Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 875

875. Swallowing Terrain

“Pegasus!”
“Oh!”

The name of the friend who flaps his wings and enjoys the cheers of the soldiers is Iknun.

“Aurelia.”

Cyprus’s judgment was swift. He summoned Aurelia and asked her to bring him simple snacks and supplies for his flight. It was a clear-headed judgment befitting someone who had led the Knights for so long.

“What do you need?”

Of course, Aurelia didn’t know what she needed to fly on horseback.

“Think about it with that good head of yours.”
“First, I’ll cork the water bottle and fill it with water.”

Essentially, they were like messengers carrying urgent orders. They ate and drank on horseback, timing their rest periods with the horse’s rest. All trained messengers do this.
Encred, being a knight, wouldn’t need separate rest periods. He’d figure that out on his own.

‘The key is to solve the problem of eating and drinking.’

Knights eat like giants. They devour the rations of ten soldiers. So they had to carry dry rations of fatty, nutritious foods like seasoned jerky. And they had to eat them while flying in the wind.

‘Cut into small pieces for easy eating.’

Aurelia found herself in an unsuitable position as a cook. She imagined tearing jerky into lengths longer than her fingers and forming them into sticks.
Seeing Encred about to leave, Cinnar quietly handed him a pouch. Elves eat less than humans, but a knight, even a fairy, must eat well.
The pouch she handed her was a testament to the wisdom of a fairy who doesn’t eat meat. It contained sixteen round, bite-sized pieces:
pine nuts, walnuts, raisins, dried figs, and pitted jujubes, sliced ​​thinly and mixed with honey. It provided ample nutrition even without meat.

“It is called the fruit of life.”

It doesn’t actually grow on a tree, but rather is prepared using a secret recipe from the fairies, and it does look like fruit. The name is simply what the fairies give it, after all, it contains their secret recipe.

“Thank you.”
“It will be delicious. Very delicious. My sincerity is in it.”
“Did you use poison?”
“You’ve become a joke, fiancé.”

It may have been intentional, but it was a conversation right next to Aurelia. Sinar nodded and spoke immediately.

“Yes, he is my fiancé.”

Encred didn’t bother correcting him. If he said another word, the fairy would probably throw in an even louder joke.
Instead, Encred chose his own words and blurted them out.

“I hope you feed him well, Squire.”

“It’s directed at Aurelia.” A squire of rare beauty, her grandfather the kingdom’s greatest knight, stared intently at Encred and asked.

“……You?”

He was so flustered that he even forgot how to address his superiors. Encred was even more impressive. He didn’t show any signs of panic.

“Opposite eyes.”

After flying around excitedly, I came back and pointed to the eagle standing next to me.

“Oh, horse. Yes, sir.”

Encred observed her stiff demeanor. He could see some improvements. They were obvious, even without much thought. Furthermore, the insight he had gained from handling numerous knights played a part.
Changing his training methods would yield even better results. Of course, it wasn’t something he could immediately address.

‘Aurelia.’

Encred saw a problem that even Rem and Ragna couldn’t see.
It was a discerning eye, born from climbing the mountain from the ground up, not from the ground, but from the ground itself, inspecting each peak and even examining the grain of the wood.

‘Talent, hard work, everything.’

Instead, it’s rigid.
Cypress always forces her granddaughter to think flexibly. The Knight Commander, who leads the red cloak, also has extensive experience raising several knights himself. He knows the answer.
However, his methods vary in effectiveness depending on the recipient. In the case of Aurelia personally, it would take a long time for his intentions to be conveyed. Encred wasn’t like that.

‘I’ll show you the way.’

If we’re just talking about training methods, leaving aside skill, there weren’t many people who could compare to Encred.

“Let’s talk when you get back.”

To sum it all up.

“Leaving me behind?”

Sinar kept joking.

“Let’s watch it together. The fairy’s training method will also be effective.”

Aurelia nodded in agreement.
With all preparations complete, Encred climbed onto the back of the unicorn after the sun had tilted sharply to one side. Perhaps it was only natural that the unicorn was brimming with energy.

Heeeeeeeee!

