A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 400



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400. Eat meat

Marcus, who had won Krang’s support, was now the commander-in-chief of the main force.

He knew the value of the time Encred had earned. It was only one day, but there would be quite a lot he could do.

“Tell all unit commanders to come in!”

It’s time for tactics and strategy. Do you have a knack for that? It doesn’t matter if you don’t.

Then what should we do?

All we had to do was gather together guys with that kind of talent.

“The scouts are to constantly monitor the enemy’s movements, and the rest of the troops are to rest! Let them eat and rest, and never disarm, but always keep their weapons by their side!”

Marcus kept shouting and talking nonstop.

Looking at it, Krang thought of Encrid, whom he had seen a little while ago.

It gives me goosebumps.

There is someone who stands alone on the battlefield and turns his back.

A person like that was called a knight by Krang.

This is the knight the minstrel speaks of.

A symbol of honor and conviction, not a symbol of force.

Those who take up swords for what they believe in.

Guardian of the Covenant.

Encrid wasn’t the means he had prepared. But he trusted him. He wanted him to help him.

The intention worked. He did as he was told.

However, Krang couldn’t be sure whether Encrid was someone he could embrace.

‘Can you hold it?’

I feel greedy. I want to keep it by my side. My heart boils over in an instant. But Krang quickly gives up his greed.

There was a better way, so that was the way to do it.

‘You don’t have to hold it.’

How about remaining friends?

Not a bad thing. So, my friend. The hero just came back.

“Enki.”

Krang greeted him first. Marcus looked at him too.

All he did was cut down a few enemy soldiers and engage in what appeared to be a draw with the enemy commander, but the force he displayed left a lasting impression on everyone.

Moreover, his fighting spirit raised the morale of the allied forces.

Inside the command barracks where battle plans are drawn up.

Encred nodded roughly as he watched Krang raise his hand from inside.

Even if you say you’re my friend, I don’t think you can call me by my name in a place like this.

Encrid was perceptive and knew how to act according to the situation.

Of course, even if he calls Krang’s name now, no one will say anything.

He has a sense of it, but he doesn’t really feel what he has accomplished.

Krang also saw it as a characteristic of Encrid.

One thought occurred to me, guessing why he didn’t call my name.

Soon, those who could be called commanders entered the barracks one by one.

It’s one of them.

“Please put me in the lead!”

Baron Rudin was a man who dreamed of joining the Knights Templar. His blood boiled. He saw a man who faced thousands of trained troops alone.

If your blood doesn’t boil, you’re not human.

A fire lit up his eyes.

“Be patient.”

Marcus saw it and said.

Strategy and tactics aside, Marcus knew what he had to do now.

He is trying to turn the tide of the war in one battle.

Then we will have to use all the means we have prepared.

“I don’t know if that’s all the Count has hidden. But the fact remains that we must fight. We will fight together and endure.”

Marcus laid out the overall strategy and brought in a few strategists to fill in the gaps.

The core of them was Encred’s mad company, but no one could tell them how to move.

A great strategist is one who keeps each soldier moving without rest.

It’s about letting people know what their job is and making them do it.

However, there are some who do not need such instructions.

Those who find their own place outside the normal categories of behavior.

Encred was one of them.

So Marcus said nothing. There was no need for orders.

That’s why Encrid just passed over each location.

Encred and his subordinates had the numerical strength of a squad, but of course, no one thought of them as just a squad.

Everyone saw it and now they know.

His skills were real, and his reputation as a hero of the Border Guard was not an empty boast.

This is the final step in the process of mapping out the direction of the fight through a strategy meeting.

“The mad company will move on its own, right?”

Marcus needed some reassurance, I think, so he wanted to hear the answer.

Will you become a single sword and cut down the enemies for your lord?

Whether your judgment is correct.

Will you step outside the normal categories of behavior and fight for your place?

“Yes, it will.”

The answer was brief, but Marcus was relieved.

Encrid nodded and returned to the barracks he had been given.

It was a fairly large barracks. Rem was making something by lighting a bonfire right in front of the barracks.

“It feels like things are going to be tough starting tomorrow.”

The warrior, called a barbarian, spoke what he felt instinctively.

That would be true. It would probably be rough, and it would probably be dangerous.

