transformed into a fanatic cult, unanimously shouted.

“Oh, the divine beast!”
“The divine horse, the heavenly horse!”
“It’s Pegasus!”

In reality, he was just having fun, but to some, he truly looked like a divine being descended from the heavens. Looking at the objective facts, it wasn’t wrong. As soon
as he realized they weren’t enemies, his attitude changed. The holy light descended, and the lemon-colored sunlight shone through, piercing the gray gloom that had settled over the camp.

Heehee.

The stray bird, descending, stood beside Encred, obediently folding its wings against his back. With some kind of skill, it folded its wings, giving the impression of being wrapped in a thick blanket. Without a close look, it was difficult to discern that they were wings.
The feathers were similar in color to the bird’s skin, and the feathers were different from those of a normal bird. They were firmer and more durable. Could this be the feathers that came from a horse’s body
? How did the stray bird grow wings?
A considerable amount of time had passed since I first saw it. Even without a strong interest, I had plenty of time to think.

‘First, he was born different.’

The fundamental reason he overcame the demonic blood was his own will, but the one-eyed one inherited the blood of Pegasus. He was the blood of the legendary divine beast. It’s hard to believe that bloodline didn’t have an influence.

‘So, the body of a divine beast is mixed with the blood of a demon?’

Second reason.

‘I ate something weird back then.’

To be precise, it wasn’t anything strange. It was sacred spring water. It was a gift from Viscount Harrison, who lived south of the Border Guard. One-Eyed had snatched it up.
Afterward, a bruise appeared on his back. One-Eyed, who had never shown any appetite, had never coveted anything from anyone. He had never asked for anything, not even a cozy bed or a place to run freely. But now he had pounced on it and eaten it.
Encred thought of both reasons, but he wasn’t particularly surprised and didn’t question Rem for drinking the sacred spring water.
If he had, he would have done so when he first drank it.
In conclusion, was there a problem with One-Eyed sprouting wings on his back? No.
Encred wouldn’t have been surprised if horns suddenly sprouted on Rem’s forehead.

“Yeah, I thought he was originally a demon.”

He was confident he could say that and let it slide.
While Cypress, the knight with half-gray hair, smiled instead of being surprised, his squire, who was also his servant, approached and whispered something in his ear.
The fact that Encred, who was standing right in front of him, couldn’t hear it either, proved that the squire and servant routinely whispered to his knight.
Sir Cypress’s eyes sparkled as he listened. His gaze was fixed not on Encred but on the one-eyed man.
His eyes were so bright that anyone could see them as being extremely burdensome.
Why was there such will in them?

Hehe.

The raccoon reacted to those eyes. It looked as if it was about to bite or kick him with its front paw.

“woah.”

As Encred stroked the lop-eyed mane to stop him, the lop-eyed man leaned forward and slapped Encred in the side, as if pushing him. It was a sign of defiance.

“Am I a kid?”

Temares, standing beside him, read his mind and relayed it to him.
Cypress, who had sent him a burdensome look, returned to his own eyes and spoke, closing his eyes.

“Does your friend carry people?”
“He does.”

To be exact, it only burns itself, but it does burn.

“Please lend it to me for a day, no, just two days.”

The eagle-eyed owl, understanding human speech, made its intentions known first. It shook its head from side to side, accompanied by a purring sound. Even to those who didn’t know, the nod was clear.

“Do you understand what I’m saying? You don’t even need to ask. You understand.”

Cypress looked at the idiot and asked and answered to himself.

“We even joke around.”
“That’s surprising. I think you’ve rejected it now, am I right?”
“Yes, you are.”

It was a question of confirmation and a definitive answer. The squire speaking beside him darkened. Encred’s gaze turned to her.
She had short hair and pretty, round eyes. Her face was naturally round, with a harmonious, closely spaced nose and mouth. Her hair was a lustrous brown, the color of maple syrup.
Just looking at her appearance.

‘Should I say it’s no less than a fairy?’

