Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 890

890. Pretty, beautiful and true

“why?”

Esther turned her head slightly and asked Christ. The short, sharp question meant, “Why are you here?”

“I didn’t come here to fight with a sword.”

Chrys spoke quickly and gestured. Nurat came out beside him, along with Seiki, Finn, and the ten swordsmen Ragna had trained.
They weren’t alone. All the soldiers who stood out for their skills had arrived. Their numbers exceeded thirty.

“My name is Marco. Hey, you guys, stop being so brazen. Just because I’m a sergeant doesn’t mean I’m immune to the sword.”

Bang! Duuung.

Marco kicked the hanging spear blade forward, aimed it, and spoke. The spearhead and shaft shook and then stopped. The spearhead was straight, and his stance was even. It was a posture imbued with the will to not be swept away even by the rushing current.
Was the soldier who had identified himself as Marco the only one like this?

“Our city has two prides. One is the Golden Witch, and the other is the Black Flower. Now, blood is flowing from that flower. For that alone, you have committed a mortal sin.”

A female squire with short hair. She belonged to the Mad Knights, the only squire of the order, and her name was Clemen.
She truly loved this city. She also admired its defenders.
Everyone, including Encred, were her admirers, and being their squire was her pride.
Blood flowed from the corner of that black flower’s mouth. Clemen felt as if she were seeing someone who had spat on her idol.
Anger surged through her. Yet, strangely, despite her anger, her heart remained as calm as a ripple-free lake, as calm as the sand settled deep in a river.

“My name is Clemen, a squire of the Mad Knights. I will train all six of you from head to toe.”

She felt two emotions, hot and cold, simultaneously crossing her mind. Suddenly, memories of the past flashed through her mind.

‘Falling Clemen.’

It was embarrassing yet joyful.
A contradiction, two overlapping emotions. As those emotions intersected, Clemen opened the door to a new world.

‘will.’

The reason her calm and anger coexist is because her will is unparalleled.
A squire who had endured frantic training had now risen to the rank of junior knight.
She had been in the hands of the entire order. While not all her time with them could be described as entirely enjoyable, her heart was filled with gratitude for the fulfillment of those times.

“Come at me, you stupid kids.”

Clemen spoke and raised her head. She was gathering something she’d just realized. She was ready to fight. A
group of soldiers had swarmed to one side and were taking up positions. Those standing on the hill could see them all.

“Martaiiiii-! Garrisoneeeeee! Dochaaaaaaaaaa!”

This is what the captain of the garrison, raised by the author, the lord of Martha and former captain of the border garrison, shouts before them.
They are all armed with crossbows and short swords.

“The Pen-Hanil Rangers are also ready.”

This is what the messenger Finn sent behind Chrys said. The Rangers will have taken up position behind the group of knights. Even their constant firing of bolts will be quite irritating.
Finally, even Nurat speaks up.

“Did we look easy?”

Esther stared at Christ.

“Did you think I would just leave it to you and watch quietly?”

Esther chuckled at Christ’s words.
“Yeah, they weren’t like that. Not just Encred, but all of them.”

* * *

At the same time, Abnayer was already attacking a battalion of Border Guard troops trying to escape the swamp.
No, he didn’t even engage in a full-scale battle, just bringing in archers and feeding them arrows. That alone was enough to inflict a near-annihilation.
The unit was already half-ruined by the fog and swamp. Their formations had collapsed, and some were hallucinating, killing each other.
Witnessing the chaos, Abnayer brought his archers close to the enemy. If the enemy were still intact, a single infantry charge, armed with both legs, would be enough to crush them. But of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Abnayer’s tactical acumen was exceptional. He immediately chose and deployed the most advantageous tactic upon assessing the enemy’s condition.
Those who could block a direct arrow from close range would easily hear the sound of a monster.
Squires and knights were usually the norm. Naturally, such men were rare in the current enemy force.
The Yellow Flag Unit couldn’t even put up a proper rebellion.

“Ouch! Chew!”
“Arrow!”
“It’s an arrow!”
“Stop it!”

Blood splattered across the ground from fallen enemy soldiers.
The Border Guard units had never fought properly. But this one incident alone would prove their mettle.
Abnayer admired the units, moving organically like their own limbs. It was a sight that left him in awe.

