A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 428



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428. Dreams and Dreams

The knight’s power usually broke the track of what was thought.

For example, like the article about Azpen I met a while ago.

Encred stood thoughtfully, sword in hand.

‘What if I had seen the knight’s sword then? What if I had predicted the attack?’

Can you stop it by predicting it?

If there was one thing as important as moving the body, it was the time for meditation.

He was lost in thought and drew images.

The Azpen Knight came to mind, and the trajectory of the sword he swung was clearly drawn.

‘It wasn’t great swordsmanship.’

I just swung it. It was just so strong and fast. It was so strong that I couldn’t even think of stopping it.

So is that what a knight’s blow is?

Something with such speed and power that it can’t be stopped even if you see it?

Wouldn’t it be amazing if you saw a proper fight between knights?

It was a messy thought.

* * *

What is an article?

It is a general term for those who have broken the limits of humanity.

The King of the East was not a knight, but he was a man of equal strength.

He showed off his power without sparing any effort.

It wasn’t like he showed everything he had, but it was enough to surprise anyone who was watching from right next to him.

A troll swung a stone axe wrapped around a tree trunk.

It was too slow. The moment the troll’s shoulder moved, the king had already stabbed him with his spear.

puck!

The blade pierced through his head and burst it open. The thrust was made with incredible force.

The king’s spear blasted off one of his heads and moved to the side.

With a loud thud, the troll’s head was shattered as soon as it was struck by the spear or the blade.

The way to kill a troll was to burn its entire body or cut off its head.

Cutting off the head ultimately means severing the connection between the body and the head.

Cracking the head had a similar effect.

Anu’s spear proved it.

Stabbing, cutting, hitting, and beating.

The first few times he moved his hands as if he was freeing them, but in the time it took him only one or two breaths to inhale and exhale, his spear began to move faster.

Still, it flew in aiming precisely at the troll’s head.

It seemed like a swift swallow was catching a fish.

It is also a swallow with a natural talent for hunting.

There wasn’t a single mistake or miss.

It was a trick for Rem to watch.

Anu killed about twenty trolls, one by one, with one blow.

Black blood splattered across his clothes, but there were hardly any traces left for such a massacre.

Rem, who had split the heads of three trolls, stood there dumbfounded and looked at him.

King Anu put away his spear and looked at Rem, then tilted his head without realizing it.

‘Isn’t it time to be amazed?’

Usually, that’s true. When people see their own skills, it usually starts with surprise and ends with admiration.

But Rem’s eyes had a very unholy light. They looked full of discontent.

“Are you having fun doing it alone?”

The tone of speech was also like that.

The king blinked once.

“I think you are wrong, my lord.”

Asaluhi, who had been watching, came closer and whispered. He took the spear, cleaned the blade and shaft, and wrapped them again in cloth.

The adjutant had a rough idea of ​​what the king meant. He probably wanted to show off his outstanding skills to impress his opponent.

That’s why he barely took out his second weapon against a troll.

Rem started to grumble but stopped.

If someone wants to show off, wouldn’t the answer be to just leave them alone?

“I’m still a little tired, so I’ll do more and then go. Let’s do it separately. Separately.”

Rem spoke and walked away alone, seemingly unconcerned about whether this was the Pen-Hanil Mountains or anything else.

This was a natural reaction for Rem.

It didn’t matter whether the other person was shocked or not.

If you seek the magic you left behind in the West, what the King of the East has now shown you, you too can do.

There is nothing to be jealous of.

Those similar to the knights used Will, and although his writing style was a little different, Rem thought it was the same.

“I just want to ask you one thing.”

The king turned to Rem and asked him a question.

“Ask.”

“Why are you here? Why are you sticking with him? What do you want that makes you stay in this city?”

Rem answered without thinking too much.

“It’s fun.”

What was the reason for running away from the West in the first place?

It was to find joy.

Rem’s current pleasure is seeing where Encred, crawling up from the ground, is heading.

If you think about it, it wasn’t a great reason.

It’s just whatever I feel like doing, so I’m staying because I’m enjoying it right now.

It also sounded like he was ready to leave at any time if there was something more enjoyable.

The king nodded after hearing the answer.

“i get it.”

It was a plain attitude.

Rem headed straight into the mountains.

When the king returned from hunting with his adjutant, a big-eyed man who spoke grumpily greeted the king.

“Did you bury Rem? Then it might not be possible to solve it with gold coins. At the very least, you should have some gold bars… … .”

