A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 399



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399. Also for my shining hero

Learvan, one of the squad leaders of the Royal Army’s Capital Defense Corps, knew Encred. They had spent several months together when he was in the capital.

Of course I recognized the face.

Isn’t it a face that’s hard to forget once you see it?

Encred came into Rearvan’s sight at the front, and the conversation he had with him naturally came to mind.

“You want to become a knight?”

Laughed.

“It’s better to find another way.”

I also gave some serious advice.

There was no answer. Encred just swung his sword. He was always there.

Even if it rains or snows.

“Teach me how to use the sword.”

He was also a man who never stopped begging for teachings.

It was amazing how confident he looked.

There are more and more people who laugh at him.

The number of people who ostracize him has also increased.

There was even one time when a mercenary who had just taken up a sword joined us.

The mercenary group usually gathered at a bar, where Encred was also.

The novice swordsman, who was hesitant at first, quickly improved his skills.

He was a talented guy.

He quickly surpassed Encred’s skills and toyed with him through sparring.

“No, you’re still at this level, swinging your sword like that? I don’t understand. Shouldn’t you just quit?”

The face of the guy laughing and giggling was vivid in my memory.

What was that kid’s name?

I couldn’t remember the name. But I clearly remembered the look Encred had on his face.

Encred was neither angry nor despairing. He was calm. He was calm and composed.

Was it the speed?

Didn’t it rot and rot and rot again?

I watched. I didn’t watch with any intention. I was just interested.

He swung his sword the next day too.

There are more and more people who look down on him.

“Why do you keep hanging around that guy?”

There were some who said something after seeing that kind of rearguard. It wasn’t necessarily to protect Encred.

“Isn’t that your job?”

It’s just bad luck that a bunch of people I don’t like to see have gathered together.

Even after that, Encred didn’t change.

Even if I get beaten to the point of death.

Even if I get caught by another guy.

He swung his sword again and again.

For what.

‘article?’

Does that make any sense?

What kind of knight is a third-rate, or at best second-rate, swordsman?

Among those whose talents reached the heavens and were called geniuses, there is only a handful.

That’s the article.

“Wake up.”

Rearban said it half with pity, but of course he didn’t listen.

At that time, Encrid was quite famous.

Childish sense of justice and recklessness.

A talent that cannot be replaced.

It alone replaced the name Encrid.

Rearban looked at the enemy soldiers lined up in the distance.

The first thought that came to mind when I saw that group was ‘Run away’.

‘It’s no match for me.’

It was an overwhelming force. A refined army. The Count’s army, now called the rebel army. They were the ones who would soon fight him.

This is a fact that I can tell from my long experience as a mercenary and my career in the capital defense force.

If you fight here, you die.

It’s a dog’s death.

‘Why am I standing here?’

As an expression of childish sense of justice?

Or are you just obsessed with a few gold coins?

Or something else.

There wasn’t really any great reason for me to give up my life as a mercenary.

I got a wife and had a child.

There was a woman who talked about love while looking at flower petals and the moon.

There was a child who called himself dad.

“Why on earth are you doing that? Your palm is busted.”

I asked Encred. Why did he do that?

Why do you train while risking your life?

Why don’t you back down even though you’re being hit like that?

Deep down, I knew the answer.

It’s protection.

Protect those who stand behind you. Do not turn away from honor. Establish your convictions.

The words that Encred used to say while saving people with recklessness.

Things that were screamed out with their bodies without having to say anything.

When Learvan was cleaning up what had happened at the palace, he saw several corpses.

There was once a son of a bitch who beat up Encred and did all sorts of things to him.

The man who had been persecuting and pushing people in the name of being an instructor was lying on the floor, torn into pieces.

‘Should I say he died well?’

The name of the killer is Encred.

It is a name that represents Hanmihan’s talent.

Rearvan’s eyes were dazzled, even though the sunlight wasn’t blinding him.

There are people in the world who shine so brightly that we dare not look at them.

