A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 412



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412. The civil war was over.

Encred raised his head toward the falling rain.

The rain that fell pitter-patter washed away the blood on my body. It felt like it was enveloping my tired body.

I used to get this feeling sometimes when I slept with Esther in my arms, and it was similar to that time.

‘What did Esther do?’

It seemed so. You could tell from the count’s reaction and the devil’s words.

The rain continued without stopping, instead of getting heavier.

The rainwater pooled on the ground, washing away the blood and forming a light stream.

He broke through the ten thousand ghosts and killed the count.

It may sound simple, but it was not something that could be considered simple.

It was worth it. It was a great feat.

Encred took a deep breath as the rain fell and picked up the broken half of the silver.

He moved his creaking body as he looked at the dead body of the count.

Only then did Audin begin to move, having been freed from the paralysis caused by the gold.

“Thank you for your hard work, brother.”

“you also.”

It was a simple conversation. Audyn walked slowly to the dead count. He knelt on one knee, put his hands together, and began to pray.

It is the duty of a priest to pray for the dead.

Even though his life is full of sin, I want to give him a chance to stay by the Lord’s side and reflect.

“I want to stay by your side and be taught by you.”

The god that Audyn believes in enjoys punishing sinners. His teachings are close to beating them up.

The sinner’s reflection will be helped by the fist and feet of the Lord. That’s what it sounded like.

“I hope you find peace there.”

Are you at peace?

Encred listened and thought.

Ragna stood up, staggering for a moment. He didn’t groan or anything, but his body wasn’t normal.

Even that was too much.

The sword was broken, and most of the guards on his body were torn and broken.

Fortunately, there was no one to make fun of Ragnar like that.

Saxon also had a hole in his stomach. Despite this, he had a calm expression on his face. He was seen slowly getting up, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

“It’s finished.”

As he spoke, I felt a bittersweet feeling. It was a rare expression that showed emotion.

Did you want to stab me yourself?

I didn’t know that might be the case.

The rain continued to fall. Encred looked at Rem, who was holding on without getting up.

Rem also looked at Encrid like that.

What are you doing instead of getting up?

Encred asked with his eyes. Rem, who had been thinking for a while, opened her mouth.

“colon.”

“what?”

“I will give you the honor of carrying me.”

It was a complaint that he couldn’t walk on his own two feet.

“You can’t even walk with that?”

Ragnar said, unable to bear it any longer.

“Weak constitution?”

Saxony also added a word.

“I guess you haven’t been training enough.”

Audin’s worries were burning.

“I’m just giving you a chance because I know the captain will be grateful to me.”

Of course, no words could damage Rem’s hard facial skin.

Encred couldn’t understand the whole situation, but he recognized that Rem was the one who was most reckless.

That was the truth.

Even before forming a battle formation, Rem used magic, but it was someone else’s magic that he used at will.

It was said to be one of the most dangerous acts in witchcraft.

Because it was like stealing someone else’s origins and using them.

What Rem did was to transform the totem that the madman of immortality had created for his own use and use it against his will.

Since I wrote it in such a forced manner, it was natural that there would be a backlash.

In addition, he was also assigned to the role of intermediate coordinator at the center of the battle formation. It was a more difficult job than the foundation of Audin.

It was natural for my body to scream.

If she could endure the destruction of her body, she could get up and walk, but Rem didn’t really want to do that.

I also thought that if I did this much, I might as well get carried away.

‘Because it seems fun.’

There was also a desire to recover quickly. I saw Encred’s last sword strike. It was the moment when he cut down the Count.

‘If you recover quickly, you can spar faster.’

Rem, who had become obsessed with Encred, also wanted to share the sword with him.

I will do it properly, with a healthy body. So I will get it.

In contrast to her calm tone, Rem’s eyes were burning brightly. Her determination to somehow carry him seemed to evaporate the raindrops.

“Does my body look okay?”

Encred asked blandly.

“More than me.”

Rem was confident.

What a crazy kid.

But I tried to carry him anyway. Because he was the one who did that much for me.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to carry it myself.

