A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 404



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404. The determination becomes the will and shines

“It is often said that becoming a knight requires overwhelming talent. How would you explain that in detail?”

Learbart stood up, leaning against the ground with his shield. I could see him frowning as he tried to endure the pain.

Red blood flowed from the tip of the spark that was hanging towards the floor and fell straight to the floor.

Encrid didn’t rush in right away.

Why is that? My intuition seemed to be telling me that it wasn’t over for me.

If I had suffered a penetrating wound like that, I wouldn’t be okay, right?

Encrid paused for a moment, perhaps out of intuition and interest in what the other person was saying, and Lebart continued.

“A knight learns his craft based on his will. So are knights any different?”

What should I say? Although the tone was calm, I could sense a certain desperation.

Blood flowed out of Lebart’s stomach. He groaned and finally straightened his back. He continued speaking.

“They are different, yes. They are faster and stronger. For example, they sometimes show a power that is hard to handle in an instant, like the sword you swung vertically earlier.”

Encred considered rubbing his eyes. The blood flowing from Lebart seemed to be getting cloudier.

That wasn’t all.

The guy who had been frowning in pain until just now had a much more relaxed expression.

It really seemed like things were okay, not a lie or a deception.

It was a process that was incomprehensible even while watching what was being done.

“Oh, you know that too? Malten was more skilled than me, Betuk was stronger than me, and Banat’s agility was at a level that would be difficult for a human to keep up with.”

Lebart brought up the name of his comrade. Of course, Encred didn’t know the name, so instead of answering, he swung his sword. He kicked the ground and advanced, slashing diagonally. He put away the sparks and held Silver in both hands.

earth!

Learbart struck back with a sword that was no less powerful than Encred’s.

The two pieces of iron met and exploded with a loud noise, sending sparks flying wildly.

‘what?’

Encrid’s hands were numb from the shock he received.

As we exchanged blows and stepped back, I saw Lebart swing his sword in the air, as if he was reproducing the trajectory he had just taken. He was holding the sword with one hand. He had blocked Encred’s double-handed slash with one hand.

He repeated the movements as if he was getting used to his new sword.

Diagonal cut, vertical cut, horizontal cut, stabbing.

It was a basic and simple movement, but the power contained within it was by no means the same as before.

Hung.

The movement of the sword that fell perpendicular to the ground caused a wind to rise and brush Encred’s cheek.

“So it’s like this.”

As he spoke, the blood flowing from his side mixed with the black color, becoming dark red, and the flowing blood quickly stopped.

The beard on Learbart’s face grew and became sharp like thorns, and the fluff on his face grew longer and began to cover his face.

However, the color of the eyes did not change. However, the cold gaze I had when I first saw them disappeared.

It was filled with a burning heat. It was a fire that seemed like slaughter and lust.

It wasn’t pure enthusiasm. It was a twisted, distorted, ugly emotion.

“You just need to learn each ability to the level of a knight.”

Learbart said.

There is nothing wrong with what he said.

If you can compete with a knight after catching up with all of the knight’s abilities, reaction speed, strength, and agility, isn’t that the path to becoming a knight?

Learbart’s entire body was covered in fur.

Until a moment ago he was human, but now he was not.

He resented the world that had thrown him into this situation. That’s why he wanted to tell his story. Why he had to do this, why he had to do this.

That’s the story.

You can’t learn without doing. There are times when people are desperate to tell their stories.

For Learbart, now was the time.

Wasn’t there a guy right in front of you, full of talent, who had overcome himself?

Since he didn’t know Encred, he assumed that his opponent had gotten to where he is today solely through talent.

Because it doesn’t make sense otherwise.

That’s what it said.

His arms and hands were covered in hair. He opened his mouth with his sword-holding hand hanging down. His oral structure had changed slightly, but it wasn’t enough to make it difficult to speak.

Of course, at first it was quite difficult to get used to it, but not anymore.

“Sometimes, some guys have to risk their lives to become a knight. But if death is inevitable, should you take that path?”

You’ve reached the edge of a cliff and now all you have to do is jump. So should you jump? Even though you know you’re going to die?

“Someone else’s step was a step that cost me my life.”