What she excelled at over Sinar was her colorful expressions, but what she lacked was her unassuming beauty.
Had she been in the capital, she would have been a more famous lady than Kin Baisar.

‘A beauty whose scars actually seem like an advantage.’

A zigzag scar, about a fingertip’s length, ran across her forehead, but it didn’t look unsightly. It seemed
like a fitting piece of jewelry. Even if she had a tattoo, it would still be the same.
She’s beautiful.

“What do you see? What do you see in those eyes?”

It was easy for the fairy to read Encred’s gaze. She was always watching.
Shinar asked from beside her. He felt her breath as she pressed her face against his. It was a breath with the scent of the forest and rain-soaked grass.

“Is it because of the griffon?”

Encred possessed the wisdom to remain silent when faced with a disadvantage. This was something he had already excelled at even before today.
Even if he lacked talent with the sword, wasn’t he naturally gifted with a gift for
words? Part of that gift was the ability to deflect. Randomly changing the subject wouldn’t work, but by delving into the core of the matter like this, the answer would naturally emerge.

“Have you heard already?”

Cypress nodded. I’d heard it was quite a headache, but his demeanor was calm.
Even if he were told he’d die tomorrow morning, wouldn’t he still nod?
That kind of composure was evident in the knight named Cypress. It was a little disconcerting to see nothing different.

“I heard it coming and going.”

Krang nodded beside him. He had said it, and so had his old friend Bunyan. Encred turned his gaze, and the squire looked at him, then looked away. Their gaze only briefly passed, but Encred read several emotions in her eyes. They
were troubled, yet hinted at hope.

“Fiance, even exchanging glances?”

Shinar spoke from beside me. His tone was forced, trying to convey surprise. It was a crucial point, but the fairy didn’t listen. She hadn’t missed what I was watching. Her concentration was astonishing. Her swordsmanship has improved recently, and so has her focus.

“It’s not that we’re exchanging glances, but it seems like the squire over there is the one using his head.”

Encred answered calmly. Whatever Shinar said, he just had to do his job.
To be honest, he’d never been dazzled by a woman, so he wasn’t tempted by the squire’s appearance.
If he had fallen for looks—or rather, for looks alone—he would have long ago fallen for the Golden Witch or the Black Flower Witch.
Even if he were on par with fairies, their mystique was hard to replicate.
The Golden Witch’s uncanny beauty was a spell that drew the attention of the surrounding soldiers just by walking.
Even when she arrived here, many couldn’t take their eyes off her.
Shinar knew that. Encred wasn’t someone who would be distracted by appearances.
She just kept cracking jokes. Of course, her current conversation was sincere, indicating her wariness toward that woman.
Perhaps it was truly a fairy’s way of distorting the truth.

“Don’t forget the child between us.”
“……Are you now lying?”

Hwaruk.

Shinar said, showing the flame lizard in his hand.

“Look at our child here. The evidence is so clear.”

It wasn’t a child, it was a fire lizard, a fiery monster that once terrified the entire continent, and now a spirit that resided in the fairy city.
Shinar didn’t go through the process of conception and birth, but he took the spirit he had created by finishing Encred’s work as his own child.
It was an extreme distortion of the truth.
He even swore an oath with the determination and vow to protect it as if it were his own child. It was hard to see it as a lie.
How clever was her speech? She referred to it as a child they “existed” rather than a child born between them.
Those who had listened to her jokes and distorted techniques for a long time would understand, but those who were experiencing this kind of fairy for the first time would be bewildered, but Encred didn’t go on about clearing up the misunderstanding. What was the point?

“That’s not it.”

Instead, he spoke firmly to everyone and then returned to the original story.

“I heard that they drop scrolls from the sky and throw rocks and such.”

I heard a detailed explanation from Bunyan. I’d never seen a Griffin Rider when the rain was falling in Krangdo.

“A child made of fire and a horse that flies in the sky. Are you really human?”