‘Even if the infantry charged.’

It would have been meaningless. Those who somehow managed to break through the hail of arrows were impaled on spears or killed by flying throwing knives.
These were the Border Guard standing troops, those who had endured the training of the Mad Knights.

* * *

“Kill them all, the wizard will definitely be finished.”

Regardless of whether their rears were razed or not, the six enemy knights held a formidable spirit. They weren’t easily broken.
They would fight to the death. They would fight even in hell. That was the spirit of the South.
Aside from Graham, Nurat, and Clemen, several others stood out. Their strength was unwavering. The battle was one-sided.
One enemy knight, unable to withstand the ranger unit’s arrows, turned back. Before the two could charge, Seiki joined the ranger unit.
She
possessed divine powers worthy of being called a saint, and while she had no hobbies, she had trained to a certain level of strength.
Perhaps slightly inferior to a knight,
she was more than enough to defeat a knight. Her innate divinity more than made up for her shortcomings.
Soldier Marco’s spear displayed his honed skill, Clemen held his own against two knights alone, and Graham killed one.
He himself had a hole in his shoulder, but he still won.
The archers he had trained himself were called snipers. They fired arrows whenever they saw an opening.
He had been defeated by the falcons on the previous battlefield.
This unit was raised in memory of that time. Arrows are one of the most powerful projectile weapons humans possess. Their power is clearly demonstrated.
Are they the end?

“If it was wrong, I would have intervened.”

Ouch.

The tobacco-smoking tree giant spoke. Among him and the elves of the city of Kirhais, at least three had reached the level of a sergeant.
Saxon knew Kreis, so he wasn’t overly concerned. However, the fewer variables, the better, so he sent Encred.
Just as Encred descended from the cross-eyed, only one of the six sergeants remained.
Encred landed on the head of the remaining enemy sergeant. It was a creature armed with a double-edged spear. He extended his spear at Encred. The fact that he could react to an attack falling from above was enough to praise his skill.
Of course, that praise would be earned after crossing the Gates of Heaven or the River of Hell.
As he descended, Encred struck the tip of the double-edged spear with his sword, pushing it to the side.
His skill was so precise and skillful that his opponent, even with his own spear blades pushed back, was unable to make a meaningful follow-up move.
Encred’s knee struck the sergeant’s head.

Boom, bang.

The cervical vertebrae snapped, the veins flaring in his neck, and his head snapped at an abnormal angle. Blood flowed from every orifice on his face, and blood spurted from the broken cervical vertebrae that had pierced his skin. Encred fell.

“Esther?”

He asked while kneeling on one knee.

“It’s too late. You’re pretty, beautiful, and kind.”
“……That’s a strange title.”

It was a strange joke, perhaps influenced by Sinar. She was safe. Encrid also looked at those gathered around her.

“Huh? How did you get here?”

Christ asked, looking up. No further questions were needed. The wing-waving, eccentric gaze was looking down from above.

* * *

“It’s the enemy.”

The news came suddenly. Krang thought his opponent’s response was too quick.

‘already?’

His clever mind kept coming up with ideas.

‘They were advancing before I could even say I was here.’

“The Emperor’s flag. The main force of Lichenstein has arrived.”

While Encred was away on horseback, the main force of the Great Emperor appeared. They were in no hurry.
They stretched out to the left and right, filling the field of vision. They were like rain flowing down a gentle slope. They weren’t fast, but they were approaching without a break.
Two masses, having bypassed the cliffs, were approaching and converging on the center.

Phew.

The massive army, approaching with the roar of elephants and the thumping of the ground, was vastly outnumbering our own. It was almost too much to count.
Not a single one of those who witnessed the enemy’s size remained unfazed.
Some commanders frowned, others rubbed their eyes. No matter how high their morale or how much they boasted, they couldn’t overcome the numerical disparity.
This was a move that defied everyone’s expectations. Krang’s plan was disrupted. He had planned to concentrate his troops further here before the Emperor’s army could arrive.
Even so, they were short in numbers, and the enemy arrived before they were even ready. It was like infantry facing cavalry before they could even form a formation. What’s more, they were even fewer in number and poorly equipped.

“Well, it’s time for us to fight. Let’s get ready.”