“He said he was going to play alone some more.”

The king cut off his words and strode inside.

Audin appeared in his eyes.

“You said your name was Audín? Why are you staying here?”

“The Father said so.”

“Lord? Father?”

There was no need for a long conversation.

Asaluhi whispered to the king, being careful not to let anyone else hear.

“Aren’t you a fanatic?”

The king also had similar thoughts. No matter what questions he asked, he only followed the teachings of God and received the words, “It was God’s arrangement.”

The king nodded and turned his gaze.

He saw Ragnar, sound asleep, in his eyes. And the half-giant passing by the barracks.

“Why do you remain here?”

The king asked.

“I owe you my life.”

Teresa answered in a voice that was oddly pleasant to hear, but had a peculiar, hoarse tone to it.

It was an attitude without any playfulness.

It was a life debt, and no one could repay it for me.

“My desire is to explore the unknown. Look, what a wonderful human being you are. He’s handsome. He’s nice to look at. But you’re not like that.”

That was Prok Luagarne’s answer.

The King of the East was proud of my face, but knowing Prock’s aesthetic sense, he said only one word.

“Have you hurt your eyes? Look at my face again carefully. You have a vision problem, Prok.”

“Aren’t there any mirrors in the East?”

Of course, Luagarne answered without even breathing.

Next was Dunbakel.

“If I back out of here, I’ll probably be on the run for the rest of my life.”

When he told me to be his daughter, it was half-joking and half-serious.

There was a lot I could have offered her if she had come East, but she refused all offers.

“You know I’m a person too, right?”

The king asked.

“I don’t think there’s anyone here who doesn’t know that except that idiot.”

What Dunbakel was talking about was Squire Lawford.

The king took the opportunity to ask everyone he saw.

“I came here to set myself straight. Where else would I dare go?”

“One eye was swollen shut, as if someone had hit me,” said Lawford.

“I am a shepherd in the wilderness. I have come here on a short business.”

Pell hid his feelings.

The King of the East saw the unmistakable spirit of victory in Fel’s eyes.

The shepherd’s eyes were turned to none other than Encred.

It’s not Ragna or Rem, it’s Encred.

This was also an unusual thing, but it was not something that was completely incomprehensible.

Encred has a temperament that makes you want to get attached to him just by looking at him.

The king knew it too.

The king also saw the fairy named Sinar coming.

So I asked her.

“We promised to be engaged.”

The fairy answers.

“It’s a joke.”

Immediately Encred’s voice was heard.

Encred once again said that the fairy’s jokes were difficult to understand.

The king did not bother to test Shinar’s mind. He knew without even having to give a reason why he would not follow him.

The king stayed for several days and also met with Saxon.

“I have a rough idea of ​​where you’re from. I’d say your skills are master-level.”

How many people have eyes that can see at a glance what they have hidden?

Yet Saxony was not surprised.

When you’re around Encred, all sorts of things happen.

Aren’t you doing something that you yourself couldn’t even imagine right now?

My lover said.

“I didn’t know it would change like this.”

He also said that. It is a statement that makes one reflect on oneself anew.

‘Have I changed?’

I don’t know. But one thing was certain.

Saxony has found his place now, and he likes it.

So, the answer to the king’s question, ‘Why are you here?’ was very brief.

“Because this is where I belong.”

The king did not ask any more questions.

After asking each and every one of them, the answers were all different.

Each of them remained for their own reasons, but those reasons all came down to one person.

Then, one morning, Ragna woke up and came out. He had been sleeping for over three days.

The king turned his gaze.

Ragnar walked out with his usual gait, but he noticed that the bastard had climbed over a wall.

However, this does not mean that it immediately became an article.

Not everyone can become a knight overnight. That’s not how knights are made.

On top of the talent that is given to you by heaven, you must also put in constant effort.

A change in momentum that only he can notice in this place… … .

‘No, I’m not the only one who noticed.’

Well, even though I showed Rem my skills, he wasn’t that surprised.

First, a guy named Rem found out.

The guy who wasn’t even surprised at my skills clenched his molars. His face was filled with some kind of pain.

My friend Audin was similar.

The guy who had been holding out even when I showed him my true colors suddenly fell into deep thought upon seeing the guy who had just woken up, and immediately began to offer a silent prayer. He put his hands together, turned his back, and bowed his head.

The king’s gaze turned to Encred.

‘Your eyes are nice.’

He found out too.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that he was a very unique guy.

Even if you knock him down countless times, he gets up again and attacks, like an immortal skeleton soldier.