Lebart’s words were full of resentment.

“If I got lucky and got over it once, would that be the end? No, it wasn’t. I had to get over it not once, but several times. I had to face another cliff. So I gave up.”

It could have been a lie. Encrid had gotten this far without any talent.

No matter how you look at it, Lebart’s talent must have been greater.

The opponents talked about their suffering and despair, venting their resentment. They blamed themselves for their lack of talent and cursed the world.

Sometimes I curse the goddess of fortune.

Sometimes I would curse fate.

That’s how it was now.

Still, Encred did not hear the other person’s words as a deception.

‘For Rem, the length of Rem.’

For Ragnar, the path of Ragnar.

For Saxony, the Saxon Road.

For Audin, the length of Audin.

Dunbakel, Teresa, Esther, and Andrew.

Everyone just walks their own path.

Because everyone has their own path.

There was no need to keep the tempo of the song just because the other person was singing about despair based on his talent.

So don’t think of it as a deception.

So, I don’t have any complaints.

So I didn’t show any feelings towards the other person.

Learbart felt uncomfortable.

If I say it like this, there has to be some kind of reaction. Usually, there are two types of reactions.

Wasn’t that actually the case?

After becoming accustomed to this power, he went after those who had defeated him and killed them one by one.

“It’s foul play.”

Someone said so, and it satisfied Lebart’s twisted mind.

Yeah, that’s foul play!

Talent is cheating, so isn’t it right to do this?

“Why would someone like you do that? It’s a stupid choice.”

Another person decried it as a false power.

No. Power was the truth.

Okay, now tell me.

Even if the article comes, are you confident that you can surpass yourself now?

Lebart changed his body because he realized the limits of his talent.

In this way, he took hold of the knight’s power.

“All chimeras were test subjects for me.”

Learbart said.

Encred didn’t bother to tell him what Esther had told him.

In reality, the Count’s intention was not for you, and other miscellaneous words.

Even if I tell you, you won’t listen.

Because even if you hear it, nothing will change.

Encred took up his sword.

Lebart looked into the blue eyes shining through the black hair.

Still straight eyes. Eyes that look straight ahead and move forward.

Lebart wanted to gouge out those eyes. He really hated those eyes.

In conclusion, the more I looked at that guy, the more uncomfortable he seemed. It seemed like he was scolding me for going the wrong way. In fact, it felt more like a painful whip to my stomach than the guys who actually said that.

So kill. I will kill.

“My lord has given me such strength.”

Encred shifted his grip on his sword to a diagonal angle.

The aura of intimidation that Learbart exudes has changed since he changed.

The pressure on your shoulders is different.

If the pressure that the Azpen Knight had shown was like a string wrapping around his entire body, what Lebart was showing now was like a violent lump of iron pressing down on his shoulder.

“That’s how I became a knight.”

The declaration is made. The pressure is doubled.

Encrid did not back down.

While his opponent was discussing knights, he remained at the level of a quasi-knight.

Does that mean anything changes?

Still wins.

Still, it doesn’t support it.

The determination becomes a will and shines.

hook.

It was a movement that seemed to fold space. It fell thinly like Lebart’s black thread.

Encred raised his sword and struck. It was a close call. If he had missed, he would have been torn apart and left with nothing to say.

The two swords met and a loud noise erupted.

Bam!

Encred felt his body being pressed into the ground. His knees were shaking.

No, it’s just a feeling. It’s because I swung the sword with pressure.

Encred pulled his feet out of the ground with force and raised his sword perpendicular to the ground.

As if it had been waiting for a while, Lebart’s black sword struck the sword face that Encred was holding.

Zzz! Zzz.

There was a crack in the middle of the silver.

The opponent’s sword still looked like thread.

The thread was fast and faint, and the moment it touched, the shock doubled and rushed through my body. But I could stop it. I could react.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

I swung my silver at the flying sword. I countered it. I blocked it again and again.

If it weren’t for Encred being here, I would have given up long ago.

What Lebart said was true.

He has surpassed human limitations through his chimera body.

He was confident that he had gained the power of a knight.

Encred repeatedly blocked his opponent’s sword strikes.

It was close, but I held on.

