A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 423



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423. Rem’s Determination

“why?”

The patient was so shocked that his breathing became labored as he spat out words while his eyes inside the hood were shaking like crazy.

The hand I was holding was shaking constantly.

It must be very painful.

“The treatment center is over there.”

Because he looked like an old man, Encred treated him respectfully.

He was a man who was so sick that his head was spinning. At least that’s what it looked like to him.

The shoemaker next to him glared at him fiercely, but the Apostle of the Curse didn’t even notice his gaze.

I was so shocked by the unimaginable that I forgot to breathe.

“why?”

He asked again without realizing it. It was a question that Encred had no idea about.

It felt like I could sense a strange energy coming from the opponent’s body, but it wasn’t particularly threatening.

The Apostle of Curses felt like he was taking a handful of salt and throwing it into the sea.

The curse just dissipated and disappeared into thin air.

What is this? Is this a dream? This doesn’t make sense?

“Is this okay?”

Encred asked again kindly. This man seemed to have some mental problems.

Reddit felt breathless at Encred’s calm attitude.

As the curse did not work, the celestial being that was on my body started having seizures. It was also because I was so surprised that I lost concentration. I was panicking.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Reddit is foaming at the mouth.

“Therapist!”

Encred shouted. As soon as he finished shouting, a large body came flying from behind.

It was Audin. Its body grew bigger as it approached, kicking the ground. If it was an enemy, it was approaching so fast that it would make your stomach churn just by looking at it.

“Brother General.”

He approached and frowned at the sight of the fallen Reddit. It was an expression you don’t often see.

“Oh, he’s dead.”

Encred stopped calling the healer and confirmed that the man had stopped breathing.

Reddit died like that. He was the greatest assassin of the cult, an apostle of the Magical Church who had been killing and killing those who got in his way with curses for over twenty years.

But in this place, only two people were making such guesses.

One of them was, of course, Audin.

‘Lord?’

Audin was also surprised and asked himself. The person who was clearly the one casting the terrible curse was so innocent, yet the person who was actually the target was so innocent.

At first glance, it seemed like nothing had happened to Brother General.

There was also a black panther watching this situation from a few steps away.

As soon as Esther sensed the terrible level of malice, she chased after it and saw its opponent.

‘You’re a natural born sorcerer.’

Esther recognized her opponent, but knew that it wouldn’t work on Encred.

She was a fire witch and a wizard of great talent.

I don’t know what was entangled in Encred’s body, but it shook off the curse on my own body.

So it’s only natural that it doesn’t happen.

A curse is insignificant in the face of a greater curse.

“Krung.”

Esther snorted and turned toward the barracks.

I’ve been working harder than ever to restore the world of spells lately, so I’m really tired.

* * *

The boatman clicked his tongue at the obvious result.

“Tch!”

There are things in this world that you cannot handle if you are not prepared for them, and there are things that you can overcome even if you are not prepared for them.

The latter case was something that could only be achieved through constant study and training.

For example, if you want to dodge an arrow that suddenly flies at you, you must always be prepared for it.

“Isn’t it obvious that you don’t want to get hit by a blind arrow?”

If you listen to Rem, that’s what happened. Didn’t Encred also do some training to avoid Saxon’s dagger within ten steps?

Depending on the time, I sometimes do it and sometimes I don’t, but in any case, I’ve been preparing for it.

So is the current curse also like that?

No, it was neither the former nor the latter.

One thing the boatman knew but Encred didn’t was that curses were meaningless in the face of the larger mass.

The curse of repeating today was more severe than any other curse, including the existence of the boatman.

Also, curses were fundamentally structured to exploit the weaknesses of weak-willed beings.

The reason why the straw doll curse that made people feel pain from afar worked on some people and not on others was because each person had different guts.

To put it another way:

‘It’s a matter of willpower.’

The resolve of Encred that the boatman saw was not just stubborn but also so mad that it almost felt like madness.

It wasn’t just a great will, it was a will to madness.

Even the most severe curses wouldn’t work on a guy like this.

This is precisely why curses didn’t work well on knights in the first place.

They write mysteries based on willpower called Will.

Of course, the boatman was so shocked that he opened his eyes wide and realized that the curse of the bastard was serious.