The sound of the tumble was refreshing and powerful—the thump-thump of his feet.
He had fought a fierce battle this afternoon as a warhorse, and even in the skies, yet he showed no signs of fatigue.
It was the same for humans and horses alike. Encred’s face was clear, not a drop of oily residue. He had even washed thoroughly.

“Then I’ll be back.”

His attitude was casual, as if he were just returning from a short drink. Temares considered ways to accompany them, but no matter how much tolerance he had, he couldn’t keep up with Pegasus’s speed.

“Don’t wait.”

He had a clear course of action: to watch Encred. He had no qualms about falling to the side of the singularity, even if it was inevitable. He had no such feelings, and he wouldn’t show them. He was a mercenary. He
showed interest in Encred, but he assumed it was only because he was gone, and he simply moved on to his next target.
If it weren’t for Encred, he would have already entered the Demon Realm, killing or avoiding any monsters he saw, and pursuing the one who had interfered with his duties.
No one knew about such intimacy.

“There may be more than one article.”

Krang said. The enemy’s strength had never been observed. It was difficult to determine the number of knights just by looking at them. How could they have spotted someone with sharper eyes and ears than the scouts before they left?
Even if the scouts flew far and wide, they could only confirm the approximate size of the army.
Even if they had been lucky enough to observe the knights, there was no way to hear about it now. The wizard’s crystal ball could transmit messages from afar, but it was a device subject to certain conditions. It wasn’t something that allowed them to chat leisurely in the middle of a battlefield.
That’s why they constantly sent out crows for messengers and even received messages from Marcus.

-I’m ready. I’ll win and join you.

Was the fate of the nation at stake in Marcus’s battle? No. Even if Lichenstätten’s army continued its march toward the capital, he was prepared. All of this was simply following the king’s will. Despite facing a predestined disaster, Marcus expressed joy. He even declared that his choice was not wrong. His words, however, proved his life, his convictions, and his values.

“If I sacrifice one person to protect thousands of people in the kingdom, wouldn’t that be mutually beneficial?”

My father died in his bed, but he said he had no such hope.

“If you meet Enki, tell him what I said. This is how to fight without a knight.”

Krang relayed those words. And Encred intended to go and see for himself.
The sun set, casting a long shadow. The left side of Encred’s face turned orange.
His cloak stretched in the cool air, reaching down to his calf. Encred pulled it open in front of him and fastened the clasp. The temperature had dropped, so he was preparing for the cold. It
was cold above. It would only get colder if he moved for a long time.
Dusk, the hour when the sun that had illuminated the day died. The dim light signaled that his death was still in abeyance. It was okay to be dead. His death was temporary. Tomorrow, he would rise again and light the world once more.

“then.”

Warm.

The unicorn raced again along the path that cut through the middle of the previously built fort. As the sun accelerated and set, the light dimmed. Through the dim light, the unicorn soared into the sky.
Encred felt his guts sink, held his breath, and clenched his teeth. After a few rides, he got the hang of it.

“Hey, bring me something to play with!”

A mad savage shouted from below. Looking down, I saw Ragna and his weapon engaged in a friendly conversation.

“You’ve had enough fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Well, didn’t Ragnar say something like that? I didn’t hear it, but it was easy to guess.
With a distracting thought, Encred flew. There were no clouds. As he soared into the sky, the sky seemed to be filled with the sunset setting over the distant mountain ridge.
The one-eyed man flapped his wings a few times, as if excited by something, and soon caught the wind. From then on, it wasn’t as difficult as he’d thought.
The wind was hitting his face, making it difficult to straighten his back, but it was a more comfortable journey than he’d expected.
Encred hunched forward as if charging atop a galloping horse, and continued flying prone. He couldn’t straighten his back even once until he reached his destination.

* * *

Lichenstätten, using griffons to the south, caught the Red-cloaked Knights off guard. He exploited their weakness: their inability to abandon their forces.
Meanwhile, the main force, including the knights, split into two and made a bypass.
It was difficult to predict all of this from within Naurilia. Even the immediate prediction of Lichenstätten’s course of action failed.
The reason, he argued, was Balrog’s absence.

