A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 403



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403. I didn’t like everything.

To those who dealt with spells, ominousness was not just three letters.

It is a prediction that comes from the senses.

Esther felt something was happening on this land right now.

That too was something related to the world of order.

Since I had a gut feeling that it would have an effect on Esther herself, I decided that I couldn’t just pass it over without checking.

That is, immediate confirmation was needed. That was the purpose. Esther opened her mouth.

“Protect me.”

At those words, Andrew, who was about to jump into the battlefield, turned his head.

“Are you talking about me?”

“Then should I call Enki who went ahead?”

Esther gave the other person a kind and lengthy explanation, then closed her eyes.

I was in a hurry.

Andrew hesitated and stopped as he was about to leave.

Where is your current location?

Because he was with Encred, he was accepted as part of their unit.

As Baron Gardner, he was also in an ambiguous position to command a unit.

Even if you say that there are only five people under your command, aren’t there only five?

Andrew looked out over the battlefield.

Although it wasn’t overwhelming, the situation seemed to be flowing somewhat according to the allies’ intentions.

Andrew stopped walking. It seemed right to him that now was the time to listen to the sorceress Esther’s request.

“Formation.”

So, Andrew and the five trainees stood in a circle with Esther at the center.

Esther sat in the middle of them, not caring about the dirt floor or anything. It was not the time.

The robe she was wearing hung down to the floor.

Soon, Esther entered the world of spells and found the trick prepared by the opposing wizard.

No, there was no need to look for it.

Instead of hiding and concealing, he revealed and showed.

By showing and revealing it in this way, he raised his dignity.

A great majesty weighed down on Esther’s shoulders.

But she is no ordinary wizard either.

A witch who controls the fire of the black world.

A witch who fights and struggles to open up the world.

A seeker who burns the truth with fire and realizes it.

He chants a spell to prove himself and raises his head.

Esther dug into what the enemy, specifically the wizard Count Molsen, had prepared.

It has been said that not all wizards are mad, but the great ones inevitably develop madness.

Esther agreed with that statement.

The person who is acting like this right now is also proving this.

‘Mixing witchcraft and incantation.’

The spirit energy also flows between the flow of mana. The power of prayer covers the entire area, revealing the will of the opponent.

It was dark.

Count Molsen sat on a black chair that seemed darker than the darkness, wearing a cloak made of soot and holding a pitch-black cane the same color as the chair, and glared at her.

“You’re going to stop it?”

The count’s will was conveyed in words. There was a laughter mixed in. If you want to try, try.

Esther didn’t react to the other person’s laughter. Instead, she looked and looked again.

‘Magic circle.’

The entire battlefield was made into a magic circle. A magic circle requires materials to draw it.

“You’re so freaking crazy.”

At the moment of realization, Esther spoke. The Count opened his mouth, resting his chin on the hand that was not holding his cane.

“Do you think things will change if you know?”

He used the horrors of war, blood, and corpses as materials for his magic circles, and through them he created spells based on sorcery.

What will be the result?

I opened my eyes and tried to guess what would happen once the order was completed.

Esther was also a genius in her own world. That’s why she was able to do this.

Pitch-black darkness covers the entire battlefield. The world covered in it will lose its light and be consumed by dark will.

This was some disgustingly crazy kid trying to connect my world of spells to reality.

This part is particularly disgusting. What is the world of spells to a wizard?

It was one’s own secret space, one’s own shame, and one that should never be shown or revealed to others. It was taboo.

Count Molsen ignored the taboo.

‘Connect and send ghosts.’

In the end, covering the light with a magic circle and spitting out darkness was to implement my magical world here.

Esther’s eyes also saw the black mass lingering behind the chair where the Count sat.

They are ghosts. So many ghosts that they fill the world of spells.

What if that bunch were unleashed onto the battlefield?

The phantoms can erode the human mind, so some will become puppets, others will wield their swords without being able to distinguish friend from foe, and still others will die without reason.

Most of them could show madness.

This was a reality that was about to happen.

What happens when everything goes according to the other person’s will.

This is exactly what the Count was after.

Victory in war? Not necessary.

All that was needed was blood, corpses, and death.

He will dominate the battlefield with his own ghost.

If Krang knew, it would be an act that would make him furious.

“Would you like to stop it?”

The count asked.

Esther could burn her enemies with her spell right now, but she couldn’t stop those who were fighting now.