‘Even if the opponent was bad, it was too bad.’

It was a question of compatibility.

To Encred, curses were worse than mosquitoes. They were worse than annoying flies.

So, you wouldn’t have felt a sense of crisis, and your gut feeling or intuition wouldn’t have been triggered.

Because you instinctively knew that the other person was not a threat.

“Did you kill someone with just a look in your eyes?”

A passing citizen blurted out words full of misunderstanding.

“Does it make sense to kill someone with just a look?”

Another person right next to him scolded him for talking nonsense.

No one knew that the apostle of a cult who had committed murder with just a look, or more precisely, just a curse, had died so miserably.

It was truly a meaningless death.

It would have been more effective if it had targeted the entire city and cast a curse, or if it had targeted someone other than Encred.

It was now a thing of the past.

There were instances where doctors would come to check on the dead to see if they had contracted an infectious disease, and citizens would avoid the dead after seeing their charred skin.

It was Encred who unknowingly became the greatest enemy of the cult.

* * *

“Come and give it a try.”

As Rem spoke, Encred returned to the Border Guard and tried to show something he had been holding onto all this time.

Encred lifted the Aker. It was a sword tip that pierced the sky diagonally.

Rem took a deep breath.

‘If you let me see you, I’ll die.’

“When did I come this far?” Rem licked her dry lips.

The weather was crazy. It would have been nice if it had just poured down a little rain, but it didn’t rain and only the damp, blazing sun poured down.

It’s the kind of weather where sweat pours down even if you just stay still.

The weather is hot and muggy.

Rem forgot his discomfort for a moment.

The pressure Encred was giving me goosebumps all over my body.

It was a day without a single breath of wind. Even the dust held its breath and lay flat on the floor of the training ground.

All the nearby soldiers naturally became onlookers.

No one was watching without even breathing.

Encred was the first to move.

In the ready position, my shoulders lifted and the sword moved.

‘fast.’

Ragna, who had been watching, caught a glimpse of some of his quick and heavy swordsmanship in that single strike.

Shinar, who came to see the view, saw the sword strike with delicate control.

Audin caught a glimpse of the close-range strike he had taught.

Encred simply swung his sword with concentration.

What is will? It is willpower.

What is willpower? It is the will to accomplish something.

‘The explosive power of the moment.’

I add strength by condensing and bursting my muscles and adding momentary acceleration. I also mix in the pressure of the middle sword style I learned from the crushing sword.

In Rem’s eyes, it seemed as if Encred’s entire body was boiling with fighting spirit.

The power contained in that one blow could not be ignored.

Rem also burst the heart of her monstrous strength. With strength that could even stand up to a real giant, Rem also swung her axe.

While Encred took a step forward and lowered his sword, Rem swung two axes crossing each other from below.

It is said that light weapons have difficulty achieving destructive power, but this was not the case for Rem.

The weapon he originally used was also this light.

This is the moment when two weapons collide.

Ugh!

Shock waves formed concentric circles with a loud noise.

It was such an ignorant clash that you wonder who would do something like this in Dalian.

The shock wave caused the dirt covering the ship to scatter in all directions.

The two stopped with their weapons locked, exchanging blows.

In that state, Rem asked.

“What is that?”

“Strike of the Giant.”

“The name is a bit cliche, wouldn’t it be better to call it the power of the giant’s milk?”

Encrid was not one to bark along with his dog, so he just said what he had to say.

It was understandable that Rem felt wronged. Even a normal giant would have to swing with all their might to strike like that.

“What did you do?”

“It’s called a flag axe.”

It’s the first time I’ve heard that name. It was natural. It’s because I converted Western technology into the language of this continent.

Rem was amazed at the skills Encred had shown as he grew, and Encred was amazed at Rem’s skill with the axe.

Rem blocked the giant’s blow by sticking the axe blade in and out two or three times.

It looks like he hit with all his might, but Encred actually released his strength by deflecting it with his wrist strength and holding on.

It was a technique so difficult that it was hard to even imagine imitating it.

Above all, it was a technique that Rem had never shown before.

“Did you make a new one?”

“It’s a refined version of what was there before. Because there has never been a weapon like this before?”

Rem said, twirling the axe in his hand.