Cypress muttered.

“That’s not it.”

Encred denied it again, looking at his opponent. Cypress’s eyes curved gently. Was he teasing? He was.

“Yeah, what does that matter?”

Cypress smiled and returned to the original topic.

“I was being treated so badly.”

He spoke with a calm demeanor. A duet of composure and frankness, perhaps.
Looking at him like this, one could almost question whether he was truly the kingdom’s strongest knight. His
competitive spirit was uneasy. However, if he were to fight now, he didn’t seem like he would lose. He was a strange person. Like a lake, like the wind, like something harmless.
Even Inggis would glance at the fairy’s face and then look back, but he didn’t even bother to look at Shinar’s face.
Since meeting him, his gaze has lingered on three places:
one at Encrid, two at Krang, and three at One Eye.

“Well, I guess it will work out somehow, but I won’t be burning Sir Cypress.”

Encred spoke.
One-Eyed was not just a horseman. Calling him a friend wasn’t an
exaggeration. Encred wasn’t a man of two minds. He spoke his mind and his words. Encred respected the wishes of his friend One-Eyed. If One-Eyed didn’t like him, then he didn’t.
Cypress understood that. The man before him had accomplished everything, his accomplishments, his fame, and even the nicknames that came with it.
He had heard it all, and even received a brief report.
Even if only half of what he said was true, he was a rare individual, and he seemed to be more than the rumors.

“It’s not for nothing that they call him crazy.”

Cypress said with a smile. Encrid was curious, but he didn’t intend to keep his curiosity to himself.

“Is it true that you are the strongest in the kingdom?”

The question was sharp, pointed, and challenging, piercing to the core.
Asking if it was true was tantamount to asking if he would prove it if the answer was yes.
It was a question Cypress hadn’t heard in nearly twenty years, but Encred couldn’t help but ask.
After all, hadn’t he been expecting something all along?

‘A duel with the strongest in the kingdom.’

It’s hard to find something more fun than this. But the person I met didn’t show any signs of it.
That’s what makes it fun, and that’s why I’m excited, and that’s why I’m asking. I
don’t believe what I see is everything
. I want to see the sharpness hidden between the composure and composure.

“Yeah. Aren’t you a little discouraged?”

Rem interjected. We’d already shared the momentum once, but Cypress hadn’t displayed even the aura of a knight.
Instead of aggression, he only showed curiosity and bewilderment.

“What’s worse than my face, Captain? I tripped over it.”

Rem added.
Luagarne didn’t expect to say these words herself, but she felt compelled to respond.

“You have no conscience.”

It was rare for Prock to speak of the heart. Rem had accomplished another feat today.

“Anyway.”

Rem paused and stared at Cypress. No, it was more like a glare.
He looked like someone who wouldn’t resist even if you swung an axe at him, and would offer his neck.
He had been on the southern front all this time. A few scars were visible here and there on his face, but his expression was gentle.
Even to a knight’s gaze, and even to Encred, who had trained his senses, that meant he appeared gentle. His posture, his demeanor, his temperament, his momentum—everything about him displayed that “gentleness.”

“That’s right. It’s like a dull knife.”

Encred answered. The atmosphere was settling. The desire to fight was on the verge of boiling within the sacred purification.

“The strongest in the kingdom? That title was long ago handed over to Lord Lien.”

Cypress spoke with a kind, old man-next-door smile. ”
The Guardian of the Southern Front,” Cypress’s nickname.
The man before me was also known as the Knight who could accomplish anything.

“It’s still the same, Kyung-eun.”

Krang said.

“When a person changes, he dies, Your Majesty.”

Encred seemed to know one thing from what he saw and heard.

‘A person who knows how to lead the atmosphere.’

Could this be the virtue of a leader of the Knights?
And there was something to be learned from watching Cypress.
In truth, I hadn’t really rushed in to fight, so I had no intention of doing anything more.
I simply observed and learned something, and I was simply reflecting on it.