No method came to mind.

The best you can do here is to take out only the people you can protect.

Should I do that?

It was a random thought, but I didn’t think Encred would want that.

Then what should we do?

‘I’ll ask.’

I tell Encred everything. I ask him.

It was a rather surprising choice for those who handled the order, that is, those who knew Esther.

Esther converted part of her will into fluid and launched it towards Encrid at the front of the battlefield.

It was possible because I had been in contact with him for over a year.

Because I needed that kind of relationship to send my will-filled fluid to someone.

Fortunately, Esther’s will reached Encred.

“Ask.”

Esther answered, and the Count blinked.

I wondered what he was going to ask.

* * *

A giant who uses his body as a weapon.

It was Benukt’s nickname.

Encred pulled the sword out of the giant’s skull, which lay on the ground with its legs cut open.

He pressed down on his opponent’s shoulder with his right foot and pulled out his sword, sending a stream of blood spurting out.

The giant’s fighting spirit was amazing and scary.

‘Compared to Audín.’

It was weak.

Benukt struck Encred’s side once and then grabbed his ankle and twisted it.

Encred put pressure on his abdomen and withstood the side kick, letting the hit slip away.

When my ankle was caught, I was able to make my opponent’s moves useless by jumping in the direction they were turning and turning.

After that, I steadily fed him one knife at a time.

He repeated the cutting and stabbing.

There was no need to rush as the difference in skill was obvious. He used the sword to corner his opponent.

After killing that Benukt.

Encred looked around.

He saw a soldier running towards him in terror.

Instead of sticking out his tongue and retreating when he saw a giant being killed, he was the one who did it.

It wasn’t one or two. There were dozens at least.

‘why?’

It was questionable. His eyes were filled with fear. His legs were shaking. It wasn’t even Encred’s will to overwhelm. But his eyes were filled with fear. It looked like he was being pushed back and rushed at.

That was the correct answer.

They were the sacrificial lambs sent by the Count, the blood and corpses. They were the ones sent to die.

Protecting the people behind you meant becoming a devil to the people in front of you.

Encred knew that too.

Still.

‘I don’t like it.’

I was so nervous it was freaking scary.

Encred struck the trembling spearhead with the back of his hand in fear and grabbed the spear shaft to take it away.

The man, who could have been no more than twenty years old, fell forward with his spear ripped from his body.

I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even touch the floor reflexively and fell chin first.

“evil!”

A scream rang out.

Encred cut off the spear of the next opponent with his sword, and kicked the jaw of the opponent behind him with his toe.

Sigh.

Even though I kicked him lightly, his chin rose, his eyes rolled back, and he fell over.

After I knocked down about ten of them, my opponent stopped attacking me.

Eyes full of alertness, eyes full of fear, and pupils that rotate while revealing a complex state of mind with a mixture of the two.

Encrid didn’t like any of it.

The blood of the dying.

Their flesh and bones.

Death that flows and colors this land.

It was a feeling of discomfort that began with instinct and was completed with intuition.

‘why?’

This is a battlefield, and battlefields are now familiar places.

I know all too well that I have to be a devil to those who stand in front to protect their backs.

As he looked around like that and became alert, something like blue smoke approached and touched Encred’s back.

It is a fluid containing Esther’s will.

She told Encred what she saw, heard, and understood.

It was a strange experience. Esther’s voice seemed to whisper in my ear.

The words she conveyed, the count’s antics, were the essence of the discomfort.

I couldn’t understand everything about the magic circle or what the Count was trying to do, but it was only natural that I would get in the way of what a child who didn’t like anything wanted.

It was only natural that he didn’t like it, since he had used the battlefield as his tool.

As we turned around and started to dig into the enemy’s path, the enemy soldiers opened up a path for us.

Even if the poisonous …

Just after I killed the giant, the one who killed my commander, a monster with red blood flowing out of it, who looked like a terrifying monster to a normal soldier, walked up to me.

He may seem like an ordinary inspector on the outside, but the force he displayed made him seem anything but ordinary.

It’s such an open road.

On the other side, Lebart came forward.

“Even Benukt is no match for him.”

“Didn’t you send it knowingly?”

“That’s right.”

“You should have come forward a long time ago.”

Encred scolded Learbart. It was like scolding a young student. It actually made him angry.

