A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 437



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437. Those who lack intelligence
The content of the request was simple.

Naurilia has a system called the mercenary soldier system, so this was a request and a favor based on that.

[Go to the border of the Demon Realm and help the Knights.]

It was even added that it was actually requested by Knight Oara himself.

Marcus wrote the letter, but it seemed like he could hear Kraang speaking.

“He’s a knight. Don’t you want to meet him?”

I wanted to meet them. There were also many things written there as compensation for requests.

“What is this, Mr. Jongma? Oh, and the dimensions? If we do this, I think we can put a proper sewer system like this in the Border Guard as well.”

It was a world where people had become accustomed to living in castles thanks to the demons and beasts. There were many things developed for convenience, but most of them were only in the capital.

That means passing on some of those skills.

They show you articles, give you skills, and give you everything.

‘I gave you Aker too, is this okay?’

Encred raised his hand to the hilt of his sword, which sat on his sword belt.

I don’t know much about politics, but I was briefly worried that the nobles around me might oppose it, but I soon put that aside.

Those who passed on the technique were nobles.

‘I guess I did a good job of persuading him.’

Just as Encred’s persuasion was through hands, feet, and swords, Krang’s persuasion was through words and atmosphere.

The worry was fleeting. These things are also important, but they are not even in my sight at the moment.

Only the words “Kisa Oara” remained clearly in my mind.

‘article.’

I felt strength in my hands. The string that had tied my right arm while I was training began to crack and snap. It seemed like it would break if I applied just a little more strength.

Azpen’s Knight, Mercenary King, Ragnar, and Shinar.

Encred fought them all and saw what a knight was.

Among them, Ragnar and Shinar’s swords were still being received without rest.

This wasn’t the end.

Encrid swam through the lake of experience guided by Luagarne. In this way, he escaped stagnation.

However, even after experiencing all that, I felt something was lacking. I still had a burning thirst.

Maybe this job would quench that thirst.

Come on, knight.

I wanted to meet you out of pure curiosity. Of course, I didn’t even think about rejecting you.

However, not all of the unit members could go. I also heard that it was not necessary.

Beneath the letter was added a note saying that Azpen’s restraint was needed.

There’s no need to send an entire squadron of lunatics to a trivial task.

Christ spoke first, folding the letter neatly.

“Please leave Audyn behind. We need someone to take charge of the overall training.”

The training of the Border Guard Reserve Force was arduous and difficult. It was essential to have someone who could lead the entire process without a single complaint.

In fact, anyone, including Encrid, could have done it, but Audin has now filled that position.

Anyone who ever saw his fists up close would desert, not rebel.

Of course, Audin believed that all of this was accomplished with a loving heart.

The soldier thought that the god’s mercy was in the fist, as Audyn said.

“I don’t mind if you don’t go, brother.”

The Knights Templar asked for assistance, but were told it wasn’t anything serious.

There was also content saying that if you don’t have enough numbers, you just need to prevent surprise attacks by troublesome monsters.

“There’s still a lot to tell you. I should go with you.”

Luagarne, who was listening from the side, spoke. Encred nodded in agreement.

“I have a lot to do.”

Esther, a long-haired, blue-eyed beauty who you can’t take your eyes off of once you see her, said. Today, she was in human form.

As she swept her long hair, several soldiers guarding the quarters in front of the training ground couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Encred briefly blocked their gaze with his body.

If I looked any further, it seemed like Esther would say something about plucking out the soldier’s eyes again.

“I’m busy.”

Ragnar was lazy.

The most idle brat among the unit members had nothing to say.

It was not hard to guess what was inside.

Since it wasn’t dangerous, he probably didn’t want to go for it, and he also seemed to want to further hone his skills.

If you’re feeling frustrated and want to exert yourself, you can go around the recent problems in the Pen-Hanil Mountains or the area near the five walled cities that Christ mentioned recently.

I heard that there has been a lot of monster activity lately.

“Okay.”

Encred nodded again. It was unclear how diligently he would move when he was not there.

Both Lawford and Pell remained.

Pel’s complexion had darkened significantly in the few days I hadn’t seen him.

He was exhausted because he had lost his confidence, but no one comforted him.

Isn’t it normal to overcome such things on your own?

For Encred and his party, that was a given.

