A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 448



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448. Lucky Day

“It was a light wave.”

These were the words of Oara, who returned after killing Ghuula.

The cries of a ghoul that seemed to rise from the depths of the earth.

A scale that will make you dizzy the moment you see it.

The existence of Ghullah with extendable arms.

A normal person would have panicked, but Encred couldn’t help but acknowledge Oara’s words.

Four squires, two knights, and one knight.

This force displayed overwhelming fighting power.

Encred had noticed something else, too. It was the form of tactics this city had.

‘The squire and the knight form a wall, and the knight intercepts.’

It was a simple but effective tactic that clearly divided the roles of shield and spear.

All other soldiers will focus on long-range shooting.

All the soldiers on the walls were carrying longbows, and the bows were of the highest quality, made from ground up horse bones.

It was like a turtle sticking its head out through the castle wall as its shell.

The turtle shoots an arrow instead of taking a risk.

The rest can be finished when the article is finished.

Didn’t you prove that a little while ago?

Oara barely managed to kill Ghuula with one swing of his sword and leisurely returned.

Not even bathed in black blood, he had to briefly separate the heads of dozens of grilled beasts from his body after swinging his sword several times as he passed through the battlefield and returned.

Of course, reattaching a fallen head was a feat that even a troll could not do, so no ghoul could reattach a head.

“These little bastards, I’m going to kill them all someday. I’m going to clear out the demonic realm and plant orange trees there!”

Oara said with a refreshing smile, revealing her upper teeth and raising her cheekbones.

Being able to say those words and smile brightly was also an ability.

‘Isn’t that why Ara is smiling?’

A soldier who survived the monster’s onslaught knelt inside the gate and roared.

“I survived!”

Oara giggled when she saw that. The same goes for Squire Net and the two knights. Everyone lived with laughter.

Encred also laughed.

It was fun and impressive.

“They are funny people.”

And Luagarne’s honest evaluation.

“Well, it’s nice to see.”

Rem’s sympathy.

“Aren’t you going home?”

Dunbakel’s evasive instinct.

Encred listened to all of this, but did not take his eyes off Aura and those standing around her.

Paralock.

The red cloak fluttered in the wind.

This is evidence of the Knights Templar.

Oara, the backbone of the knights, felt the gaze and looked at Encred. She spoke as she faced the blowing wind.

“Let’s fight together next time.”

Encred nodded.

* * *

“Hey, I got some bread!”

Oara was still cheerful and lively, walking around the market, greeting people, and eating slightly burnt brown bread.

“Is he a funny guy? I don’t know. But one thing is for sure. I can’t tell.”

Asia would come over to play and say things like that.

“Shall we have a round of sparring?”

“If you think of me as the old Asia, you’ll get a big nosebleed.”

Encred reflexively opened his mouth to speak to Rem, but held it back.

“Why? Didn’t you have something to say?”

Asia noticed the expression and asked.

“no.”

Encred answered and took up his sword. It was a normal duel, a duel to check what he had.

If we can unite the senses, wouldn’t other things be possible?

Heart of the Beast, Heart of Monstrous Strength, Teaching Giants, A Fistful of Breath.

What Rem taught was also a mountain.

Was it Rem’s intention to name the technique, or was it for something else?

‘To teach.’

I didn’t know that might be the case.

Since I wasn’t confident in my explanation, I started by giving it a name and defining it.

When you look at Rem, you can see something new. Everything he taught you naturally flows out of your body. The skills and crafts that were trained in the realm of instinct burst out of you.

Some of Encred’s ideas came naturally, and some didn’t.

Then, we can start by letting everything come out naturally.

“What are you looking at?”

The western savage, who was suspected of being driven out because he was crazy, continued to sharpen his axe blade. Before he knew it, the whetstone was now on its third change.

‘I just swing my sword.’

If you need strength, use strength.

If it was a moment that called for boldness, then that was all there was to it.

Encrid spent his time putting together the things that Oara had told him to throw away, one by one.

“So you’re going to go your own way? That’s not a bad thing either.”

Oh Ara did not say that her words were correct.

When ten people gather, each one takes on a different color. When a hundred people gather, it is the same.

Is it any different because he’s a knight?

Ragnar is different, and the Mercenary King is different.

So Encred himself will be different.

Maybe this was what I needed, some time to sort out what I had.

It was dawn. Unexpectedly, Rem came out before Encred.

As I was recalling one thing after another that I had realized through the recovery, Rem said:

“Not bad.”

The dawn before daybreak was darker. The surroundings were pitch black.

The air here was still sticky, perhaps because of the magic, but the wind had become noticeably colder than before.

Rem looked up at the dark sky, placed one hand on his waist, and watched the stars fading away.