‘There is no Balok.’

The Grand Emperor was initially suspicious. Could it be some wandering monster? While he watched, his suspicions unwavering, the demon of the Demonic Realm spoke, swearing it was true. Balrog was dead.
It was the name that had oppressed one side of Lichenstätten. Its very existence was a deterrent.
He had killed everything that entered the area I had designated, and that area bordered Lichenstätten and Naurilia.
More precisely, it was closer to Lichenstätten than to Naurilia. One easy route of movement had been blocked.
Of course, from Naurilia’s perspective, this was puzzling. That route, after all, was through the Demonic Realm.
It was only possible because the Grand Emperor had made a pact with the Demonic Realm.
For this reason, Balrog’s death gave Lichenstätten a breath of fresh air.
Of course, neither Encred nor anyone else knew, but Balrog’s death itself was the impetus for the south to take action.

‘The road is open.’

The Emperor divided his forces into four main groups. He himself was at the center of one, the Central Army.
Another group comprised four legions of Griffon Riders and Amethyst Knights. They were to restrain the Red Cloak Knights.
The remaining two legions each had their own objectives. One legion headed to Nauril.
The other, bypassing the other, rode along the road Naurilia had paved. The road’s end was a newly-proclaimed city.

“Where did you say we were going?”
“Border Guard.”

This was a conversation between a commander and a knight. Naturally, Lichenstein knew of the existence of the Mad Knights. It was hard not to know. They had
been so noisy.
They had ended the civil war, eradicated the cults that had taken root on the continent, and crushed several bandits. He had even heard of their activities in the city of Oara.
If he knew, it would be right to prepare. It was only natural. The Emperor added a simple logic to this.

What should be done to disperse the united force?

All you had to do was raid their base. A simple but effective tactic.
Capturing, destroying, and pillaging the capital city of Nauril and the two cities of Border Guard would demolish enemy morale and disrupt supplies.
The Emperor envisioned encircling the entire nation of Naurilia with his army.

‘There’s no need to fight for long.’

The Emperor’s judgment was similar to Krang’s. However, perhaps due to differences in their caliber, one side boldly revealed itself and shouted for a charge, while the other attempted to force a simultaneous battle by invading the enemy’s base.
This point was overlooked by the Emperor. He, too, failed to anticipate Krang’s intentions.

* * *

Marcus Weisser knew the dangers of the South from a young age.

“If you asked me to name the most dangerous swords that threaten us, I would choose them.”

His father had taught him so, and it was only natural that he had studied history, born into a noble family that didn’t have to work to survive.
Marcus’s father had observed and observed the actions of the South for over a decade.
Marcus then used that information to predict where they would come if they fought against his allies, and he even drew a picture of how they would fight if war broke out.
He had continued to do so from childhood until he became an adult. Perhaps his father’s brainwashing had paid off.
Marcus had a habit of pondering how the fight against the South would be waged.

“Simply praying for the enemy to come where I want them to is a weak strategy. Blocking off all directions because you don’t know where the enemy is coming from is a heavy strategy.”

Those were the words of Christ of the Mad Knights. He learned a great deal from hanging out with that kid.
Perhaps Marcus learned something from Encred. His attentive listening and eagerness to learn influenced him as well.

“What is the best policy?”

He learned from the reckless salon entrepreneur named Kreis, promising to invest in some of his business. Kreis eagerly embraced Marcus’s habits.

“It’s about inducing. It’s about luring and enticing.”

If Lichenstein advances, what will they do? Where will they come from?
We can’t prepare for everything, so it’s best to concentrate our forces in one place and guide them.

‘It’s better if you keep all of that from the enemy.’

Marcus had reached enlightenment, and after becoming a member of the royal family, he embezzled some of the military funds, hired woodcutters, and brought in architects.
For the past few years, the core of Marcus’s work has been to reshape the landscape. He has dug into the ground, rolled rocks, and carved hills from the earth. All of this was in preparation for the present.

“Baysar’s secret, swallowing the terrain.”

Marcus muttered. It was a skill he’d spent years investing in, and this was how ordinary soldiers fought.