Then what if they get eliminated? Then the prosecutor raised by the shepherd in the wilderness will be a bit lacking, you might say.

Encred didn’t worry about anything either. He just had to take care of it.

Teresa stayed behind to help Audín.

“I want to fight.”

Dunbakel said, hiding his feelings.

To be honest, there wasn’t a single person in this room who was worse than me.

Teresa too, and the new guy named Lawford too.

Even Dunbakel’s skills improved as he suffered under Rem’s influence.

‘Isn’t this my limit?’

I’ve been having those thoughts a lot lately. Every time I think about my limitations, I have nightmares. Sometimes, I transform on my own while I’m sleeping.

Looking at his appearance, which could be called a curse, Dunbakel recalled his nightmare.

It was the day he was kicked out of the village where he was born and raised.

“You can’t live here.”

“Go out and die nicely.”

“It would be wise to find a cliff and throw yourself off it.”

What did I do so wrong?

At that time, a fire called resentment bloomed in my heart and I wanted to kill all the people, but I did not want to make a goal that was easy to die for the purpose of my life.

Dunbakel felt the same way then, now, and even when he lost to Encred.

I wanted to live.

If he had resisted and persevered on the day he was kicked out, he might have remained in the village. But Dunbakel did not do that.

‘I want to run away.’

It was because my mind suddenly raised its head to avoid dangerous things that came from instinct.

‘Should I just find a place and work as a guard and get paid for living?’

Actually, he didn’t want to live like that. Dunbakel didn’t even know what he wanted to do.

So whenever I felt like running away, I looked at Encred and pulled myself together.

After running away and escaping, is the place I arrived at paradise?

These were the words of the now deceased Kentaro, a respected storyteller, painter and saint of old.

He said that there is no paradise where you run away and arrive.

In other words, saying he wanted to fight now was a way to hide the fact that he wanted to run away.

“Okay.”

Of course, Encred didn’t care about Dunbakel’s change of heart as much as the ghoul’s consideration.

In the meantime, Rem came back with the monster’s black blood all over her body and told me to go with her.

Encred told him to do the same this time.

It wasn’t anything serious. It was more like a light trip.

Even if the border area of ​​the Demon Realm is dangerous, it is not as dangerous as the Demon Realm or the Labyrinth located in the actual south.

It was generally accepted that the Demonic Realm bordering Naurilia was dangerous, but less dangerous than the actual Demonic Realm.

“Departure is in three days.”

Encred said, shaking off the string that had been wrapped around his right arm.

It was a fairly strong string, but I broke it with just my muscles.

“That’s the secret I made, the escape method from bondage.”

Audin saw it and said.

“You’re just stupidly bulking up your muscles and then breaking them with force?”

Rem, who had been quiet lately, praised the greatness of his skills.

“You were so shocked that you died, but why did you come back to life?”

Ragna, who saw that, said to Rem that it was nice to see her back like before.

It’s been a long time. Seeing such a lovely sight.

Encrid is also a sight we haven’t seen in a while.

Rem smiled and scattered the living things.

“Hehe, right. It’s time to put an axe blade on your neck instead of your head. Let’s make a head out of an axe blade, let’s use an axe blade as a head.”

Rem sings a song with an absurd melody.

Audin smiled and said, ‘Brothers, you really like to cause trouble.’

Ragnar hung his sword in an arrogant manner.

Rem hefted his axe onto his shoulder and shook it. It looked like a fight was about to break out.

If we left them alone, it seemed like they would fight to the death.

In a precarious situation, lightning struck between the two.

Crackling.

It wasn’t a real lightning strike, but an afterimage of the sword. It was a white flash that turned in a zigzag pattern, making a sound similar to the cry of a bird.

The two of them instantly shifted their center of gravity backwards as the sword slashed through the air.

Meanwhile, Encred, who had struck down his sword, opened his mouth and spoke.

“Mine is white lightning.”

What crossed between the two was Encred’s sword. It was a combination of Ragnar’s black lightning and what he had learned and practiced.

Of course, it was a technology that contained Will.

If a giant’s strike is a blow that blows out explosive power.

This was a matter of dotting the blow and distributing it moment by moment.

It was made with blood, really blood.

That was the case for Encred. And the technology that was created that way also showed appropriate effects.