When the sun rose, the stars would disappear.

Of course, the same was true of the two moons that illuminated the night.

“Do you remember Utkiora?”

Rem asked. Encred lowered the tip of his sword and nodded in response.

“They say that the darkest moment is before dawn.”

“Yeah, but I think that’s something I need to hear too.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have to go west.”

Are you saying you’re going and coming back?

Or am I going to go find my place now?

Rem didn’t know either. To be honest, I thought I would have to go there to find out. There wasn’t something big that made me leave my hometown. Of course, there were things like that, but it would be a lie to say that there wasn’t an impulsive part.

If I had to give a reason.

‘I told you, it’s not fun there.’

Should I say that I went out to find fun?

But it’s fun to be around that crazy bastard. It was the same even then.

To Rem, this city is like a candle in the wind. It will collapse if the wind blows even a little stronger.

The knight was holding onto that.

Why does the author protect the city so much? I don’t really want to ask the reason here.

Instead, Rem thought back to the place where she was born and raised.

There must have been people guarding what he left behind.

I wanted to go back and ask them.

Although the stray kittens and the feral cat kittens had been a source of inspiration, Rem also knew that it was time to look back on what she had left behind.

It was my heart, not my head, that spoke.

“Or so.”

Encred answered calmly. He was not the type of person to hold on to things by force in the first place.

“Damn, come on. I feel like it. I’m going to play with you today.”

Rem held up the sharpened axe blade with a big smile on his face.

Even in the darkness of the early morning, the axe blade glowed softly.

“Did you get sicker because you came close to the demon realm? Then you need treatment.”

Encred also answered, raising his sword.

Aker also revealed his body through the darkness of dawn.

Rem was delighted by Encred’s provocation.

“If you take teasing your beak as your standard, the captain would be the best on the continent.”

“Okay, let’s treat it.”

The treatment was similar to the persuasion that Encred mainly used.

So, light contact would be necessary. If necessary, a slight cut with a blade to draw a little blood could also be part of the treatment.

Just as you would cut into the flesh to drain the pus from a boil, Rem also needs to cut into his head a little.

“I thought you were telling me to open my mouth a little, but I didn’t understand.”

Rem spoke and moved. She was already moving when she uttered the word ‘understand.’

To Encred, the axe appeared to disappear from his sight and then fall directly onto his head.

earth!

Of course, I blocked it.

It was a normal duel. However, Encrid seemed to have regressed compared to before.

It was a process of mixing and combining what I had without using everything.

Just as proper bread needs fermentation to be baked, Encred also needed time.

Rem knew that too, but he still pushed on fiercely.

It’s natural for your skills to improve when you feel a life-threatening crisis.

Still, it was really slow.

“It’s so fucking slow.”

Rem complained as before.

Encred spent a few more days doing similar tasks, alternating between sparring with Rem, Luagarne, and Aesia.

Milio’s dream remained, and he would occasionally visit Encred.

“Never give up, soldier. No matter what others say.”

“… …Does it seem that hopeless?”

Although Milio would sometimes react sullenly to the heartfelt cheering, he never gave up.

I often wandered around the city of Oara.

Encred was able to easily match the cavalry of Oara, not just Asia, during that time.

“I don’t do things like sparring.”

The short blonde said my skills weren’t suited for sparring, so the only one left was the big guy.

“This is used for crushing and smashing.”

He said this while pulling out a gray blunt weapon. The handle was similar to that of a greatsword, but thicker. It was worth it.

The hands were that big.

It seemed that his hands were bigger than Audin’s.

“It seems like everyone here uses nicknames?”

Encred asked, roughly estimating the distance.

“Well, there are some that soldiers used to listen to to cheer them up, but you probably know the basics. Will is a will. A nickname can be used to embody the imagery needed to summon that will.”

“Then what is your nickname?”

“People call me Crusher Roman.”

Encred thought about his unit members and gave them nicknames.

Audín praying.

Saxony, who secretly pokes.

Ragnar gets lost.

Rem is fucking crazy.

It was appropriate.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Encred noticed something very peculiar in Roman’s movements.

Every movement was sloppy and awkward. There were too many gaps.

From the beginning, the battle itself was designed with the armor on the body in mind, and it was specialized for fighting monsters.

However, I felt that it had many shortcomings. It looked like it would spurt out blood if you pricked it deeply.

“I’m not joking around. I’ll do this right this once.”

At the end of the duel, Roman smiled, took a few breaths, and then swung his sword downwards.

hook.

It’s a disappearing club.

Encred saw Ragnar’s black lightning for a moment, thought of the Mercenary King’s bull, and was reminded of the time when the Azpen Knight stabbed his heart.

