A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 446



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446. What is Milio’s dream?

“What is swordsmanship?”

After the sparring, Oara asked. It was the front yard of a house that could be called a training ground.

Encred was on one knee, clutching his stomach.

I avoided the vertical sword strike and the subsequent thrust.

It was a sword strike I had seen several times. I was able to avoid it once I activated my evasion instinct.

He dodged the sword strike, but immediately after he swung his sword, Oara dodged into his arms and struck his stomach with her palm.

The impact went through my gut and into my back. I was lucky I didn’t vomit blood or feel sick.

Of course, it was an attack with Will in it, but the movement was simple. It was extremely simple.

“Think about what you need to do to overcome your opponent.”

Encred nodded. When he saluted, Oara smiled brightly again and turned away.

Encred chewed over what Oara had said. It didn’t really hit home.

Oara came the next day too.

“You don’t understand what I’m saying, do you? That’s strange. Your body should be able to react on its own to that extent.”

The brown-haired knight tilted his head and continued speaking as if it didn’t matter.

“Don’t you think you know too much? Every water jug ​​overflows when it’s full, and you can’t drink the water that’s overflowing.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Just swing it as much as you need at the right time. That’s all. You have to keep that in mind.”

There was no lightning-like realization in my head, but I understood what Oara had said.

‘Is it a problem if you have too much?’

Ohara said something similar again.

“If you only look at the technical part, there are more than enough. Throw away what you need to throw away.”

She was firm, and Encred was troubled. It might have been the perfect advice for him right now.

But why is it that I don’t feel like doing it right away?

I don’t know. It was just a feeling. I didn’t feel like it.

As I turned my gaze, I saw Rem sharpening the axe blade with care.

Slurp.

The sound of the whetstone hitting the axe blade rang out clearly. It was a clear sound.

Sweat beaded on Rem’s forehead. He was extremely loyal. It was rare to see Rem working so hard.

Aren’t you putting in a lot more passion and effort than when you’re teasing Ragnar or harassing the soldiers?

Slurp.

The sound I’ve been hearing nonstop for the past few days has been ringing in my ears.

“Rem.”

“Can’t you see that I’m busy?”

Rem answered without even looking away. Encred stood in a position that secretly blocked the sunlight. A shadow covered Rem’s head.

“Am I greedy?”

Srrrrung, he placed the whetstone against the axe blade and ground it. Rem answered, repeating the action.

“You call that talking?”

It was a sincere attitude. Also, it was a tone of voice that seemed like an obvious answer.

To Encred, it sounded like a request to throw away something that didn’t even sound like a question.

Encred also took his seat next to Rem and drew his Aker, Sparkle, and Gladius, and began to clean them with flaxseed oil. The blades gleamed in the sunlight.

“Crunch!”

Right next to him, Dunbakel was working out his muscles, snorting.

Luagarne swung her loop sword on one side and the whip wrapped around her waist.

He said that he was trying to raise his senses because he felt like he had lost his senses.

He said it was to let him experience the fighting style of Prok.

It was a story to look forward to.

I cleaned my sword and checked the number of whistle daggers I had. Since there were three left, I sharpened the dagger blades as well.

He checked the throwing axe and the frame of his circular shield, checking each one to make sure nothing had been damaged by the humid air, and then swung his sword in his spare time.

I also went out in the evening to deal with the remaining colonies.

The rest were a bunch of ghouls.

It was a spitting ghoul that was hard to see anywhere outside of the border of the demon realm.

Spitting bodily fluids from the mouth was obviously unpleasant to look at, and it was also not okay to get hit because it was a poison that would emit smoke and corrode even iron.

The ghoul was dealt with by Luagarne.

He took a whip and snapped her neck from three steps away.

The Proks were called a battle race, and Luagarne proved it.

“Is this the end of the colony?”

Dunbakel said. She looked like she wanted to turn back, but Encrid ignored her.

When I came back, I enjoyed the daily life of Thousand Bricks.

In the meantime, Oara went out of the city once and came back with black blood all over her body.

“I came here to take care of the spiderlings that were gathering.”

It looked like a light warm-up.

“Thank you, you handsome and special guy. Since I don’t have to deal with the rear, I can take preemptive action.”

She is a knight who can kill a thousand men alone. She went out alone as if she were going out to drink and killed dozens of monsters.

Next to him were two courtiers.

A big man and a small woman.

“His face may be a little bit inferior to mine, but his skills are good. I admit it.”

The man speaks.

“You can ignore what this kid says.”

The woman also spoke.

Encred looked at the two.

These two were also quite skilled. The same goes for Oliver, an arm wrestler who was a member of the Knights Templar.

The man standing behind me pretended to know me with his eyes.

Encred thought of them as straight, upright people who were not pretentious.

They were people who lived without any hesitation.

