A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 454



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454. Tell me.

“Give up.”

The boatman said.

It seemed like he hadn’t even heard if the method was effective.

“Is today miserable? Another today is waiting for you. Just go there and settle down.”

It’s persuasion. It’s the kind of persuasion where even the speaker doesn’t put in his best effort.

Of course, the seeds didn’t work. The talking boatman also knew that it wouldn’t work, so his attitude was insincere.

It was just a matter of trying it out, of saying it because it had to be said.

The boatman didn’t have to put in any effort.

The crazy kid in front of me just stared straight ahead, leaving all his frustration and despair to the dog next door.

I told him to stay locked in today, but he only looked at tomorrow.

“Do as you wish, what can you do? You have tried to give a mortal a blessing that will free him from death, but you have only repeated foolish actions. Stop while you are in joy, not in pain. That is the path you should take.”

Still, the boatman said what he had to say. That was his job. Encred did his job too.

“Then next time.”

It’s a greeting. It means that I’m going to go now. It also sounded like he was asking me to hurry up and send him away.

A new self briefly opened its eyes within the old-fashioned-speaking boatman.

The boatman unconsciously tightened his grip on the oar. He felt the urge to crack the head of the boat with the lamp and then swing the oar to smash it, but the old-fashioned boatman would not allow that.

“Writhe in pain again.”

Instead, he spoke with forceful lips.

“Thank you for your support.”

Encrid, who had turned the captain’s stomach upside down until the end, welcomed a new day.

Kkaaaaaaah!

The screaming spider’s cries woke me up. Today, from midnight until dawn, began.

“Good morning.”

Encred gave a refreshing greeting and tensed his abs, then quickly raised his upper body and got out of bed.

Is it because they are used to living in barracks that they cleared out the space used as a reception room and made it into a dormitory?

Maybe that was the case. In any case, Encrid was more comfortable this way.

What’s better than having a place to train just by opening the door?

“Explain what a good morning is.”

Rem complained.

“When I open my eyes, it’s definitely a good morning.”

Even though it was night and he had been awakened by screams, Encred insisted and prepared his weapons.

As he moved like that, he thought back on what he had organized.

It’s a restoration.

It wasn’t just fighting that required review. It was also like organizing what to do while repeating the day.

To be more precise, it was a review of everything, from my mindset to what I had to do.

Knight Oara said she would protect the place where she was born. That was her dream. Her goal. Her belief as a knight. Her responsibility and duty. It was her oath. It was her pledge.

As I repeated today, I also learned of the oath that Oara had made.

I will not be surprised by anything and will even greet death with a smile.

This was Oara’s promise. That’s why Oara is smiling.

She loses her dark power by losing her smile. What should she do to avoid that?

To end today’s repetition, we must protect the city.

I had to keep the smile on her face. That also meant keeping her dream alive.

“If you laugh, you won’t lose.”

Oara, who has no intention of losing to anyone.

‘If you can just stick with it while you’re still in good physical condition, then maybe it’ll be possible.’

There’s nothing exact, but I’ll try. Just do it the way you usually do.

Encred took stock of the situation. He intuitively categorized and decided what needed to be done.

I missed Christ for no reason, but it didn’t matter if he wasn’t there.

If it doesn’t exist, then just pretend it doesn’t exist.

“let’s go.”

Encred said after finishing his armament.

The determination to go forward and fight and protect naturally arose.

Encred wanted to become a knight to protect everything behind him, and this was no different.

Just because Oara is a knight and fights better than you, doesn’t that mean he’s someone you should protect?

no.

Encrid was arrogant and haughty in this regard.

‘I will protect you.’

I would do that out of respect for what she wanted.

“Everyone, run away.”

There was Oara who told me to step down because I couldn’t protect her.

There was Oara who held on even while biting the arm of a monster called Balrog’s Fragment in her mouth.

There was Oara, who fought against monsters with her fists and feet, even though she had lost her smile and her laughter was broken.

At least it will let her fight without any worries.

Encrid has set a new goal.

“Do you think that will work?”

The boatman seemed to be asking. He didn’t actually ask, but his words carried the same message.