It was obviously a provocation, as it was an attitude that did not fit the current situation.

Even at this moment, Learbart was angry because he was a nobleman.

Even though it is his specialty to turn the other person’s mind upside down with words.

“Your tongue is really… … .”

“Shut up. I won’t listen to any excuses.”

Encred cut off Learbart’s words.

“You are a real son of a bitch.”

Learbart spoke without a trace of laughter, and Encred took up his sword.

It was clear that if we didn’t get over it, we wouldn’t be able to move on.

Until then, Esther, who had been observing Encred’s situation through fluidization, read Encred’s intentions through her mind.

I had no intention of backing down.

It is a will that burns endlessly like a flame.

Stop it. The will to stop it reached Esther.

She said after hearing the will.

“I can’t lose.”

If we give up and retreat here, we can’t even dream of stopping the Count.

Encred took up his sword. He held the silver in both hands and looked at his opponent as if dividing him vertically with the blade as the standard.

We spent the whole day reviewing the previous fight as soon as it was over.

I did it while chewing meat, while sleeping, while waking up, and while fighting.

There was no such thing as boredom.

Rather, it was enjoyable.

It was an opponent that had to be overcome. Therefore, it was enjoyable. Because it was an opportunity to advance further by dealing with it.

Moreover, I knew it intuitively.

‘You can win.’

How many times have you been confident of victory?

And that’s against an opponent with such outstanding skills.

I’ve never fought with today’s repetition in mind.

Encred thought there would be no repetition.

“I envy you.”

Lebart took up his sword and shield, saying something incomprehensible.

I raised my shield up, covering my mouth, leaving only my eyes exposed.

Ready to fight.

It will be a fight of the same pattern as before.

Those who watched the duel between the two last time thought so too.

But it wasn’t.

Okay!

Encred suddenly sheathed his sword and leapt forward.

Lebart, holding his shield, took a defensive stance in response to the unexpected action. He pulled his shield close to his body and even hid his sword hand.

Encred stretched out both his hands.

The whistle dagger that had been taken out before I knew it let out a sound.

Beep!

Two beams of light flew towards the revealed eyes.

Tta-dang!

Learbart quickly raised his shield and covered his eyes.

‘Blocking the view?’

Just because he was blindfolded, it didn’t mean he couldn’t read the enemy’s movements. After all, even the senses of a knight are very sensitive.

Lebart’s body turned back. Encred turned to the side and threw his sword.

It was a skill called Tan-geom-sik.

The gladius, transformed into a disc, was flying towards Learbart’s back.

With a shield? Then it would be too late. Lebart trusted in the sturdiness of the armor he wore all over his body.

He turned his back slightly and showed off his martial arts skills.

This is a technique that deflects the impact of a sword flying through armor.

It was a technique that was performed with the body. It was a technique that was similar to what Encred had learned from Audin.

earth!

The second attack also bounced off.

There, Encred jumped upward and swung his sword vertically.

Bam!

This time, even though he blocked it with his shield, Lebart felt the aftershock of the force reaching his forearm.

It felt like my body was sinking downwards.

Somehow, Encred seemed to have become stronger than before.

Encred took the opportunity to attack with a dagger throw, limited his opponent’s movements with his gladius, and then struck his opponent again with a spinning slash with his double swords.

Of course, it didn’t stop there.

It’s a breathless world.

Since he had once seized the opportunity to win, he immediately dragged himself into a battlefield that was most advantageous to him.

That worked.

Originally, Lebart could have lasted all day, but after exchanging dozens of sword strikes and focusing on defense, his breathing became disrupted.

His opponent had far more stamina than him.

It’s so suspicious that I wonder what on earth he did to have a body like that.

A spark flew into the gap and tore through Lebart’s stomach.

A stab through a gap in the armor ripped out some of the internal organs.

Learbart immediately swung his shield and struck Encred.

Encrid had also been pushing hard to stab a little while ago, so he couldn’t avoid it.

Bang.

Encred, who was hit by the shield, took a couple of steps back.

“Coolook!”

And Lebart vomited blood.

The outcome was decided. Encred looked into his opponent’s eyes.

The eyes were black and dead, like those of a dead fish.

“Whew, I’m really jealous.”

Learbart once again blurted out something incomprehensible.

It’s time to think outside the box and take up your sword.

“How do you think you can become a knight?”

Learbart asked.