Still, one person remained unchanged in both speech and attitude. Cyprus spoke in his usual tone and moved at his usual pace.

“Master, there are too many.”

Aurelia spoke. Inggis was already putting on his armor. Lien was probably taking Ferdinand with her to assess the enemy’s advance.

“Then I should try to reduce it diligently.”

Cypress spoke with a smile. If necessary, he would step forward and swing his sword, and if necessary, he would remain at the rear to aid the retreat of his allies. Cypress had hundreds of battlefield experiences, and his accomplishments and exploits would fill volumes.
He was determined to lead the charge and fight.

“Your Majesty, please boost the morale of our troops.”

He also knows how to utilize everything around him. The King’s presence has a profound effect on the morale of his soldiers. The King’s mere presence here, until the very end, will be a source of strength for his troops.
Naturally, Krang wasn’t one to panic and let it go.

“I haven’t forgotten what I had to do.”

He also spoke and moved.

“What? The toy came first instead of the captain?”

Perhaps it was a relief. It
was something a gray-haired barbarian had said, feigning some familiarity with Kraang as he walked out.
A former madman would have been complacent about Encred’s absence, but now they were different. It was different.
Even without a leader, a knighthood is still a knighthood. If there’s something to protect and an opponent to fight, they’ll step forward. It was a warning, a twinge of intuition piercing through my body, telling me this wasn’t the time to be complacent.

“Roford, take charge of the army. Fight with the resolve to die if you’re pushed back. Pell, fill the gap in the unit Roford is commanding.”

Luagarne spoke. She, too, was busy. Was it Frock’s trait to be excited by a large-scale battle after so long, or was it her own peculiarity?
There was no need to know, nor could she. She simply did what she had to do. At least she couldn’t let this place crumble to pieces until Encred returned.

“I have no intention of coming forward.”

Temares had already declared and withdrew. He had already paid his fair share, and Encred was not present. So, his attitude was understandable.

“Who will fill the empty seat of the fiancée?”

Sinar composed and sang a song. While his tone was excellent, it wasn’t particularly pleasant to listen to.
Audín and Teresa were still too weak to fight. They maintained their sanctuary to this day.

“Hey, Shinnae, follow me. Let’s go play.”

Rem looked around and said, “With Luagarne out, Rem himself won’t have to think about it.” He called out to Dunbakel.

“My body odor is perfume.”

Dunbakel, despite spouting nonsense, followed Rem’s instructions.
Just before Cypress could step forward, Rem made the move. However, even he hadn’t anticipated this.

“But where did that little rascal go?”

Rem asked. Dunbakel shrugged, and Fel shook his head. Lawford quickly shifted his gaze left and right. He scanned the vast distance, searching for traces, but found nothing.

“It doesn’t seem to be within our base.”
“Where did this kid get lost again? Well, it doesn’t matter if he’s not here.”

Rem said.

* * *

During his walk, Ragnar encountered a group of enemy soldiers. They were three men and a woman on a scouting mission.

“I never thought I’d run into you right here.”

A woman spoke, extending her hand. There was no hesitation in her touch. It was a skill she had mastered countless times.
The thin blade curved, aiming for Ragnar’s nape. At the same time, a man circled behind him, and the last remaining man raised his bow.
They were a harmonious team. They were a combat unit called the “Children of the Great Emperor.” They had set out on a scouting mission, intending to find and dispatch the enemy’s scouting unit.
A simple quarrel, perhaps, but also a preemptive strike?
All three were skilled, far more skilled than the average squire.
They failed to recognize Ragnar’s skill. Their vision was lacking, and they never imagined a knight of this caliber would come here alone. The enemy was outnumbered. When underdogs are outnumbered, isn’t saving your main force fundamental tactic?
Of course, Ragnar didn’t understand such basics.
The sunrise drew three lines. The three lines decapitated three heads. Ragna turned his gaze between the blood spurting out with a “Pwak.”

‘enemy.’

They came upon us suddenly, but it was clear they were enemies. Their momentum, their attitude, their attire. They seemed ready to pounce.
After a moment to gather his thoughts, Ragna took another step. Knowing it was foolish to walk without a landmark, he climbed onto a small hill to gauge his position. At the same time, he saw a large mass and headed toward it.

Phew.

A creature I had never seen before was screaming with its long nose.