A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 424



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424. Guest

Just as Rem had made up her mind, others also had a change of heart.

There was no choice.

“under!”

From morning to night.

Whether it rains or snows, or is sticky or not.

When you see a guy swinging a sword like a madman, aren’t you bound to have all sorts of thoughts?

If there was a reason why Rem made up her mind.

Ragnar realized his talents once again.

I looked into my inner self with a contemplative attitude.

‘What do I have?’

First of all, you must have a talent for finding shortcuts. That is truly extraordinary.

Finding one’s way wasn’t a talent that relied on the approval of others.

‘That doesn’t mean I’m going to live the life of a guide.’

In reality, Ragnar also worked as a guide, but everyone who hired him even once was a disciple.

A crazy guide who is good at fighting but can’t tell east, west, south, or north.

There was also a misunderstanding that they were deliberately seeking out places where demons or beasts appeared.

The Guide Guild used to tremble at the mere mention of the name Ragna.

Let’s say the guide’s talent goes that far.

‘What’s next?’

It’s a sword. It’s swordsmanship. There are things that you can know without anyone telling you that you have innate talent.

Just as there is a certain talent for swordsmanship, such as the talent of a guide.

‘Then what is missing?’

It was enough to know what I was good at.

Even though he was not lacking as a guide, he was not a swordsman.

If there were no shortcomings or obstructions, it would have already reached the level of a knight.

But no. It’s blocked. It feels like the flow of swordsmanship is interrupted.

The point was that there was something lacking.

Although he seemed to be lazy to others recently, Ragnar was actually observing his inner self.

After reflecting on himself like that and reaching one conclusion, he moved.

‘The basics.’

It refers to all movements such as swinging, cutting, and stabbing.

Ragnar started with basic physical training and then walked back the way he had come.

Even if I’m not good at finding my way, I can still find my way back by following the footprints I’ve pressed down on.

Meanwhile, someone inside him asked.

“Why do you want to become a knight?”

If it were before, I would have stopped without being able to answer that question.

“You have to become a knight to see what’s next.”

Ragnar now waited for the next target. He also had the closest target: the knight from Azpen.

It’s about beating him.

Ragna had changed as much as Rem’s determination.

Saxony had no particular change of heart.

Haven’t you already made up your mind?

Instead, his body was busy. He had to move around without rest. If he failed to persuade his guild members, there were many who would immediately poison Encred’s meal.

Encred still swung his sword in the meantime.

Prock, who saw the trajectory of the sword, spoke with admiration.

“It’s neat.”

It’s a basic skill that seems to have been repeated thousands of times over the years.

In Luagarne’s view, Encred was the first one to be as good as him in terms of basic skills.

‘Is that too obvious?’

Luagarne thought to herself. If you think about it for a moment, it seems like such an obvious thing to say.

Geniuses are born with talent, so they can quickly understand the principles of the same movement after doing it a few times, interpret it, and modify it.

‘So can we say that we have mastered it perfectly?’

Flashes of talent may show you shortcuts, but they aren’t necessarily good ones.

Without effort, even genius is consumed by his own talent.

Luagarne has seen many such unfortunate people.

So what is needed?

Persistence. Talent without persistence is like the chirping of a bird that makes no sound.

Where does that terrible tenacity come from?

‘What is the element that makes you repeat things without even thinking about boredom or tedium?’

“after.”

Encred swung his sword down, exhaling the air from deep within his lungs.

It’s a movement that follows exactly the same trajectory as a moment ago.

It is not a sword that you swing while imagining a virtual sparring opponent in your head.

It was just the same old, boring, daily strike. That was how it looked to Luagarne, but Encred’s body was radiating heat.

It is a passion that cannot be brought about by boredom.

It is a passion that only those who are intoxicated with pleasure can show.

‘He is a strange and strange guy.’

Parts that I couldn’t see before because I hadn’t looked closely enough were now visible.

I don’t get bored because swinging the sword itself is fun. I just enjoy swinging the sword.

