A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 433



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433. There was never any permission.

A madman, a wanderer and madman in search of his dreams, meets three knights.

The first was the article of Azpen.

All he had was speed and strength.

Even if I knew, I couldn’t stop it.

No, now that I know, I could probably block a half-hearted blow, but that’s how I felt back then.

His overall physical abilities were like those of a different human being. His swordsmanship was like that.

The next knight-level warrior I encountered was the mercenary king Anu.

He didn’t show everything he had. What he showed was only a little bit.

What’s more, the mercenary king was a beast. That was the extent of the skills he showed without even transforming.

Still, I saw, felt, and learned a lot. It was because he fought, slowly showing me things one by one.

What he showed was skill.

The blade flew in at an unimaginable angle in an incomprehensible motion.

The end was right before our eyes.

An opponent who pulls back the black blade that was struck down.

Ragna’s black sword was a sure kill.

It is a sword that will definitely kill.

It has copied the characteristics of the heavy sword as is.

Not all articles are the same.

What is the experience that the mercenary king spoke of?

Where did this difference begin?

‘By polishing what you have.’

If you believe that the path you are taking is right, instead of looking back and worrying, take one more step.

The king’s words remained vivid in my memory. His teachings were clear.

The moment he realized that, Encred knew for sure.

Talent, heaven does not grant what one desires.

‘A genius among geniuses.’

One in ten thousand.

From those gathered, one is chosen and chosen again, and that is the knight.

‘so?’

Does that change anything? No. It’s the same as usual. It’s always been that way.

There was always no permission.

What if you find a way even when the sky, talent, and no one else allows it?

It was one of those ways. Encred seemed to know. He had a clue. So he smiled, and so his mouth opened and the words that did not pass through his brain came out first.

“again.”

My arms were shaking. I felt like I would be pushed back if I didn’t brace myself. It was like standing without a cane in a storm that seemed like it would uproot the trees.

It was as if I had climbed without a single stone on top of a glacial mountain range that froze my urine as soon as I peed on it.

‘That’s not it.’

He has a walking stick and a robe that he wraps around his body, although it is only a small piece of cloth.

Encrid steeled his resolve.

The things he had accumulated so far were his clothes and his staff.

There is no tomorrow for those who deny what they have built up and do not believe in themselves.

So it started with believing in myself.

The words of the mercenary king also had that meaning.

Walking the path you believe is right, not turning away from what you have built up.

Encrid smiled and looked at Ragnar, asking with his eyes.

Are you planning to end it with just one swing of the sword?

Ragnar took a stance as if it were a given. The black one rose vertically from the ground, splitting the sun with its body.

He just wanted to repeat the same movements.

An attack that cannot be stopped even if you know about it, it was a swordsmanship that exactly embodied the feeling I got when I first saw Azpen’s article.

* * *

This was the extent of Ragnar’s swing with little strength.

The black lightning struck three times in total, and Encrid blocked all three. No, it would be more correct to say that he held out.

Because I almost tore a muscle in my right arm and almost broke my left arm.

‘That ignorant kid.’

Rem, who had been watching until the end, was about to say what she had been thinking, but stopped. Suddenly, her throat started to tickle, so she raised her hand and scratched it, and she couldn’t say anything.

‘What about the country?’

He himself agreed that it was difficult to be rough around the neck of a person like Encred.

He tries to grab the sword again while shaking both his arms. His body shakes as if he will fall at any moment, but his eyes do not die.

Can you even deal with someone who rushes to fight, even burning his soul?

Spenadul, the lazy bastard who burned the cigarette with his butt, was the only one who could stand it.

If I had just applied a little more force there, Encred’s two arms would have been shattered.

So it was difficult to criticize him for being ignorant.

“Haha, Lazy Brother, you have a different understanding.”

Audin looked purely amazed. It wasn’t often that he saw a knight-level sword.

Even if Audin lifted the ban, he couldn’t do something like that right away.

That too needed time to adjust.

Or maybe it just takes a period of arduous training.

That doesn’t mean it’s a place you can’t reach.

Rem and Audyn were calm.

But others were not.

There were many talented people around Encred.

Rem, Saxony, and Audyn were special, but the rest were also great.