“I’ll carry it.”

When did you come?

Dunbakel and Teresa. There were two of them running while keeping their breathing even.

Among them, Dunbakel came forward.

“Okay.”

Rem didn’t insist. In fact, it didn’t matter who carried it.

Dunbakel carried Rem, and Encred roughly cleaned up the area. The rain continued to fall.

Encred and his party began walking towards the friendly barracks.

The path through the ghosts wasn’t as long as I thought. It seemed like I had come quite far when I went in, but when I returned, it was a short path.

The enemy was quiet, and the friendly forces were even quieter. These are the people who are returning along that quiet path, the path that they had dug with their own hands.

Everyone looked at them.

In fact, Encred and his party didn’t care about what other people thought.

A crane approached him.

I was soaked through with rain, but I didn’t look like a wet rat.

He neither smiled nor was he intoxicated with a sense of victory.

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression. I could only see his pupils shaking. His attitude and expression were calm, but his emotions were not hidden.

* * *

Just before the Count died, the soldiers fought against the ghost soldiers and also fought against the ghost that was trying to take over his body.

I fought and fought and endured and endured.

‘When will it end?’

The limits of physical strength.

‘Maybe it would be better to just die.’

The limits of mental strength.

Physical and mental strength are at their limits, and the ghost soldiers keep coming without any fear.

They attacked without distinction whether they were royal troops or count troops.

The two divided armies fought each other in the face of the waves of ghosts that did not distinguish between friend and foe.

Those who were active also had limits to what they could endure.

Meanwhile, the soldiers saw terrible nightmares and visions.

“Die, die, die, die, die.”

It was neither a nightmare nor an illusion. It was the image of those fighting Count Molsen.

Esther’s spell took effect and intertwined with the Count’s spell, causing strange things to happen.

The eyes of most of the soldiers present were watching Encred’s fight.

Because Marcus saw it too.

‘Win.’

And sent my support.

Asia also clenched her fist when she saw it.

‘I should have been there too!’

But he couldn’t withdraw right away. Even though the shepherd who had rolled in from somewhere was active, if he withdrew, the prince would be in danger.

Unlike Asia, Dunbakel and Teresa ran as soon as they saw the situation. They were the two who had to be there, whether it was to be a meat shield or to suddenly strike the back of the head.

Andrew couldn’t bring himself to move. Esther hadn’t woken up yet, and he figured it was his job to guard this spot.

So I just had to watch.

The soldiers didn’t even have the strength to shout that they were alive.

“Huh.”

Most of the soldiers collapsed, gasping for breath. Even those who had managed to hold on collapsed on the spot.

I didn’t even have the strength to cheer for victory. My body got soaked by the falling rain.

It was fortunate that it rained.

Somehow, it felt like the ghostly energy that had clung to my body was being washed away.

That was true, because that’s what Esther did.

Esther opened her eyes to reality and understood what had happened.

The Count tried to summon the world of spells to this land, but was that possible?

No. It was something that happened because of the devil’s intervention, but in the end, it was a stupid thing to do.

Even if he had succeeded, the crippled wizard would have been possessed and would have repeated the same crippled acts.

For example, they would have done something like making all the citizens of the kingdom into test subjects, like creating chimeras.

He could have done worse than that.

Isn’t that what the devil’s whispers are?

Since she couldn’t destroy each and every spell created with the help of the devil’s power, Esther used most of her magical power to make it rain.

During that process, the Count’s image would have appeared in the soldiers’ minds.

Esther saw it too.

A madman who tried to kill the count and the devil.

Esther felt the need to tell him how dangerous the devil was.

Krang muttered to himself as he watched Encrid fight.

My hands didn’t sweat. I just waited quietly.

There was nothing he could do here.

So you feel helpless?

No. He has his own stage.

The stage now was just a moment for my friend to step up and give it to me.

So all Krang could do was believe and believe again.

‘I believe.’

Faith was not betrayed.

The trust was repaid.