I have no hesitation in sharing stories, jokes, etc. that are inside me.

‘It would have been fun if Sinar had come with us.’

Don’t you enjoy joking too?

Asia has been responsible for the security of the city.

Since there were no raiding groups, it was as if there was nothing else to do.

After drinking, Aara didn’t leave the house for two days. The reason was unknown.

Encred also sparred with a few soldiers in the meantime.

It was the evening after a few days of being like that. The sun was setting and the glow of the sunset was hanging at the edge of the sky.

There is a moment when you cannot tell the difference between a dog and a wolf when standing in a dimly lit place.

Zzzzzz.

The cicadas are crying.

A skewered piece of meat was sizzling over the bonfire that Dunbakel had lit.

Rem sprinkled salt and spices on it, and Luagarne puffed out her cheeks in pleasure as she chewed the bug.

Ohara came back then. And they sparred again, and at the end of it she said.

“This is a bit novel.”

“Is that so?”

“Are you stubborn?”

“I’m a bit stubborn.”

“You’re stubborn.”

Rem chuckled and joined in.

“You’re good at reading people.”

“I agree.”

Luagarne also added a word. Dunbakel opened his mouth, but looked into Encred’s eyes and chewed his meat instead of speaking.

Rain, rain.

I ate well.

Encrid didn’t bother making excuses.

I’m not stubborn, but I have strong thoughts.

It was something that didn’t need the approval of others.

“I can tell for sure by looking at your eyes. You have madness.”

If it weren’t for the article about Oh Ara, I would have said something that would have been outrageous without a second thought.

Rem was now laughing hysterically.

“They are rivals.”

What was so exciting was something to ask later.

That wasn’t something the most insane person in the unit would say.

“I’ve never met someone like you before. It’s fun.”

Oara turned around after receiving a piece of meat. She also gave it a thumbs up, saying it was well cooked.

All of this conversation took place after facing Oara’s sword with the sunset behind her.

That is, the sparring was over. Encred was lying on the floor.

I guess it wasn’t bad.

“It wasn’t bad.”

“Luagarine said. Frock puffed out his cheeks slightly and continued. I thought the puffiness must be an expression of joy.

“To be honest, I was surprised.”

“If you keep being surprised by things like that, it’s never-ending. When I teach, I get surprised more than a dozen times a day.”

Rem, who had been laughing for a long time, now spoke with a calm attitude. Luagarne reacted to the ending of his words, which seemed to have something to say.

“What’s so surprising?”

It was a question asked out of pure curiosity.

“Because crazy people only do crazy things.”

Rem answered, looking at the stars in the sky as if he were a wise man. At that moment, he seemed to be a man who had mastered something.

Of course it was just bullshit.

Encrid was complicated and messy, so Oara said to throw it away, but I didn’t like it.

Is it necessary to give up your life, something that has protected you, in order to move forward?

I asked myself and then answered myself again.

I don’t want to do that.

So instead of throwing it away, I held on to it.

To be exact, they merged.

I remembered doing it once before, and I had already done it naturally a few times, so it wasn’t difficult.

It all started with what I learned from Saxony.

‘Whether it’s a sense of avoidance, a realm of intuition, or a sense of attack.’

It’s all about the senses. Saxony called it the art of the senses.

Did Saxony share all of this?

No. He was natural. Then why can’t he be like that too?

It’s a change of perspective.

And it happened.

Everyone who saw Encred said he was a worthless talent and there was not even a repeat of today, but he did it. He did it.

Encrid was so proud of that.

It was a shame that it didn’t work out for Aura right away.

“That’s because it hasn’t been polished yet.”

Rem offered some advice. After finishing the meat, he took out the axe and whetstone again and said.

“If you do that, the axe blade will wear out.”

“Don’t worry. I’m doing it while watching everything. Who do you think is a stupid fool?”

These days, the person Rem harbors the greatest hostility towards is Ragna.

It’s probably because he was teased for being on top of the article.

As if he wasn’t under Encred for nothing, Ragna teased Rem in various ways.

“Savage, that’s not it. That’s not how you eat. Eating like that won’t improve your skills. Stick your fork in the right way.”

Even during meals, it was like this, so it said it all.

“When attacking, it strikes like a storm, and when defending, it stands firm like a solid rock mountain.”

After that, Aura gave me a few more teachings. Then one afternoon she asked me again.

“You’re going to be a knight?”

“yes.”

Encred answered, his sword hanging down. There was no strength in his left arm. It was because of the attack with will, which Oara called a grab.

If the mercenary king’s bull had put weight on the sword.

Just a touch of Oara’s black sword made the muscles in his arms tingle.

Of course, this also quickly returned to normal after a while.

The Will of Rejection was activated and Oara slowly pushed away the Will she had placed there.

Oara was a little surprised when she saw that.

You’re doing something strange, aren’t you?