He saw a crack in the silver and picked up his gladius. The strong and thick blade was indeed the work of a dwarf, and it did not break easily even after repeated attacks.

The thread bent and aimed for the shoulder. He raised his sword and swung it diagonally as if striking.

If you resist and try to block it, you will be pushed back, so you have to fight back. That’s something I learned when I fought Azpen’s knight the other day.

Encrid did as he was taught.

All the moves were performed similarly.

After more than thirty sword strikes and tense holds.

Learbart took a step back.

There was no way I wouldn’t have questions.

“Take the knight’s sword?”

A knight? That can’t be. The level of the sword is different. The speed and power of the attack are different. So how can it endure?

At Lebart’s words, Encred roughly pressed the severed earlobe with his hand.

It’s a wound that was created when the tip of the sword grazed while dodging and blocking.

Blood flowed down his neck.

In addition, the protective gear was torn and dented here and there. Since he wasn’t wearing a helmet, blood was flowing through his hair. This was because his scalp was slightly torn.

It was a relentless attack. The sword moved so freely that it felt like a thread. But I was able to block it.

Because it was more blockable than Ragna’s tragedy.

Because it was more blockable than Rem’s axe swing.

It was more effective than Saxony’s silent sword.

It was easier to endure than Audin’s brute force.

All that experience made it worth it.

At least that’s how I feel right now.

“Is this a knight?”

Encred asked back.

If he were a real knight, he would know that this was not the case. Encred asked, realizing this and opening his mouth again.

“Have you ever dealt with a knight before?”

That was correct.

Lebart was afraid of defeat and death, and was afraid of seeing the difference in talent.

That’s why I secretly wanted to deal with the knights this time. Because I had to overcome my limits. Because I believed I could overcome them.

Encred noticed that.

Anger grew in the slight discomfort in Lebart’s eyes.

A mere quasi-knight?

Encrid said, showing his dagger.

“In my opinion, you are not even as good as Ragna.”

Who is that?

Lebart didn’t ask. He could see what his opponent was thinking.

The guy was opening his mouth to make a point about the name of his colleague he had mentioned earlier.

“Remdo, if you do your best, you’ll catch me. Knight?”

Encred raised his voice. That agitated Learbart.

What if I can’t become a journalist even after doing this?

What has become of me who has given up on humanity?

This is the path I have walked, killing my family and destroying everything in my clan.

Starting with his fiancée, he threw several families into the test subjects.

He brought all those who followed him to the altar and offered them up.

But, even if I do this, it still won’t become a news article?

“If you get hit a few times by Audyn, you might come to your senses. Why not take this opportunity to turn to God?”

He said this while panting for breath and his arm shaking as he held the sword.

That broke the thread of reason that Lebart had been holding onto.

“I will kill you and then find and kill each and every one of the guys you mentioned.”

Before Lebart transformed into a horse, he charged forward with greater speed and force than before.

As he said, ‘One by one, those guys you mentioned’, the black sword was already flying towards Encred’s head, splitting it apart.

Encrid barely managed to stop it again.

Zzz!

The sound of gunfire echoed through the battlefield. The number of eyes watching had increased. The enemy had stopped fighting and was watching the direction of the battle.

The fight between the two will not determine the outcome of the war.

Still, it was a fight and duel that you couldn’t take your eyes off of.

It was a moment when life and life intersected to prove who had walked the right path and who had walked the wrong path.

The two of them drew their lives with swords and reached the present, so it was natural for them to use swords as a substitute for conversation.

Their swords clash again.

Encrid’s body was covered in wounds.

And then my shoulder blade flew off.

A bruise appeared on the cheek.

Drops of blood were flying.

There was also a cut near the thigh.

Encrid had the same idea, even though he was pushed back.

Esther said she couldn’t lose.

If we lose here, we’ll be pushed back and have to start over again in the morning.

So when I die, it’s just a repeat of today?

If I had lived my life thinking like that, I would have already been trapped in today’s mediocrity.

‘I win.’

I won’t support it.

The resolve remains the same.

Once again, determination becomes will and shines.

It is the manifestation of a new will.

It was the fourth will, following the rejection, the moment, and the crushing.