The rain poured down and the ghosts disappeared. Krang stepped between the revived soldiers. Krang walked away without saying a word.

“Master?”

Marcus called him, but he didn’t stop walking. Only after facing Encred, who was returning, did Kraang stop and pause for a moment before opening his mouth.

“Praise be to the hero who saved us.”

The voice was small and soft.

Marcus, who was following behind Krang, agreed with those words.

He wasn’t the only one who agreed.

Asia also limped along and nodded her head in agreement with those words.

Looking at Encred, Krang took a deep breath and braced his stomach.

I guess my voice was too small.

“Praise! For the hero who saved us!”

The voice spread. It was one of Krang’s specialties. It was a shout that burst out with all the strength in his stomach.

“right.”

A soldier raised his head, crying. Raindrops fell and soaked his face.

“Waaaaaaaaa!”

“I’m alive!”

“For the heroes!”

“For the Mad Company!”

Their shouts mixed together and turned into an unintelligible language.

It’s a cry that makes it seem like the raindrops will spread widely in an instant. It’s that hot.

At the center of the fervor, one old commander was unhappy with the unified shouting.

Haven’t you seen it too?

The Count turned into a demon and our hero cut it down.

The commander shouted with all his heart.

“Follow me all the way!”

There were many soldiers following him. Wasn’t he a great man who showed command that allowed him to endure despite the ghosts that came rushing at him?

It’s clear that he’s a hero to them too.

“Demon Slayer!”

Demon slayer.

Spread the word of the devil-slayer’s majesty!

The surrounding soldiers also shouted along with the commander’s words.

“Demon Slayer!”

Their cries quickly spread throughout the surrounding area.

“Demon Slayer!”

“Demon Slayer!”

The rain continued to fall. At first it responded to Esther’s magic, but this was the rain that was supposed to fall.

That is, there was no bright sunlight because there were dark clouds.

And yet everyone saw something shining.

If the one who kills demons, banishes ghosts, and ends wars doesn’t shine, then what does?

“Demon Slayer!”

It was a title that would make even an undead devil grind his sharp fangs in frustration if he heard it.

Encred listened blankly and said.

“I didn’t kill the devil.”

“To be exact, the correct term is noble killer.”

Rem said it based on facts.

“You are the devil’s servant killer, correct?”

Audin also said:

From a religious perspective, the identity of the opponent was clear. From Audin’s perspective, it was clear.

“Do you know?”

Ragnar dismissed the nonsense by calmly stating his opinion.

Saxony was silent as usual.

Dunbakel briefly considered how severe the retaliation would be if he threw Rem, who was on his back, like this, but then changed his mind.

Teresa secretly agreed with Audín.

Only then did Krang show a gentle smile.

They were all worthy of being called heroes, including Encred.

Also, I already knew how crazy these guys were when I came to the capital.

‘They’re all crazy.’

I thought about it with a smile.

Encred nodded calmly. He didn’t read Krang’s thoughts, but he thought he was the most sane.

“Thank you, you crazy bastard.”

That’s why Encred was almost taken aback by what Krang said. Even though the Count died and the demon appeared, Encred was about to rush in right away, but this made it impossible for him not to be taken aback.

Who is the craziest?

“He became a hero who saved his country.”

Krang continued speaking and bowed his head. This was an extreme example of a prince who would become the king of a country.

The surrounding soldiers were all watching.

Encrid was in a state of extreme fatigue.

I didn’t have the spirit to treat him like a prince or anything.

“Okay.”

So I grabbed the prince by the shoulder and helped him up. I did what I had to do. I felt proud of the praise, and the attitude that Krang showed was not bad.

However, one thing must be overlooked.

“Why do you say I’m the craziest?”

Do you have a baby Rem?

Krang burst into laughter at what his friend had said.

“Hahaha, let’s go. Let’s eat, drink, and rest. We can even mess around in the palace!”

Among the cries of the demon slayer, the words “I lived, I won” rang out.

The enemy soldiers, who were part of the Count’s army, quietly threw down their weapons.

The civil war was over.