It doesn’t matter whether you call him a hero or a shining star.

Standing alone in my place and proving myself.

‘Encred.’

I just kept repeating the name in my head.

I saw him standing up and fighting. It was clear. It was dazzling, but there was no hindrance in looking at him.

Rearban’s eyes could not tell where the battle was going. However, he knew one thing.

It was intense. It was endlessly intense. It was as if his life itself had been thrown away.

Blood spurts. Sparks light up the sky.

The man who had been fighting Encred dropped his sword and drew his sidearm from his waist and swung it. It was a machete. Encred returned the blow with the sword he was holding.

Ugh!

There was a loud noise. The impact seemed to spread out in concentric circles.

Goosebumps were running through his head. Every single hair on his body stood on end. Leavan forgot how frustrated he was at seeing the enemy and just stared at Encred’s back.

He was alone. He was blocking the path of the enemy who did not dare to fight alone, cutting down many of them, and then swinging his sword at the enemy who came forward.

A ray of light burst between the two as they clashed.

Encred’s body flew backwards and rolled. The opponent only took a few steps backwards.

Encrid rolled away. He was not a human who would stop just because he had fallen. Learvan knew that.

thud.

Rearvan hit the floor with his spear.

thud.

Then he repeated the movement.

“For Naurilia.”

He hummed. Words that would not be heard. Words that would not reach. Words just for himself.

I am here for my country, my people, my wife, my children, for everything.

You have to protect the person behind you.

In time with Rearban’s movements, the surrounding soldiers began to strike the ground with their spears one by one.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The off beat naturally fits. It wasn’t something the commander ordered. They were all just moved by the fight that was happening right before their eyes.

‘And also for my shining hero.’

Rearban muttered to himself and hit the floor with his spear.

And then Encrid, who had fallen, got up.

It seemed like something was being said between the two, but I couldn’t hear it.

Thud, thud, thud.

All that could be heard was the sound of the spear hitting the ground.

* * *

As they continued to push forward without stopping, Lebart was the first to bring out the variable.

He put down his sword and swung a machete.

Encrid neither slowed down nor took a breath.

He threw Silver away as it was. Although the posture was not perfect, it was a sword strike that burst the heart of a great power.

It was a swordsmanship that had power beyond human limits.

That’s how the two weapons met.

The moment the blades met, an invisible pressure arose from the machete’s blade and struck his abdomen and chest.

It was too sudden and close to spill.

Encred bit his molars and took the blow with his body, finally bringing down the sword.

That was the result now.

Your body flies backwards and your opponent takes a few steps back.

For Encrid, who had fallen, the world seemed to be spinning.

I quickly regained my balance as I realized that my body had been thrown backwards.

However, even though I stood up, the sky was still spinning. The ground was spinning too. The figure of my opponent seemed to be bent long and long. Something hot rose up inside me and spat out.

“Ugh.”

After vomiting a handful of blood, I felt better and the dizziness went away.

“What is that?”

Then I asked.

“It’s a magic sword.”

Learbart answered.

I didn’t think it was lethal.

While Encred was waking up, a thumping sound began to fill the air.

It was a sound similar to the sound of my own heart beating. It sounded strangely like a cheering song.

‘I feel a little sick.’

My head is spinning, but does that matter?

No, not at all.

Encred asked and answered in his mind, then picked up his sword.

The idea was to see it through to the end.

Learbart looked at the crumpled shoulder pads and breastplate.

‘Is it a difference in talent?’

Learbart put aside his thoughts for a moment and looked at Encred.

The opponent’s body appeared larger than before.

It may be due to the difference in willpower, but it is more a matter of discipline.

Of course, it’s something that can be pushed through like this, but it’s not necessary.

It wouldn’t hurt to give it a day or so of grace.

It would be right to give the Count another day for what he truly wants.

For that reason, Lebart simply admitted defeat.

He also admitted that if he fought more, he would be pushed back.