In the past, you had to push your body in to dry it, but now one cut of the knife is enough.

It was a sharp move that made everyone present realize that great progress had been made.

“Are you borrowing it again?”

Ragnar showed interest.

“No, I changed it on my own.”

The point was that although they appear similar on the outside, their constituent elements are different.

Ragnar’s pitch-black lightning started from a fast and heavy sword.

Then what about the white lightning from a little while ago?

Ragnar recognized the characteristics of the sword before his eyes.

‘Distribute your power with an emphasis on speed.’

It’s a technique to quickly and quickly draw a sword in a zigzag motion, leaving an afterimage, and making it impossible for the opponent to predict the point of impact by following the afterimage.

All of that was being broken and struck down with brute force.

Ragnar’s genius was that he could grasp the essence of the technique with just one look.

It’s not a new will.

I had to see it as a variation of Swiftness, with a Giant Strike mixed in.

“Yes, I see.”

Ragnar agreed, Encred nodded, and tapped Rem on the shoulder.

“I’ll go in three days.”

Rem nodded, wiping her nose once.

“Okay, I understand.”

Rem was about to say something, but she didn’t move her tongue anymore.

Three days later, the group set off.

The border area of ​​the Demon Realm was in the northwestern part of Naurilia.

As they went, they came across a road heading west, and Rem turned his head to the west for a moment right there.

It felt like a nostalgic scent was tickling the tip of my nose.

“why?”

Encred asked.

“I’m just watching.”

“That side is west.”

Encred is talking for no reason.

“Do I look like a loser who can’t even find his way?”

Rem suddenly got angry. It was understandable. It was obvious that he was comparing her to Ragna.

“No, it’s just like that.”

Encred spoke and walked lightly.

There were a few bandits along the way, but only one of them was brave enough to attack.

Encrid found that incredibly fascinating.

The party included Prock, all of whom were armed.

If they attacked after seeing this, it would be reasonable to question the intelligence of the thieves.

Or maybe you have something to believe in.

Encrid in full gear, Rem with a fierce look on her face, Frock Luagarne, and even the waterman Dunbakel.

He had been riding a horse until he got close, but was now moving on foot.

Since they had luggage, they sold all the remaining horses to the last village except one pack horse.

It was a little off the road, with a hill to the left and a few bushes and trees to the right.

It was a good land for walking or running, but it was also not a road for horses.

“The area near the Demon Realm is swarming with demons, so horses would be considered food.”

I heard something like that in advance on my way here.

The palace offered to send a Ranger unit to guide us, but we declined.

It was a useless task. It wasn’t Ragnar, so finding the way wouldn’t be difficult.

Anyway, it was about five days left until we reached the border of Ma-gyeong on foot.

A group of bandits blocked Encred’s path.

The murderous intent gleaming in the eyes of the group of thieves blocking their way would have seemed quite threatening if they were a normal merchant or any other group.

“Are you fearless?”

Dunbakel asked as if he was talking to himself. Judging from the position of his hands and feet on the curve, he was in a position where he could jump out at any time.

Conversely, it was also a position where one could run away at any time.

Encred listened to Dunbakel’s words and watched the group of bandits closely.

The one standing in the middle had a bushy beard, and the rest looked similar.

He looks like he’s Rem’s relative.

Just looking at the way he was holding the spear and sword, it was obvious that he had done this before.

Those who had secretly distanced themselves formed a siege formation.

It’s not a big deal, but it’s a positioning that even the most incompetent guys would be able to handle without being able to do anything about.

There were a few guys with bows there too.

So it seemed like it had its own melody.

Living as a thief wasn’t just about wielding a knife.

They had to overcome the threat of demons and secure a safe area.

As you get closer to the border of Ma-gyeong, you can see some tough guys inside the villages, so it was possible that something like this could happen.

I’m talking about guys who attack even after seeing the weapons or race.

One of the bandits opened his mouth, as if he had heard Dunbakel’s words. He had sharp ears.

“We are also risking our lives in this. Do you think it is easy to blow up the top guys here?”

Encred wondered how many more of these people there were in this country.

There would have been countless.

It may not be possible to eliminate them all. But I won’t just quietly let go of the ones that are attacking me right in front of my eyes.