He was truly crazy.

As the nickname of the King of Remembrance gradually spread, Krang said:

“That little bastard is not human.”

He said.

Luagarne also secretly agreed.

Her eyes followed Encred all day long.

Her job was to observe and explore every action the man in front of her did.

Luagarne also saw those who were changed because of him.

‘It is not a talent to know your own shortcomings.’

It was something that needed a trigger and a stimulus.

In that respect, the stimulant called Encred was fair to everyone.

It was the same for Pell.

Pell was proud of his talent.

He observed and took in everyone as much as Luagarne did.

I especially paid attention to Encrid.

‘You crazy kid.’

There is no such thing as a break. No, I saw them resting, but I didn’t think that was a break.

It’s amazing that he doesn’t get bored with the daily training, but this kid seemed to be risking his life doing just one training session.

“I do my best.”

Many people say that.

‘I’ve never seen such a crazy kid before.’

I repeated that kind of day every day, not just in words.

The soul lives each day like a candle burning to light up its surroundings. Pel himself is not one to neglect his training, but like that every day?

Peldo swallowed hard and made up his mind.

‘If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it.’

It wasn’t for nothing that I came here being scolded by the shepherd elders.

Pel devoted himself to training secretly, while observing.

Lawford, who was in a similar position, did the exact opposite.

“Let’s have a go!”

This would have been unimaginable to anyone who knew the old Lawford.

Originally, he was someone who would look at other people’s faces and act based on other people’s opinions rather than his own, but now he refreshingly ignored other people’s opinions and prioritized his actions.

“Do you really want to die?”

Ragnar asked seriously to Lawford, who was talking to him. This was really serious.

“Don’t kill me.”

Encred, who was swinging his sword next to me, said.

Lawford was a little bird that broke out of the egg and entered a new world.

‘It can’t be true.’

He took Ragnar’s words that way. Up until now, he had misunderstood many things because he had been guessing other people’s thoughts at will.

But that won’t be the case anymore.

That’s why I’m not swayed by their jokes.

Resolution soon becomes will.

“I want to fight to the death!”

“Even like this?”

Ragnar asked indifferently after hearing that.

“Don’t kill me.”

Encred shook his head.

Lawford wasn’t discouraged by the two’s banter. They were two people who really enjoyed joking.

It was natural that he would be the one to rush in and get crushed.

Lawford didn’t stop there. After a few days of groaning, he quickly got up.

“Teresa, let’s have a go!”

Lawford attacked his opponents without discrimination.

“I will not send it to the Lord.”

Teresa nodded. She had a small epiphany recently.

After seeing a few sparring partners come to Encred recently. There were really all sorts of guys.

From mercenary scoundrels to some nobleman’s bodyguard who can’t believe the rumors, a warrior from a foreign country, a wandering swordsman from the East, etc.

There was a Prok Meelun in the city, and they were able to take out a few of them, but some of them even came all the way to the barracks.

Even the Prok named Meelun doesn’t have two bodies.

Encred dealt with them personally, and Teresa nodded inwardly as she watched.

The lion did his best even when catching a rabbit.

Encred never treated anyone roughly.

He pulled out Aker and activated the Will of Swiftness. The piercing ray of light was like a single ray of lightning.

She acted like Encred.

He slammed his shield into the rushing Roford. It was a shield swing imbued with the power of a half-blood giant.

Bam!

“Ugh!”

Roford flew to the side with his neck bent to the side, rolled three times on the ground, and then stopped. He had fainted. If Teresa had exerted just a little more force, he would have knocked on the gates of heaven.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Encred asked after seeing that.

“Once I’m in the competition, I’ll just do my best.”

Half-Giant Teresa spoke with a look of passion. Her eyes showed her desire to fight.

Because I am not the type of person who would turn down a duel.

“Come at it.”

Encrid didn’t even bother to avoid it.

If someone came and saw it, it would have been a total mess.

The lord who rules this area and is not a lord is called a general and fights to the death at every opportunity.