Teresa sat with her eyes half-open, lost in thought. She replayed what she had just seen.

It was a lightning strike. It was a disaster that fell like a black, unstoppable piece of metal.

‘Can you block that with a shield?’

What if there was a shield that could never be broken? Could the blocking arm withstand it?

It was a swordsmanship that made even the half-blood giant think that way.

Teresa clenched her molars. Her masticatory muscles tightened, creating long marks across her jaw.

This is the moment when despair is about to creep in.

Encred, who had been holding on and had fainted, came into view.

Looking at him, instead of frustration and despair, other emotions surged up first.

‘I do it too.’

It was a determination not to give up along with a desire to not lose.

It was the same with Dunbakel and Lawford. They all became very thoughtful.

Luagarne’s eyes sparkled so much that she almost shed tears.

“Why is that guy crying?”

Rem asked after seeing that.

“I guess you’re feeling overwhelmed, Brother Savage.”

What Audyn saw was right. Luagarne felt something surge in her chest.

Her mouth was still open, overcome with emotion. Frock’s shiny fingers trembled.

‘How could that be possible?’

She saw Encred grow, but she also knew that his talents were poor.

Prock’s talent and the personal experience of Luagarne made Encred aware of his limitations at every moment.

And yet it moves forward.

Luagarne saw something more than just jealousy.

It is the will to move forward even if heaven does not permit it and even if you do not have talent.

It was brighter than a falling star and hotter than a blazing fire.

It was pure will.

‘There was never any permission.’

Encred said those words with his whole body and proved himself with his actions afterward.

Luagarne’s mouth opened.

“I will become a knight.”

It was a sudden remark, but no one said anything.

The Mercenary King was certain that he had not left anything for Encred.

What he left behind was more like a gift, given to him by someone who carried his dreams on his sword.

And now.

Always exploring the unknown to perceive and understand reality, Prock felt a strong conviction that reason was of no importance.

That man will become a knight.

Frock was impressed and everyone was lost in thought.

So, the one who was most shocked among them was Pell.

‘What is that?’

I never thought I would be inferior to anyone in terms of talent. Why wouldn’t I be?

He was a shepherd from the wilderness. Everyone in it was a monster.

How many elders would be helpless if they were to immediately pick out and attack idol-slayers?

That’s okay though. I’m behind now, but I’ll catch up soon.

But when I saw what was happening before my eyes, my confidence was eroded. What I had thought was a solid mountain seemed like a light pile of dirt blown away by the wind.

‘Is my talent really worthless?’

Pell was in shock and couldn’t move.

* * *

If both arms were a mess, all you had to do was train your lower body.

“There’s no way to rest. It’s a good posture. When the blood circulates quickly in the body, recovery is faster.”

If a therapist trained in medicine had heard this, he would have thought it was crazy.

If an inflammatory reaction occurs in the body, it is better to rest rather than overdo it.

But there was no such healer here, and Audin was not wrong.

Encred’s body wasn’t so bad that it could break in such a situation.

During this time, along with the technique of isolation, the body became specialized for recovery through regeneration.

It took seven days for both arms to fully recover.

Exactly one week later, Encred took up his sword and called out to Ragnar.

“Stop being lazy and come out. Today I’m going to fix all your bad habits.”

Gilchi, who had been swinging his sword more vigorously than ever in the center of the training ground, turned his head and answered in a calm tone.

“Even if we just say let’s spar normally, we’ll do it.”

Encrid felt a little embarrassed, and said while scratching his cheek.

“Because it’s a habit.”

It was a habit that developed when calling out to Rem and others. This kind of habit did not disappear in an instant.

Because telling Rem, “Come out you crazy savage, I’ll break your nose” wasn’t really a provocation, it was more like asking for a duel.

“This time, we’re going this way.”

Ragna says, holding his sword parallel to the ground.

Previously, he had been swinging it vertically, but this time he was going to swing it horizontally.

If the previous strike felt like lightning, this one felt like a wall was collapsing.

It wasn’t as fast as before, but there was nowhere to run. It felt like a big boulder was rolling towards me.

It seemed to me that this was what a knight’s blow was like.

Encrid suffered two cracked ribs this time.

But he didn’t die.