“You win.”

That’s what I was saying.

It was an unexpected remark. Encrid simply looked at the other person.

“The goddess of fortune is still with us today.”

There was a deep regret in Lebart’s words. And his words were more filled with resentment toward the world than regret.

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing will change.”

“Aren’t you going to do it anymore?”

Encred’s words cut off Learbart’s.

“That’s it for today. I’m losing interest.”

The thud of the spear hitting the ground was still echoing.

The sound of the spear sounded like a call to protect the human named Encrid.

Above all, while the two were fighting, people who came close were seen.

Rem, Ragna, Asia, and Dunbakel.

On the other side were Malten, Benukt, and Banat.

The core forces of both armies have gathered together.

‘No, there’s one more.’

A person who possesses first-class, or even superior, assassination skills.

Lebart used a sense that transcended human limitations to pinpoint the location of his opponent.

It’s under the shadow created by the horse’s shadow. There was a guy who used the horse’s body to hid himself secretly.

He took a step to the side as if he didn’t mind revealing himself.

Of course it was Saxony.

“It would be a waste to burn everything here. You should know that battle isn’t just about sword fighting.”

Lebart spoke and turned around. As he gestured towards his horse, the black horse that had been with him for many years approached.

He picked up the fallen sword, put his equipment on his armored horse, and climbed onto the horse.

“You’re so sweet.”

Encred threw a provocation, but he did not respond.

“Next time it won’t be bland.”

For someone who said he lost with his own mouth, his momentum was not lost at all.

Their eyes met.

Lebart cursed her, thinking of the goddess of fortune.

Encred looked at his opponent and wondered if this was all there was to it.

My intuition told me.

This couldn’t be all.

“The battle is tomorrow. It will begin at dawn. This is a tribute to you for defeating me.”

Lebart turned around with his horse.

Encred looked at his opponent.

Is it right to hit the back now?

I don’t like that.

I don’t do things I don’t like.

It might not be the right direction either.

Moreover, it would be meaningless.

I know it with my senses and with my reason.

If the enemy started an all-out war now, our team would be at a disadvantage. If they retreated, we would have to give them silver coins as a thank you.

Thud, thud, thud.

There is a unit that strikes the ground with spears. The military discipline is high, but that is all.

Even if the momentum increases, the number of soldiers will not increase.

If a melee occurs without maintenance, the side with fewer numbers is at a disadvantage.

What should I do to increase my chances of winning even a little?

Encred knew it by feel.

We need to buy some time, reorganize, and fight in formation to gain even a small advantage.

I also stepped forward because I knew that instinctively.

Therefore, it was meaningless to capture and fight that guy named Lebart now.

Encred also turned around. Lebart was also turning around, so the gap between the two quickly widened.

“Why did you come out to meet me?”

This is what Encred said on the way back, seeing those who were halfway between the main force and himself.

“If you die, I will give you a chance to get revenge.”

“The apnea tactic was good.”

“There’s no one easy, why?”

Rem holding an axe, Ragnar holding an apple seed, and Dunbakel glancing behind Encred said.

Finally, Asia stared at Encred and said.

“What a nice kid.”

I couldn’t figure out exactly what it meant, but I understood the general idea.

This is what I said because I showed my skills.

What did Encred show us?

This was proof that three todays would be enough to meet the new knight who cut off Mac, and it was also something that engraved the name Encred in the minds of all who watched.

If there is no momentum, there is nothing left in this unit.

Encred created that momentum.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The sound of the spear hitting the ground echoed in time with the heartbeat. Encrid returned to his base, listening to the sound.

No one spoke to him, but everyone looked at him.

* * *

“How was it?”

“He is strong. He is better than me.”

“so?”

“I have to kill you.”

“Do that.”

Lebart returned to the count, who asked and spoke in a free-spirited manner.

The start of an all-out war has been postponed until tomorrow morning.

But it was okay.

No, rather, that was what the Count had hoped for.