The king also knew.

That Ragna was a friend who wanted to use his newly acquired powers, so he was in a state of ecstasy, wanting to use them right away.

The king said, because he saw everything.

“If you follow me, you will be able to use that power to your heart’s content.”

The king cut through everything and got to the point. His words were like a spear that could pierce the enemy’s heart in one breath.

Words that would shake anyone.

Those were words that would definitely resonate with anyone who had overcome the wall.

The king looked at Ragnar with his arms crossed.

Natural momentum and majesty spread.

It was an atmosphere that only a person who was capable of being the king of a country and possessed the military power of a knight could display.

“There will not be many places where you can use your power to your fullest. Come to a place where you can release your freedom and desire. This country will not be able to accommodate you.”

The Knights Templar were telling us to look toward a bigger world rather than being confined within a certain framework.

Encred, who had been swinging his sword on one side, was also looking at the changed Ragnar.

There was Rem, and there was Audyn, and Theresa, and Dunbaker.

Lawford and Pell were away on duty.

It was because of Encred’s will that even if he remained here for some reason, he should not miss his mandatory work, that is, his duties.

Anyway, everyone’s eyes except for those two were turned to Ragna.

Ragnar said, frowning in the morning sunlight with a languid face.

“It’s annoying.”

Ragnar spoke politely, but his tone was not the same as his content.

“……bothered?”

The king forgot his majesty and asked again.

There were many who showed resentment.

But that was the first time someone said it was annoying.

“I feel lazy when I think about the way to the East.”

Ragnar once again made his intentions clear. Even if he found his way, it would take more than half a year.

Normally, if you rode a fine horse and rode without stopping, it would take two weeks to cover the distance.

The king let out a hollow laugh.

Adjutant Asaluhi watched the king’s expression, wondering if he was angry.

Fortunately, the king neither burst into anger nor showed any sign of suppressing his anger.

“It’s annoying.”

I was just muttering.

Ragnar didn’t even want to bother explaining everything.

There was an epiphany, and as I went through the process of reflecting on it, my senses were off.

It seemed like it would take days of sweat to get this right.

Above all, Ragnar had no intention of following the King of the East.

It wasn’t a lie to say it was annoying.

‘If I had to place just one person above me and have them take orders from me.’

Shouldn’t that be the person who brought you here?

Look at that crazy guy looking at himself from one side, with heat radiating from his eyes.

If it weren’t for that guy, Saxony wouldn’t have been motivated.

Even though everything is still bothersome, looking at those eyes makes me feel motivated.

After swinging my sword for three nights and harmonizing my senses, I felt like striking my sword against that famous sword called Aker.

The king turned his head after seeing Ragnar like that.

“Please go back slowly.”

The adjutant spoke and the king nodded, but he seemed to have no intention of turning back immediately.

And so another day passed.

It rained a little last night and this morning, and now the sun is breaking through the clouds.

The sun was soft and the air was cool.

It was a day unlike any other summer.

The afternoon of the rainy day was neither humid nor hot. It was a cool and clear day.

On such a day the king was held captive by Encred until the evening.

“Can I have one more?”

“It’s possible.”

It was another duel, never getting boring.

The king won by hitting his opponent near the groin with his elbow.

He hit me pretty hard, but Encred’s body was strong. That means he held up well.

After the duel, the king’s gaze turned to the sky.

Before we knew it, the sun was setting and the world of twilight was unfolding.

An orange sunset filled the clouds and headed toward the ground.

The king opened his mouth through the fading twilight.

“What do you think is in the East? Gold? Silver? Iron? Treasure? I don’t know. No one knows what’s there. That’s what makes my heart beat.”

It was a corner of the smokescreen where the sunset was setting.

The king told his dream. Encrid listened to him.

Encrid felt goosebumps all over his body several times.

I sometimes had the illusion of following the king’s words and exploring an unknown land, a ruin where I didn’t know what would pop out.

He spoke with a burning soul like a crane.

“To conquer new lands, that is my fight. That is my struggle. How about it?”

The king asked, engulfed in heat.

Anyone would be intoxicated by the heat.

It was a speech that made me want to agree with him, respect his will, trust him, and follow him.

A speech given to an audience of only one person.

The man called King of the East vomited out his heat.

Encred answered.

“Do you know the song called ‘The Knight of the Past’?”

As the other person spoke of his dream, Encred himself spoke of his own dream.

It was a story of a faded and torn dream that was held on tight, but started from a common song.