A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 416



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416. Farewell

“If there’s something you want to do, do it.”

The Marquis looked at Keane blankly, then said, then immediately turned around and left. Keane stood there for a moment, lost in thought.

The wind blew and dust blew in. Kin didn’t even notice the dust brushing his face.

‘Is this how it is?’

Because my whole body was shaking with surprise.

Gaju was not a person who would go back on his words once he had said them.

As I thought about it, the words and actions of the person who created the current situation shook my heart.

‘Should I at least say thank you?’

To be honest, I wasn’t personally interested in the man named Encred. But that didn’t mean I wanted to be his wife.

He said it was a dream. Keene was more interested in the finished product made by processing the gems than in the actual cutting of the gems.

If you were born into a noble family like the Marquis of Baisar, you should appreciate the finished product rather than getting involved in making or selling it.

So, this was something that was difficult to get permission for. It had to be something closer to a hobby.

But how is the human mind like that?

She loved the job. She loved the opportunity to exercise her power and show her abilities, rather than being an accessory to a man.

However, there are things you will have to give up for that.

I can borrow the family name, but I can no longer live as a direct descendant of the Marquis of Baisar.

Kin wasn’t so foolish as to not even know that.

‘Is it okay to live like this?’

At that time, I noticed a person who was truly living his own way.

His name is Encred. I thought it was only right to express my gratitude.

Because that’s what he said, that’s how things came to a conclusion.

After finishing her thoughts, she took a step towards Encred, who had begun swinging his sword on one side of the training ground. She had barely managed to take a few steps.

“Leave it alone.”

The savage, leaning against one wall, spoke.

“I have something to say… … .”

“Right now, you’re dancing naked next to me… … Ah, you’re a noble. Anyway, no matter what you say next to me, I won’t listen.”

Kin ignored the unpleasant metaphor and looked at Encred.

I saw a man swinging his sword straight at the Marquis, his pupils unfocused and his mouth half-open. He looked like he was on drugs. He was already drunk and absorbed in swordsmanship.

He was a hardcore training fanatic.

‘Isn’t he crazy for nothing?’

Keen turned around. She later told this story to several of her acquaintances. The Marquis of Baisar also pretended to be angry, but he liked the other person’s cheerfulness, so he told this story here and there.

With that, no one in the capital could bother Encred and his party.

The author even refused the advice of the Marquis of Baisar, who had promised him the title of Duke.

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As soon as the Marquis and Kin left, Encred turned his back on them and immediately swung his sword. So he couldn’t delay this fun any longer. Whether anyone was watching or not, whether he was waiting or not, he really couldn’t delay it any longer.

‘Ah, that’s fun.’

Did you feel anything after fighting with Rem, Ragna, and Audin?

No, it’s just broken.

But it was still fun. The whole process of swinging the sword, thinking, and then reproducing it with my body was enjoyable.

There were certain movements that he would do hundreds of times a day. The basics: a head-slash, a horizontal slash, a downward slash, and a thrust. Encred began to repeat them.

I didn’t expect any realization or change from before.

I just did it because it was fun and enjoyable.

After a few days of swinging my sword and passing the time with simple sparring, news arrived that an award ceremony was being held.

“let’s go.”

Encred set out with Rem, Ragnar, Audin, Dunbaker, and Teresa.

He left first because he had something to do and didn’t come with me in the first place.

“Please leave me out.”

Saxony was not the type of person to stand up for a position like this in the first place.

Esther shook her head in a panther-like state. That’s why she ended up taking the rest with her.

The audience room was crowded with nobles.

“The hero of the nation has arrived.”

The attendant spoke from behind, and Krang, sitting on the throne, nodded. Krang looked extremely tired, with dark circles under his eyes.

There were two nobles standing closest: the Marquis of Octo, and Marcus Weisser.

The Marquis of Baisar was one step behind him.

Krang spoke boldly, omitting details such as the order of the ceremony, such as how great the king was and the greatness of his bloodline.

“I apologize for the delay in the event.”

Some nobles sighed upon seeing the very short order of the meal.

He muttered something about the king’s majesty and such, but he kept his mouth shut in front of Krang.

The king who ended the civil war.

A king who won without calling upon his knights.

A king whom the nobles themselves chose to follow.

This is the first event the king has ever held. Do you directly contradict what he did in front of him?

No matter how stupid you are, if you lack political sense to that extent, you should lose your noble status.

Some nobles and commanders were given appropriate rewards, such as krona or a portion of land.

Andrew was also in it. He received lands and gold, and his title was changed. He became Viscount Gardner. He also received other titles similar to those in the capital.

That’s how it’s going.

“I command Marcus Baisar, as Commander-in-Chief… … .”

A monk who also served as a scribe conveyed the king’s will.

“For your distinguished service, I hereby award you the title of Count.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the excited atmosphere cooled down. It was as if someone had poured ice on it.