“Let’s have a go!”

The one who appeared to be the weakest attacked anyone he saw.

Some of those who came to train were impressed by the skills of Encred and others and wanted to become part of the unit.

“I want to remain under the demon slayer.”

No one bothered to stop him.

Even these people came to their senses after some time.

“I’ll start with the Border Guard Standing Force. No, no. Are you saying I should go under Rem? I was wrong. I’m going to try farming. Standing Force? I’ll try to be a farmer.”

They changed their attitude in an instant.

No matter how hard a normal person struggled, he could not keep up with madness.

There’s a reason they’re called a crazy unit.

“Sparring!”

Lawford shouts.

Pel watched with a secret gaze.

Rem is thinking about when to go west.

Saxony is constantly moving in and out.

Ragnar devoted himself to basic training like never before.

Audin also became crazy about his thoughts about gold.

‘Lord, may I break the bond?’

It was a thought that had come to mind often these days. Audin simply believed that God would give him another revelation.

Dunbakel had recognized my weakness.

The excessive desire to live was my weakness. That’s why I always looked back and thought of running away first.

‘I had to do it to survive.’

The survival instinct of the Suin is more remarkable than that of other species, and Dunbakel’s was further aggravated when he was driven out of his pack.

Why is it that even after being prepared to die, I still feel like I want to live?

That’s because I really don’t want to die.

‘We have to get over this.’

Encred was a very special being. Just by watching him, he made Dunbakel realize what his own problems were.

It was an ordinary training camp today.

Pell saw someone approaching between three trees at the entrance to the training grounds.

It wasn’t a familiar face.

It wasn’t even a guard uniform.

A vest made of cloth, arms and fists covered in scars, a square jaw and prominent cheekbones, and a body of perfectly muscled muscles.

Pel’s gaze scanned the opponent’s entire body for a moment.

“Let me play too.”

The moment his lips appeared to move, a voice was heard, and his image zoomed in in an instant.

“Huh!”

The surprised Pell pulled out the idol killer and struck him down.

Why not?

The guy who had been walking slowly from afar came up right in front of me in an instant.

His instincts caused him to swing his idol-slayer, and his opponent struck the blade with his palm.

Pit – and my palm was slightly cut.

“It’s a sharp knife.”

All he did was lick my wound with his tongue and that was it.

The idol killer’s magic power failed to exert its power.

“You look a little boring.”

The moment when the guy who suddenly barged in spoke and stepped into the training ground.

Centered around Encred were Rem, Ragnar, Audin, Teresa, and Dunbakel on either side.

Lawford, who used to have excellent insight but now lost it, asked.

“Who are you?”

You can tell at a glance that he’s not an ordinary soldier.

“A person passing by.”

He answered.

Encred felt pressure even though the opponent did nothing, and he thought of someone.

It was a memory brought about by the realm of instinct.

The opponent was from Azpen, and he tore through the tent and came in with a sword.

The knight was an opponent who was difficult to even block with one blow.

“They said the rumors were exaggerated.”

He spoke and dropped both his hands.

He did nothing and did not even raise Will, but he showed no weaknesses.

Does that mean we should be pushed out?

Encred raised the sword of his heart.

Will is a blade sharpened on the whetstone of determination.

I steeled myself, straightened my back, and placed my hand on the grip of my sword.

It wasn’t just Encred.

Same goes for Rem, Ragnar, Audin, Dunbaker, and Teresa.

It seemed like no one had any intention of backing down.

The summer heat warmed the air. It was hot enough to make mistletoe bloom.

Although I was sweating profusely due to the muggy heat, the tension cooled the heat down.

At a point when no one was saying anything, someone else intervened.

It was behind the newly appeared man.

“Stop joking around.”

He approached and spoke, but the tension did not break. It was the man in the vest who initially created this atmosphere, but now it was a little different.

‘Look at this?’

The man in the vest stared at Encred.

The one who’s maintaining this atmosphere right now is that kid.

The protagonist of the rumor, the demon slayer.