I was talking about my weapon, which is light yet sturdy and fits perfectly in my hand.

Encrid looked at the axe that had endured Aker.

It would be great if the weather wasn’t bad at all.

The craftsman sent by Krang had created a proper weapon.

In fact, the craftsman created two weapons and felt proud of them, even naming them, but the ones who actually received them did not use such names.

“If you call its name, does it answer or something?”

Rem lightly refused the craftsman’s request.

The exact reason was that it couldn’t do that because it wasn’t a descending weapon, but it wasn’t something to go into detail about.

Ragnar called his sword Black.

If the craftsman had heard this, he would have felt the urge to smash his head in with a hammer right away.

It was very Ragnar-like of him not to care about anything other than swordsmanship.

It was right after Rem stepped down.

“It’s my turn, blackie.”

Ragnar spoke and stepped forward.

It was a different fight from Rem. The only difference was that Encred was no longer being pushed back unilaterally.

Ragnar shouted as he watched Encred accept the Will of Severance.

“great!”

He was so excited that he decided to let his talents explode.

“I’ll borrow it once!”

Ragnar copied the swordsmanship Encred had shown him a moment ago. To be exact, Ragnar had interpreted it in his own way.

It was a crazy talent.

Encred countered it with a technique he learned from Rem called Giant Teaching.

It is a method of overcoming the opponent’s relentless blows based on the heart of great strength.

I repeated this three times.

“One more time.”

To be exact, it was something Encred had requested twice more.

I felt stiffness in the receiving and passing movements, but I felt that the desire to resolve this would soon help me practice.

“It has increased a lot.”

After finishing the duel, Ragna said.

Rem also nodded while looking at it.

Encred answered them both calmly.

“It’s still a long way to go.”

That’s because the goal is lofty.

They both didn’t care because they knew that he wasn’t a person who could be satisfied.

* * *

That evening, Rem was left alone in the training grounds.

‘You’re chasing me closely.’

The leader who couldn’t even shake the beast’s heart was no longer there.

Then should he also bring back what he left behind in the West for that purpose?

No, that won’t happen.

Didn’t you make up your mind and make a promise when you left?

“You will never find this again.”

After saying that, he left. I said it with my own mouth.

‘Well, just do whatever you want.’

If you decide to use magic, you have to find what you left behind, but that doesn’t mean there’s no way to improve your skills.

To be honest, it was slow even though it was a shortcut. But it wasn’t without results.

An axe made of Leviathan steel might also be helpful in that regard.

While lost in thought, Rem’s gaze rose as he felt a passing presence.

The sinister stray cat was on its way back.

Since it was connected to the road leading to the training ground, it was natural to see people coming and going.

“If that’s the case, why don’t you go out and start your own household? You horny cat.”

Rem’s tongue moved reflexively. It was like someone who had wandered in the desert for three days seeing water and drinking it.

If you look at that guy, isn’t he the kind of guy who deserves to be cursed at?

Saxon was on his way back from repeatedly persuading guild members who wouldn’t listen.

Among them, there was one guy who just couldn’t be persuaded, which really got on my nerves.

If you go through three near-death experiences, wouldn’t you be able to be convinced?

Saxony, who had become sensitive, reacted immediately to Rem’s provocation.

“Is that something that would come out of the mouth of a savage who has never been able to hold a woman’s wrist in his entire life?”

“I am already married.”

“I’ll bet you that that’s a lie.”

Encred’s gift of gab continued with the two.

“Okay, I’ll kill you. Come.”

Rem sat up. This was half a vent. The bitterness in her mouth came back to her as she recalled the past. At times like this, even a wicked stray cat should be swatted away.

Saxony did not hesitate either.

The two fought fiercely, and unlike before, Saxony brought out everything he had.

That is, he wrote the will. Of course, it was in a completely different form from the way the knight wrote it.

Rem knew he was being pushed.

Wouldn’t Saxony know that?

Saxon, after gaining some momentum, took his hand back and said.

“Hang yourself and die.”

“What the heck is this kid?”

Rem said so and made up his mind.

I think I should go to the West sometime.

Preparation? What does that matter?

It’s enough to make a Ragnar kitten squeal, but a sinister stray kitten too?

I just couldn’t stand this.

He was determined to go to the West in the near future.