“Are you looking forward to it so much you’re dying?”

“How did you know?”

“It says excitement on your face.”

Encred sat down on a flat stone chair of an appropriate height that Rem had brought for him.

You’re so talented. Where did you find all these things and make them?

“Where’s my chair?”

Ragnar asked as he came out of the barracks. Rem turned around and told him to get out.

“Have you left it?”

“Where did you get beaten up with a sprained ankle and come back here to take your anger out on me?”

It was still a joke to make fun of the guy who caught the madman of inferno and got hurt the other day.

Ragnar was persistent.

Rem ignored him, and Ragna eventually found a similar boulder and sat down next to it.

Saxony was smarter than that.

The wood was carved into a fine chisel and made into a chair.

If you’re going to go this far, wouldn’t it be better to get something like a makeshift chair from a friend in charge of military supplies?

Dunbakel just sat on the ground.

That seemed comfortable.

Esther turned into a leopard and hugged him.

Encred watched Rem do this while roughly wiping his body with a towel.

He brought back some pretty fresh meat, as if he had taken an axe to the quartermaster’s neck.

It must have been obtained through hunting on the way here.

It was raw meat that was hard to come by for a regular soldier. He cut it with a small knife, sprinkled salt in between, and wrapped it in a clean cotton cloth.

As I was staring, Rem’s mouth opened.

“This will drain any remaining blood and make the meat more tender.”

“It looks delicious.”

As Encred answered, Rem looked around.

I could see that they had already come all the way to Asia and taken up a seat.

She alone had obtained a chair from the supply officer. The chair had a simple structure. When opened to the left or right, the legs spread apart and the cloth placed on top of it was firmly stretched.

It was an object that broke easily, but did not require much effort to make.

“What? What are you making?”

Asia was still friendly. She had the personality that made it seem like she had many friends around her.

Was that a big hit on the back of the head?

What was the name of the knight who cut off Mac? Encred tried to remember, then stopped.

I couldn’t even think of anything.

“I won’t give it to those cheeky guys.”

Rem said.

He said that, but he will share. He is not as stingy as you might think.

Ragnar thought for a moment, then frowned and said.

“If you give me, I will forget about it.”

The fact that you hurt your leg means you’re going to stop teasing me.

Judging by his expression, it seemed like Encred had been harassing him countless times even when he wasn’t there.

They were crazy kids.

It’s one thing to get hurt in a fight and be made fun of, and it’s another thing to get angry when you’re made fun of.

“I’ll let you baby sleep.”

Rem answered. Ragna is a picky eater. He knew the importance of the food Rem made. That was why he took a step back.

Encrid just watched blankly.

As Rem salted the minced meat, Saxon silently threw down a small bag.

Of course, I had the will to eat the food.

Rem, who had accepted it with a thud, pursed his lips and said, “Oh.”

“young.”

It was a title that sounded like a compliment. Saxony, of course, completely ignored it.

What Saxony gave was spices.

As I sprinkled it over the meat, the fragrance spread.

Is it a mixture of herbs?

“If you put poison in it, it will die.”

“Rem muttered. Judging from the way he spoke with a smile, I guess he was joking.

Saxon ignored him again and sat down next to Encred.

Dunbakel quietly helped Rem with the grooming.

“Don’t use your nails, did you wash your hands?”

“I’ll do it with a knife.”

Dunbakel was more quiet than ever.

The meat was marinated in salt and spices. When the cotton cloth turned red and wet, I took it off and took another cloth and patted the meat dry.

I surrounded the campfire with stones and placed something on top, and put an iron pan on top that I found somewhere.

Rem poured flaxseed oil over the pan.

“This is precious.”

While saying that, Encrid nodded.

Here, Rem is the law. For a moment, yes.

After the pan was heated to a comfortable temperature, the oil spread widely and the aroma tickled my nose. Rem placed the meat on the cast iron pan.

Cheeeeeeek!

A fragrant aroma spread along with the smoke. The meaty aroma mixed with the oily aroma quickly swept through my nostrils and went beyond stimulating me, striking my brain. My mouth started watering.

“hmm.”

Encred expressed his admiration with a small groan, and Rem stared at the meat intently.

He was more serious than ever, yet his hands moved with greater lightness and speed.