Lastly, Oara went forward and even killed Ghuula.

The downward strike that Roman had just shown was within the realm of a knight.

Encred concentrated and concentrated until he caught the sound of the club.

It was a speed that would be impossible to keep up with unless you had been struck by Ragna’s black lightning countless times.

The gray light faded away and flew towards my shoulder.

Encred’s sword moved.

Boom, tdddddddd!

Even though I was simultaneously countering with Aker, supporting with Gladius, and deflecting to the side, not everything went as planned.

Encrid was pushed back, releasing the remaining shock.

“How is it?”

Roman asked. Roman’s expression as he asked was not very good.

The look of unreason was obvious.

“What did you do?”

Roman liked the man in front of him more than he had expected. Not only was he good at fighting, but he was also a man who fit the spirit of Thousand Bricks.

Let’s die laughing.

Even if I die tomorrow, let’s train today.

That’s the spirit.

So that’s why I showed you this too.

“Don’t tell me.”

However, I cannot reveal my secrets in detail.

Encred found Roman’s reaction refreshing.

Now, instead of the guys who used to tell me everything, I see them as my competitors.

It was understandable that the short blonde didn’t want to fight him.

She has mastered the art of killing, so even if they spar, she will lose ten out of ten fights.

That’s why I did that because I didn’t want to lose.

“Is that so?”

Encred didn’t feel sorry. Quite the opposite. A faint smile spread across his face.

“You seem like a pervert.”

Roman left after saying those words.

“That’s right.”

Encred heard Luagarne agree with those words, but it did not even register in his ears.

Clearly, Encred defeated Roman during their duel, showing his basic skills.

It wasn’t overwhelming, and it wasn’t a fight in the realm of do-or-die territory, but if you fought properly, conservatively, you could win eighteen out of ten times.

But the downward strike that Roman showed at the end was different.

It was similar to that in the article.

How can that be?

It was a problem worth thinking about.

When he opened his eyes the next day, Encrid felt unusually light.

Basically, eat well, sleep well, and poop well to always check and maintain your physical condition.

But even so, there were days when things were noticeably better.

Today was like that.

The sun was high and the sticky air had cleared, making it easier to breathe.

The air near the Demon Realm was somehow stuffy and made breathing difficult, but today was not the case at all.

A refreshing breeze blew.

It was a day that was neither cold nor hot.

After washing and training, I was hungry and went out when a soldier who was baking bread came up to me from across the street and handed me some bread.

“This is the best I’ve baked in years.”

It was white bread with warm steam rising from it.

Western-style baked bread was yellow on the outside but white and chewy on the inside.

I cut it in half, put it in my mouth, and chewed it. The savory and salty flavors were in harmony, and the subtle savory taste made me nod my head.

“It was really well cooked?”

“Didn’t you say it was well cooked?”

The soldier who gave me the bread was one of the soldiers I had become close with recently. He smiled blandly and walked away.

Millio approached me, carrying a spear, a longbow, and a quiver, as if he was on his way to work, and spoke to me.

“It’s a beautiful day. It’s a rare day in the brick city. Let’s go to the west wall. You’ll see a spectacular view.”

“Is that so?”

“You should definitely go.”

Encred took a step forward at the words of Milio as he walked away. Dawn was breaking.

I went to the west wall, placed my hand on the railing that didn’t easily collect dust, and climbed up the stairs.

There are some familiar faces and some unfamiliar faces on the wall. A soldier with a familiar face nods to me and pretends to recognize me.

After nodding roughly, I looked up at the sky.

Milio was right.

From the top of the ramparts, the rising sun in the east seemed to push away the ominous darkness created by the magic.

The dawn’s magic created a thick gray fog, and the sunlight broke through it, smashing and crushing it as it went forward.

It was spectacular.

The waves of sunlight seemed to break the land created by the demonic spirit.

It was a sight that could not be seen every day, but only once around this time when the weather was changing.

It’s a truly spectacular sight.

After admiring the mysterious changes in nature for a while.

Encred picked up some silver coins on his way back.

The food I ate that day was exceptionally delicious, and the beer was exceptionally refreshing and rich.

Great views, silver coins, and delicious food.

It was fun and all the changes in my mind carried over into the training.

There was a feeling for every swing of the sword, and the sword went as intended.

Today was a very fulfilling, satisfying, and lucky day.

And after the sunset disappeared, Oara came.

“Didn’t you say that my grandfather built the castle gate before?”

That’s what it was.

“Let’s talk, it’s a nice day.”

In some ways, it’s a trivial story, but in other ways, it’s a story that allows us to get to know each other.

Those were the kinds of stories. Encrid personally thought it wasn’t a bad time.