A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 440



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440. Deserter Jack is already dead.

The brown-haired woman’s eyes widened.

“I agree.”

Luagarne spoke from behind. I wondered what he was talking about after all the trouble I had brought him.

Encrid was reluctant to intervene.

I know from experience that adding a few more words in situations like this often makes the situation worse.

“Do you have a girlfriend? Maybe Asia?”

“You can be my spiritual partner, and I have a fiancé and a cat in the main unit.”

The brown-haired woman and Luagarne spoke ceaselessly, with Encred between them.

“You’re going too far, sir. Leave me alone.”

Then, right next to me, the man opened his mouth.

He spoke in a deep, whining voice, which did not suit him at all. Even whining so bluntly could be considered a talent.

Then the woman laughed and patted the man on the back.

To Encred’s eyes, it looked really awkward.

The man was of considerable build, though smaller than Audin, and the woman was less than half his size.

The hand tapping the man’s back looked very small.

But of course, that wasn’t all.

Encred’s gaze turned to the palm of the woman who was knocking.

He just threw a gaze of observation without saying anything.

There were calluses on his palms. They were calluses that wouldn’t have formed if he hadn’t held and swung a sword for years.

Encred also looked for the right man.

A large build, a fierce expression, a whiny speech, and an extremely well-trained body with sculpted, well-defined muscles.

The last one I saw was a woman with short blonde hair and sharp eyes.

The woman’s eyes met Encred’s.

The brown-haired woman looked in the direction of Encred’s gaze and spoke.

“Is this your style? You like dangerous things? But you’re really handsome, it must be fun to just look at. Hey, Border Guard guys are great!”

He was the kind of person who didn’t care about what other people thought and only talked about himself. As he spoke, he would tap his glass on the table, and it didn’t sound like a rough noise, but rather like he was tapping it in time, which was an appropriate sound effect.

“This is Encred of the Border Guard.”

Encred introduced himself plainly.

I had long ago given up on clearing up each and every misunderstanding about what Luagarne had said. It didn’t seem like anyone would listen to what I had to say here.

And that didn’t matter.

A woman with brown hair, if you saw her on the street you would have thought she was an ordinary person with an ordinary appearance.

Knight Oara answered while leaning back in his chair, lifting his two front legs, and resting his right arm diagonally on the back of the chair.

“Oara of the Red Cloak Knights.”

Of course, it was a knight.

It was a little different from what Encred had imagined, but judging by the fact that there hadn’t been even the slightest gap since a while ago, the article was right.

“What a provocative friend.”

The short blonde next to me said, spinning a metal glass in her hand.

Encred pictured several scenarios of how he would react if that glass were to fly at him.

It wasn’t intentional, it just came to my mind instinctively.

Having had this experience several times, Encrid quickly realized what was happening.

Why is that glass dangerous?

That was because the short blonde hair showed her will to attack while hiding her life.

It’s a talent Saxony has often shown.

It was an insidiousness that you wouldn’t have felt if you hadn’t sparred with him countless times.

It wasn’t just the glass that was threatening.

The same thing happened with the man’s right hand that went under the table while he was whining.

You’re holding a weapon.

But he didn’t look in that direction. His gaze was still ahead, on Knight Oara.

Encred added intention to his instincts and showed off his momentum on purpose.

It was like that from a while ago. The two of them reacted to that.

But Knight Oara rejected them all. To be exact, he ignored them.

“Leave it alone, unless it’s possessed by an evil spirit that died because it couldn’t fight. I know you can hit a little, but these two are good at hitting too.”

Oara said.

“You are always welcome to come to Dalian.”

Encred said calmly.

“You’re like Millio.”

The man answered, meeting her gaze.

The woman who had been passing the cup around slowly lost her momentum.

Knight Oara smiled broadly and said.

“But he’s really handsome.”

It was a really unpredictable conversation, but Encred knew a lot of people like this.

Rem, Ragnar, Saxony, Audin, etc.

So it was familiar.

“I hear that a lot. Can I ask you a favor?”

“Oh, that obsessive man. He appears a lot in the novels I’m reading these days.”

“I’m a bit persistent. I want to learn a trick from the knight.”

“It has a wicked side, but I like that too.”

If Knight Oara spoke in his own way, then Encred was no exception.