A few days later, when the pain in his side had disappeared and he was feeling fine, Shinar, who had returned, showed a rare expression as he watched Encrid sweating in the training ground.

Although he only raised his left eyebrow slightly, Encred knew that it was a sign of surprise.

“I guess you’ve been away for a long time.”

“Did you miss me? My fiancé who just got screwed.”

“Did you learn to add modifiers in front of words from Audin?”

“I’m not at an age where I can learn anything from anyone.”

Encred nodded and raised his sword.

He also did not forget what Sinar showed him when he fell.

If it weren’t for Ragna, I would have waited without fail, day or night, wondering when he would come.

Sinar smiled as he listened to the ages.

It was a fairy smile that was only shown to Encred.

Encred was not swayed by the enchanting spell of her extraordinary beauty.

Sinar closed the distance between them while erasing his smile.

earth!

Is it because of Ragna?

It was slower than a black lightning bolt, easier to block than a horizontal slash that would hit the entire wall, and could not be avoided anywhere.

Instead, her sword moved like a butterfly.

I tried to block it, but it suddenly came towards me, curved, and fell from above. I barely managed to stop it, but then it came back towards me and stabbed me in the stomach.

It’s a cider that somehow blocks and avoids it.

Even though I wasn’t letting my guard down, an invisible blade aimed for the back of my head.

You swing your sword in front of you, and at the same time a blade appears behind you?

It was a talent he had shown once before.

It was a visionary swordsmanship of the fairy tribe based on the spirit of the forest.

“There is nowhere to escape.”

I heard Shinar’s words.

Encrid laughed again this time.

He had no intention of avoiding it.

In an instant, he turned his body to the side and blocked the age of the fairy with the Aker in his right hand, and drew the gladius in his left hand and struck down the invisible blade.

Pick, the formless blade disappeared without a trace, but it could not completely stop the aging.

A few similar attacks resulted in a few bruises.

Naturally, I lost, and this time I almost got a hole in my thigh.

“If I had stabbed a little higher, I would have become a new life form that was neither male nor female for the rest of my life.”

Rem, who saw that, handed over the farmland.

“I almost made a big mistake.”

After the sparring, Shinar showed a moment of reflection.

“it’s okay.”

Encrid didn’t care.

What followed was an ordinary yet extraordinary daily life.

One day Ragnar.

Another day, I spar with Shinar.

In his spare time, he also learned various techniques from Rem.

Even though I was hanging out with Audin, I couldn’t help but hang out with Saxon since he didn’t seem as busy as before.

“A stabbing without killing is not something you can’t stop even if you know it’s happening, it’s something you can do without even knowing it.”

You don’t necessarily have to learn them, but just knowing the various techniques would be helpful.

That was the reason I learned and practiced various things.

The fairy blade was invisible, but it was caught in the net of the senses.

‘Is it ultimately a stab that cannot be seen or felt?’

It’s a fairy’s secret that I figured out through intuition.

It was an epiphany I had before Sinar showed me again.

Repeating this kind of training day after day was Encrid’s specialty.

I practice writing letters with my left hand, and keep my senses sharp by avoiding the daggers thrown by Saxon.

Today was boringly the same, but Encrid just did it.

It wasn’t difficult for him.

That’s how I spend my time.

The boatman appeared in Encred’s dream.

Rather than having anything to say, I was thinking of criticizing him by asking if today, which was boring, was really fun, and if so, he should have just stayed in today, which was comfortable.

But Encred was quicker to ask.

“When does the ominousness come?”

It is the eagle eye that I have seen many times. The world where the boatman is is inside the imagination.

Those burning eyes meant that he was speaking with his soul.

It was a question asked with all his heart. His earnestness was evident.

The boatman could not say that the ominous thing was a cursed one, and that he had already gone to screaming.

Didn’t he even yell loudly, telling us to be careful?

Encrid asked again, not knowing that.

“Are we there now?”

It was a question that seemed more like a tantrum than an expectation. The boatman was unable to answer.

“Or maybe tomorrow?”

Encrid asked again.

The boatman just cursed silently.

‘You persistent brat.’

Unable to bring himself to say anything that would lower his dignity, the boatman closed off the world without saying a single word after talking to the man.

Encred suddenly woke up from his dream only to meet the boatman who had lost his voice.