“What are you saying now?”

The Marquis of Baisar asked with trembling lips.

Marcus Weisser was to inherit the family line. He was to be given the title of Duke for this.

However, by receiving the title of count, he kicked away the line of succession to the family.

Encred knew that all of this was the work of Marcus Weissar.

There was a small commotion, and the Marquis of Baisar looked defeated.

The head of the Baisar family ended up on Krang’s side, but it wasn’t like that from the beginning.

It was only after much weighing that the gold was raised.

Even that choice should have been seen as a gamble, but not to Marcus.

Marquis Baisar glared at Marcus, shook his head, and closed his mouth.

Encred looked at him and thought he looked like a very pissed off old man.

“Your merits are truly great; I hereby bestow upon you the title of Duke.”

Instead of Bysar, the Marquis of Octo became the Duke. He knelt on one knee and bowed his head.

There were those whose names were not called until after everyone had been given their proper compensation.

It was Encred and the Mad Company.

“I want to do the last one myself.”

The king rose from his throne. He took a step forward. At the same time, without looking at anyone around him, he spoke.

“Do you need a title?”

It was like asking the friend who lives next door if he needed firewood.

Encred shook his head slightly and answered, thinking, ‘I guess so.’

“no.”

It was as if the etiquette of the royal palace had been abandoned for the devil’s court, but who could say anything?

Only a few noble children who couldn’t control their expressions frowned.

“I knew it. I left the report open, so you can take whatever you want.”

“thank you.”

“After that, you may return to where you were.”

These were the words Encred had been waiting for the most. However, there were those who had doubts in their eyes.

‘You’re just opening the treasure vault?’

‘Is this right?’

‘What will the hunting dogs do when the hunt is over?’

‘It has to be eaten boiled.’

There were some people muttering nonsense in the meantime, but even if they had heard Krang or Encrid, they wouldn’t have cared at all.

“I’m busy. I believe the gentlemen are busy too. Just because the civil war ended, ‘everyone lived happily ever after’ is not something that even a fairy tale would tell. You know that, right?”

It was natural, since in fairy tales there is no civil war or bloody battlefield.

“So let’s get to work.”

The workaholic king spoke, and the award ceremony ended in an unusually humble manner.

A luncheon banquet was held. There was no alcohol. What’s more, the king did not even attend.

“I am concerned about the king’s majesty.”

Some of the nobles were still concerned about the king’s attitude, but Encred dismissed such concerns.

Haven’t we already seen it at the memorial coronation?

Krang recited the names of the soldiers written on the monument.

Encred then looked into the eyes of the people who had turned towards him.

There was a monk who was quietly praying while looking at it.

There was a mother who shed tears when she saw the new king.

There was also a father and a child.

Some of the nobles who were worthy even knelt down after the coronation, swearing their true allegiance.

Even without a halo or grand festivities, the coronation in the heart of the capital made the new king known to everyone.

‘That’s fine.’

Encred moved with a light heart. The rest was up to Krang to take care of.

It was time for him to return to the Border Guard. But before that, he had to stop by the palace to report.

I wondered how many swords could replace Silver.

“Here it is.”

Even Rem and Ragna secretly showed interest in the palace report.

But it wasn’t what they had imagined. They saw carts moving back and forth without stopping, with the doors wide open.

“Oh, I’m still a little busy.”

It was none other than Marcus himself who was guiding them. He was the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Army, a man who had been given the title of Earl, and who was now the acting ruler of the County of Molsen and the head of the Capital Defense Forces.

“Aren’t you busy?”

“You said you’d stop by here and go right away? Then I have to go now. I don’t have time to leisurely go out to meet you.”

If you’re busy, it doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it.

With that in mind, I went in to see the kingdom’s treasures.

This was really different from what I imagined.

The treasure house was large and largely empty. There were no mountains of gold coins or magic swords hanging from it.

“I’ll just pass by for a moment!”

Meanwhile, a cart carrying several boxes passed by Encred.

The cart-puller was so sweaty and busy working that he didn’t even look at Encred.

Encred looked at the situation and considered the pros and cons. He quickly figured out what was going on.

Rem also noticed, and asked before Encred could say anything.

“Are you making up for the damage from the civil war here?”

Marcus nodded, thinking that even his savage friend wasn’t an ordinary person.

“What about the magic sword?”

Ragnar thought that any weapon that was enchanted or related to magic, had an ego, or even a sword that could spit fire or ice, whatever, and that didn’t lose its sharpness, would suffice.

If it’s a weapon for short-term use, that alone is enough.

“None.”

“why?”

Ragnar’s words were cut short. Marcus did not blame them for their rudeness. What good would it do to ask a madman about something like that?

“I sold them all.”

Ragna didn’t ask any more. What can I do if he doesn’t have it?

‘If there is no sword with a spell.’

Should I put my will into the sword?