Asia, who was watching from the side, seemed to see parallel lines that would never meet.

“Stop that and let’s talk about work first, Master.”

The knights were also the teachers of all the knights, so they were called masters.

“Oh, work?”

Only then did Encred sit down and listen to something resembling an explanation.

The elusive knight Oara immediately spoke of the prohibition.

“How can you be drinking when you have so much work to do? We don’t even have enough manpower to clean up the mess.”

“Then why are you drinking?”

Prok, who was exploring the unknown, asked with curiosity. Come to think of it, there was no one here who was particularly surprised to see Prok standing behind Encred.

“I am the head of this city and also the lord of the castle.”

Ohara was confident.

Luagarne thought for a moment and then agreed. That could be possible.

As people became higher ups, there were bound to be some who acted a little selfishly. She was quite good at understanding people.

Encred seemed to see a free spirit outside the mold of a knight.

Still, I wasn’t flustered.

How can there be all the same people in the world?

Above all else.

‘It doesn’t matter, does it?’

I also thought this. What’s important is that she’s a knight, and that the skills she has are real.

Plus, he didn’t say anything, but he’s doing something for this city.

It’s something that you can’t know just by observing the article, but you can tell by looking at the attitudes of Asia and others.

Even though she was obviously tired, she respected and admired her opponent.

As a knight and as a person.

I could see the respect that came from the heart that I didn’t easily show even to Krang.

The other two were the same.

It seems like they trust each other beyond respect.

Even though he would tell me I was handsome and show me the same look as before, whether he was drinking or talking nonsense, his eyes and attitude never changed.

You can tell what kind of appearance someone usually has by looking at the attitude of the people around them.

It was a lesson he had learned while wandering the continent. Encred was a human who had taken such lessons to heart, so he naturally did not look down on his opponents.

Just focus on being a knight.

Also, I haven’t forgotten why I came here.

“Isn’t the situation worse than expected?”

Encred was quick to grasp the situation. If he hadn’t been able to do that, it would have been impossible for him to survive until now.

I have committed several acts that border on suicide, such as taking up a sword and running towards my dream.

I had to use everything around me to avoid dying.

It’s the same with survival, and it’s been done in order to somehow make things work out, even when they’re dangerous and difficult.

That experience also helped Encred. It gave him a sense of how to understand the situation.

“Not good.”

Asia nodded and summarized the situation.

“The deserter punks are a problem, but there are three colonies that have sprung up while we were blocking the wave of monsters.”

It wasn’t for nothing that I encountered the harpy casting spells earlier, and it was only natural that I saw a clever demon.

The colony is a way to increase the level of monsters and beasts.

Oara was chewing on golden roasted broccoli.

She acted as if all this was no big deal.

She opened her mouth again, mumbling about with broccoli in her mouth.

“There are quite a few deserters this year.”

“It’s not just that we have a lot of work to do, we’re really short on manpower right now.”

As Asia spoke, Encred pointed out the most crucial point in this whole situation.

It’s true that both the desertion and the colony were issues that had to be resolved, but all of this was after overcoming the waves of monsters coming from the Demon Realm.

Looking at the situation, that was the most dangerous and important thing. Beyond the west was the border of the Demon Realm, and this city was a city to protect that Demon Realm.

“How do you stop the monsters from rushing in from beyond the western gate?”

So I asked.

“I will stop it.”

Ohara’s plain answer came back.

Encred really wanted to see her fight.

There was a knight before my eyes who said he would block the waves of the devil’s realm alone.

Is it something that the Knights of Azpen, the Mercenary King of the East, Ragnar, and Shinar can do?

At least it didn’t feel that way right now.

It sounded like something only an ordinary-looking knight in front of me could do.

“Can I take a look?”

“When you’re done with your work, I’ll let you watch from the front row. But you have to take care of yourself, and if I kill you, half of the women in the world will become my enemies.”

Oara finally cracked a joke. Encrid also finished adjusting and answered.

“If it’s dangerous, won’t you protect me?”

Oara laughed out loud again at the unexpected answer.

As I laughed, “Poohahaha,” the man next to me curled his lips and said,

“Are you hitting me hard?”

It seemed like there was a standard for measuring skill here, just as a joke.

By those standards, Encred might have become the greatest knight on the continent.