Those were the eyes.

And that’s what I was asking now.

Are you going to be a knight?

“I have no doubts about it. You’re good. You’re handsome, and I like your attitude. Then, shall I give you some advice?”

“I will listen with gratitude.”

His words were calm, but his eyes sparkled. Oara really liked those blue eyes.

Otherwise, there would be no reason to waste time sparring.

Do you like him as a man? I like his face, but more than that, he’s the kind of guy who does things that make people’s hearts flutter.

“If you want to become a knight, first decide what categories you will protect.”

As she spoke, Ara turned her back to the sun. Shadows fell over her face. Even so, the smile on her face was still clearly visible.

Is your face beautiful? Are your features distinct? Is your jawline graceful?

If we are only judging by the face, Shinar, who has extraordinary beauty, would be more outstanding. Esther, who also exudes a mysterious aura, would be more outstanding.

In terms of human beauty, the woman of the Marquis of Baisar was also excellent.

Was your name Kin?

She was probably the kind of woman who would throw a fit of rage if she found out Encred had forgotten her name again.

She was full of life.

In terms of liveliness, Dunbakel was also quite active.

This is separate from the musty smell caused by not washing.

There was also Teresa, who gave off a solid and stable feeling.

Still, Aura was different from everyone else.

It might have been natural, since what she was showing now was not attraction to the opposite sex.

“I want to be arrogant, but I’m right here. The things I’m going to protect, this city, the people behind me. That’s it. That’s my category.”

A knight establishes his beliefs with his will.

That belief became both a constraint and a pledge for the knight.

“This city will not fall as long as I protect it. I will not even allow the devil to approach.”

Smiling Oara.

That was her nickname as a knight.

It was unusual for a tinnitus. Asia told Oara why she had such tinnitus.

He said that because he was a person who never lost his smile at any moment.

Oara didn’t ask a question, but Encred already had the answer.

That’s why I answered.

What are the categories that must be protected?

“Everything that is visible and on your mind.”

“huh?”

Oara blinked as the rain began to fall heavily, her back to the sun. Her smile seemed to have faded a little.

Then she smiled brightly again and said,

“You are really crazy.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s so arrogant. But whatever, I do what I want.”

I was planning on doing that anyway.

“The request is complete, so you may return. Encred of the Border Guard.”

“I’m going to stay here a little longer because I’m worried about this place right now.”

“I guess I can’t stop that.”

Ohara suddenly disappeared.

Encred watched the falling rain cool the ground before gathering his gear and going inside.

Rem was still seen sharpening the axe blade.

The next day, a familiar face among the crowd of soldiers came looking for Encrid.

“It’s Millio. In case you forgot.”

He was a soldier with a solid impression rather than a sharp one. He was the soldier who guided us through the city after Asia, and he was the person I wanted to learn from.

“I’ve been busy lately because I didn’t have a password. Please help me out.”

Encred did just that. He beat up Milio.

He came the next day, and the day after that.

It rained for two days straight and his face was covered in mud as he rolled around in the mud, but Millio was diligent.

Encrid felt as if the air around him had suddenly become stale.

It was dawn on a day when the rain had stopped.

Milio came early.

“I have work during the day. That’s why I came at this time.”

Milio wasn’t the only one who came to Encred during that time.

There were quite a few other soldiers too. They were all of high standard.

I also felt something while looking at those things.

‘Excessive troops?’

There were a knight and two sub-knights stationed here, and four squires.

Besides Oliver, there are three more squires.

Even if you exclude my group and Asia, it’s the same.

They were all skilled enough to be close to the rank of knight.

The level of soldiers there was also high. They were soldiers who had become strong through repeated combat and were not inferior to the Border Guard at all.

While the Border Guard’s main focus was fighting Azpen, the only difference here was that their purpose was to block the Demonic Realm; they were battle-hardened soldiers.

However, the numbers are not large.

So is it common to use this number to block the invasion of the demon realm?

No way. It can’t be. The existence of the article would have made it possible.

The quality of the soldiers would have made up for the rest.

So it’s not that there are too many troops concentrated here, it’s that this place is dangerous.

So I didn’t want to leave.

Let me add one thing here: each and every soldier had a purpose in his heart.

Duty, responsibility, mission.

Among them, soldier Millioran was more special.

“What is your goal?”

To Encred’s question, he blushed slightly and scratched his cheek in response.

“I want to take Lord Oara as my wife.”

This kid has really wild dreams.

Listening to him, he was twenty-five this year. I thought he was thirty-five just by looking at his face, but he was still relatively young, and he looked at the knight who was at least ten years older than him.

But Encred cheered because it was a wild dream. He himself was dreaming an absurd dream and moving forward.

There was no way Millio could have prevented that from happening.

“Cheer up.”

“That’s what’s happening.”

It was two days after Encred had supported Millio’s dream.