Turn the meat over. The outside should be dark brown and firm.

Cheeeeeeek.

Grill the other side with white smoke.

Later, the meat was pierced with something like a skewer to cook the sides as well.

He moved the chunk of meat onto a clean wooden board, thinking it was cooked just enough.

Dunbakel’s hand moved there.

“If you eat it, you’ll get fat. Wait.”

Rem said without even looking.

“Oh, why.”

“It tastes better if you wait.”

It was an unprecedentedly valid reason and gentle persuasion for Rem.

Dunbakel agreed.

After grilling several pieces of meat like that, I cut them one by one, starting from the first piece I grilled. The inside was red and the outside was brown.

“I brought the part with high fat content on purpose. This is necessary.”

“Where did you get it?”

“I think I met a group of nomads nearby, so there was something refreshing.”

He cut the meat into pieces while talking.

“Eat.”

Rem said, crossing her arms.

Encred showed a momentary acceleration. It was natural that he added a point of concentration. He stabbed and pulled. The wooden skewer lifted a thick piece of meat.

Encrid put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Rain.

The juices burst out. The rich aroma of meat wafted through my nostrils and into my head.

If the scent stimulated the salivary glands, this one prickled the taste buds.

The hairs all over my body reacted.

This is it. This is the dish and the meat.

The soft flesh slipped between my teeth and then fell down with a gulp.

‘what?’

Was this a dream? When did it end?

Encrid moved the skewer again.

“There are a lot.”

Rem said.

They ate as much as they could. They were all big eaters. It was natural, since they had to eat as much as they moved their bodies.

I ate and ate and ate until I was patted on the stomach and finally stopped.

Even the Saxon continued to chew and swallow the meat silently.

It was time for an untimely dinner.

“Well, we ate well, so let’s have a proper meal tomorrow morning.”

Rem said, patting her stomach.

“I have something to say.”

Encred took the words.

“Ah, I ate well. Encrid, I enjoyed the fight during the day.”

Asia spoke and left first.

It wasn’t a night with much to do. Everyone spent their time doing their own thing.

Ragnar had no thoughts.

Rem was looking forward to it.

Saxon went out for a while under the pretense of taking a walk.

As I was walking in the night air, a shadow suddenly appeared from one side.

She was my lover and the guild’s contact person.

“Do you really have to go this far?”

It was a question she asked right away. In fact, it was something she couldn’t understand.

“This is the last one.”

Saxon answered. It was a question of why he went to the battlefield under Encred, and Saxon’s answer was that he would leave this as his last gift.

The lover stared at Saxon like that.

I don’t know why. I don’t know the reason and I can’t even guess.

However, it seemed that Saxony would not return.

‘Do you remember what your father said?’

I suddenly remembered the words of my late father, who was also my teacher in Saxony.

“Find your place.”

It was a command and a will.

Saxony didn’t take those words to heart, but his lover did.

Anyway, it was something I didn’t know about now.

While Saxon went out for a night walk, Dunbakel, unable to sleep as expected, came out.

And then I sat on the stone chair where Rem had been sitting and blankly looked up at the sky.

It was a moonlit night.

It seems like a good night for a night raid, but the enemy is quiet.

Dunbakel shivered. It wasn’t because he was cold.

Her life was filled with struggle and survival. She fought to survive. More precisely, she survived by running away or doing whatever it took.

Her instincts told her that she felt a dizzying sense of danger, like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, her body tilting forward.

But I didn’t want to leave.

So what should we do?

‘Outrage.’

Haven’t you already seen and learned something from the side?

Just like Encred did.

The moonlight is waning. Clouds that have appeared before we know it have covered the moon. Darkness has fallen.

Knock knock.

The flames of the torches placed nearby flickered.

Wheww.

The wind blew and swept over my whole body.

‘If you go ahead with a tantrum, that’s it.’

Dunbakel made up his mind and steeled himself.

Still, the trembling of my body did not stop easily.

Esther had turned into a leopard and was in Encred’s arms.

She woke up at a time when everyone was sleeping.

The movement of magic.

So I felt a certain flow of orders.

It was a form I had never seen before. I couldn’t say anything right away.

I looked up and saw Encred sleeping.

A quiet breath.

He looked like he was sleeping soundly without a care in the world.