“It’s okay.”

A short, blond-haired sergeant of smaller stature than Oara nodded.

“Asia, take care of the work. I’m drunk today.”

As Oara finished speaking, Asia lowered her head. Oara straightened her chair with a “thud” and emptied the glass in her hand.

That was the end of the meeting. When I came out, Luagarne asked me.

“How is it?”

It was a completely different story, but I quickly understood that he was asking about that feeling after reading the article.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know?”

“I’ll have to see to know.”

I was curious about her fight. I was even more curious about her sword. What are her tactics? What is her skill as a knight? Knights are not all the same. Each one has a different path to follow. Now I know that.

so.

‘I can’t guess without seeing it.’

I really wanted to see the knight’s sword, which did not seem to have even a hint of intimidation on the outside.

The desire boiled over.

A thirst that is not quenched even after receiving four knight-level swords.

However, instead of showing impatience, he blossomed with enthusiasm.

‘If this is talent too.’

Luagarne, who was watching Encred, became very curious about what would happen if this man really became a knight and used Will like a knight.

It was something completely unpredictable.

It seemed like we were reaching our limit right now.

That would be more fun. Making something happen that wasn’t meant to happen and not being able to imagine the end.

Luagarne felt a thrill that would have given a human shiver.

Her skin turned red instead of goosebumps, a characteristic of Frock. She was moved alone.

I will do my best for that.

Luagarne made up her mind.

Asia’s eyes were tired, but she didn’t make any excuses about Lord Oara.

She knew Encred.

He wasn’t the type of person to ignore or look down on others by showing this kind of attitude.

Rather, I wonder if it wouldn’t be better if they showed curiosity and wanted to learn something from me.

As expected, he still showed that kind of appearance.

Dunbakel asked while listening from the side.

“Are you going into the devil’s realm?”

He didn’t look scared, but I could sense a hint of worry. On the contrary, he tried to look more calm. It was an attitude of trying to hide his fear.

“When I get the chance.”

Encred said it bluntly. If he hadn’t expected that, he wouldn’t have come this far.

Dunbakel swallowed hard to keep himself from making a sound. He felt like running away even though he hadn’t done anything yet.

“Well, I guess I should call this a list of requests to be resolved. There are more than one or two. If I could resolve even half of them, I’d feel relieved.”

“say it.”

Asia did as Encred said.

There were two main streams of requests.

One is a deserter.

They said it was particularly bad this year.

It was natural for Encred to see many deserters. The fighting was so deadly that if you failed, you would die, and the supplies were not solid, nor were the salaries high.

Compared to the Border Guard soldiers, it wasn’t even half.

I think this is said to be more than the number of soldiers from other regions?

If that’s the case, then we should at least lock up the soldiers so they don’t escape.

“Would those guys be able to fight properly?” said Lord Oara.

Encred roughly understood the methods of Lord Oara.

Only those who are willing to fight are left behind. Only those who know how to fight properly and have a strong will.

Otherwise, it would be broken anyway and wouldn’t be able to fight properly.

The human mind is not that strong.

If you stand on the edge of death for too long, you’re bound to break down.

The fear of dying tomorrow and the life of constantly changing desk mates.

To prevent that, it was necessary to take a proper rest.

It wasn’t for nothing that the Border Guard took turns fighting the Azpen with two battalions in the past.

It was to avoid continuous combat. Combat fatigue tends to eat away at the mind before the body.

Even before we heard about the second problem, the demon colony, Asia complained.

“There were two troublemakers among the deserters, the worst of which was a guy named Jack the Knife. He raided the rear supply convoy.”

Thousand Bricks was a land where not a single grain of wheat grew. It was difficult to get food through hunting or other means, and everything depended on supplies. But then a caravan sent from the capital was attacked by a deserter.

There are some guys who desert and run away quietly, but he said it’s rare to see such crazy guys.

They were guys who were trying to steal something and run away.

I wondered why, but it turned out that more than half of the soldiers who were drafted rather than volunteered were criminals.

The bad guys among them quickly gathered the crowd and tried to make a fuss and then run away.

“I think it would be better to start by dealing with that kid.”

Asia spoke of Jack the Sword’s appearance, and Encred answered.

“I think I killed him on the way here.”