The thoughts of a genius tend to be different from others.

Encred looked around. There was nothing better than the longsword he had acquired while going to and from the training grounds.

Because I didn’t even see a sword mixed with Valerian steel.

“I’m done.”

Rem shook her head.

The items that could be called the real treasures of the kingdom were already in the possession of the knights and knightly orders, and the rest were in secret vaults deep within the palace, but they were not items that could be given to anyone.

This is a national treasure.

Krang wanted to tell him to take that, but the staff that the Sunbeam was sleeping on, not the sword or shield, was a national treasure.

It was something Encred neither wanted nor could use.

“Poverty is not a sin.”

These were the words of Audyn, who had no interest in treasure in the first place.

Dunbakel said that his own style was better, so he didn’t choose anything, but he took a pair of shin guards made of the hide of a demon. That was the most useful item. Teresa followed Audyn and shook her head quietly.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Teresa didn’t think she had done anything particularly remarkable on this battlefield.

I also thought that greed was taboo.

“Please tell Krang that I will see him again.”

Encrid said it while he was at it.

“Well, yes. I guess you can call him by his name. The king’s dignity and all, and the king and the hero of the country, the demon slayer, they seem like good friends.”

Marcus spoke without any rigid etiquette. He had a rather free spirit.

All he had to do was act sensibly in public. Marcus didn’t think Encred would be that stupid.

Encred began to move, slowly preparing to return.

I wasn’t expecting a grand send-off. I didn’t have the resources to prepare for one.

Look at the treasure trove as it turns.

‘Is it fortunate that the country doesn’t perish?’

No, they would have opened the national treasury to prevent it from going bankrupt.

It was okay if I didn’t receive anything at the award ceremony.

Because I didn’t come here expecting anything.

After collecting the eye patch and walking around the outskirts of the capital, a group of royal guards blocked the road.

The captain wearing a gray helmet took a step forward.

‘Is this a sparring match?’

Encrid thought as he saw that.

He himself used to feel sad when a skilled person suddenly left. Maybe that person was the same. Encred stepped forward with the intention of accepting him.

The commander of the Royal Guard, removing his gray helmet, knelt on one knee.

“Thanks to you, I opened my eyes, and thanks to you, I am walking correctly and uprightly.”

Speak and show courtesy.

All the royal guards followed him and knelt down in unison.

“For the heroes of our country!”

It couldn’t be called a simple send-off.

Inside was Learvan, who knew Encred from the past.

The unit was reorganized in this direction in recognition of its merits on the battlefield.

“It’s been a while.”

Encred, who was passing by after receiving the greeting, spoke to him. He was one of the few people who took his side. No matter how much time passed, there were people you couldn’t forget.

Rearvan bowed his head.

“I’m embarrassed.”

Learvan spoke, recalling his past self, and Encred passed by, tapping his shoulder.

‘And also for my shining hero.’

As a man with a sword and not a member of the Royal Guard, Learvan swore to himself that if the man Encred called him, he would run to him.

After all his duties were done, he would do so if he wished.

Encred thought that would be the end of the farewell, but it wasn’t.

By the time the capital city gate came into view, half of the capital’s citizens were seen filling the space in front of it.

Just from the noise, it seemed like there were more people there than at the memorial coronation.

“For the heroes of our country!”

The citizens of the capital watched him leave. They came forward as if they had made a promise. Among them was a healer who had lost her son, and Andrew and the practitioners.

I was wondering where to go as soon as the award ceremony was over.

Even though he must have been very busy now that he had received the territory, Andrew came out to see them off.

“I thought you’d go right away.”

Andrew came over and said.

“Because there is nothing left to do.”

“There must be something else to see, right?”

“Come play.”

“yes.”

As I was exchanging brief greetings with Andrew, Asia and the captain of the South Gate guard approached me.

“Is it going to continue like this?”

The captain of the guard spoke, and Asia held out her hand. Encrid took her hand.

“See you later.”

It was a simple greeting. The captain bowed his head, saying that he was grateful.

Asia just shook hands and didn’t really say anything.

Rem, who was listening to all the people of the kingdom cheering, scolded them.

“Please wave your hand.”

Encred waved his hand as he said.

“Demon Slayer!”

“Hero of the nation!”

“Take me!”

Why is it that there is always someone who tells you to have confidence?

Encred thought about it and waved his hand.

The cheering grew louder.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Encred’s back was supported by cheers louder than those he had heard on the battlefield. It wasn’t a bad feeling.

“I said you’re a murderer of nobles.”

Encred chuckled as he listened to Rem muttering and left the capital.

Now I really have to go back… … .

“Let’s go together until the middle.”

As we were getting closer to the capital city of Nauril, a few people blocked our path in the middle of the street.

In the lead.

“Aren’t you the king?”

“What does the king do for a living?”

There was a crane.

I thought there wouldn’t be any farewell, but it was really noisy.