It is an irrelevant question. It is an irrelevant persuasion. It is a meaningless echo.

No permission was needed.

Because there was never any permission.

The reason I consulted with the boatman was similar to just saying it out loud and organizing it.

The cleanup is over.

These are the people who came out of their accommodations and became a noisy city scene.

Encred opened his mouth as he walked.

“Rem.”

“What?”

“Can I fight like a knight in a short period of time?”

Rem looked into the madman’s eyes.

As always, his eyes were truly sincere.

This kid would sometimes go crazy hot and crazy.

This time it was the same. I don’t know what changed his mind, but it was clear that he had another crazy thought.

“Do you think it will work?”

He asks, knowing it won’t work. But his eyes are sincere. Two blue flames are burning brightly.

“The concept of a knight here is… … .”

“It’s a wave.”

Just as Rem was about to speak, the commander of the unit passing by spoke. Encred nodded his head in agreement.

Encred walked as if he knew exactly where he was going. His pace was quite fast. It was slower than running, but still brisk walking.

It was a step ahead of the unit that called itself Wave.

Rem continued, matching her walking pace.

“I’m talking about using Will. I know how to use that Will too.”

Will is willpower. Rem knows that too. But he himself was a seed that walked a different path.

“But I’m a bit different. Even if I go that way, if I just tell you the conclusion, it won’t work.”

That’s right. There is no way to mimic the knight’s power in a short period of time.

Encred’s gaze turned to the side. The blue flame’s next target was Prok.

“Lua.”

“does not exist.”

Luagarne’s answer was shorter. In her view, Encred had no impatience.

“Why are you asking that?”

“just.”

Encred’s answer was simple. He had nothing to say when asked.

Should we say we have a plan because we know what will happen next?

You want to make Aura fight properly, and to do that, you have to do something, and that means fighting as well as a knight in a short period of time?

Can you really believe it?

Is that really convincing?

Gather and select those with outstanding talent. Select those who have been selected. Among those who have been selected, there are a few who are very rare.

That’s what a knight is.

There is no shortcut. It obviously shouldn’t be done.

But what if it’s just one stab?

Wouldn’t that one time be enough to change the situation?

“Let’s run.”

Encred spoke and moved.

Of course, through today’s repetition, I heard, saw, and learned something.

“Roman!”

Encred arrived at the gate and found a knight with a greatsword and a club.

“… … What is it?”

Roman, who had just kicked the spider monster’s head with his pommel and kicked it with his foot in front of the gate, looked back.

The black fluid of the monster spurted out in front of him.

It was the epitome of brutality, splashing on Roman’s face and clothes.

Although Roman’s fierce appearance was similar to that of his brother, Encred saw hope in Roman.

“How do you do that blow then?”

Roman blinked several times.

I was wondering what the hell you were talking about.

Roman, who soon understood, opened his mouth.

“Is that what you want to ask in this situation?”

Roman asked with his mouth and then asked again with his eyes.

You’re really a crazy kid, aren’t you?

Encred nodded.

“Yeah. I want to ask.”

“Master, isn’t this crazy?”

Roman raised his voice.

Oara, who was on the wall, burst out laughing.

“Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why are you telling me my capital?”

Meanwhile, Encred stabbed the spider demon that was running towards him with a spark.

The blade extending forward with the left foot could be called a flash of light.

A spark that flashes and then sticks into a spider’s head and escapes.

As we fought, their patterns became increasingly familiar.

They were the ones who enjoyed the movement of the majority encircling the minority.

Before that happened, there were a few that became nuclear.

Encred punched a hole in one of the men’s heads and threw all three of his remaining whistle daggers at him.

Today’s repetition has brought mastery of the technique.

This time it was the same.

Encrid didn’t waste any time.

I thought about it and trained as I always had.

It was a training exercise that involved actual combat in killing monsters.

The knife flew with a bit more force than before and pierced the spider’s head with air.

Then, when he threw the javelin, the flow of the rushing demons became entangled.

Things that were secretly annoyingly moving around began to rush forward in a single, ignorant manner.

“joy!”

The short blonde started stabbing with a relatively thin and long spear.

The spear shaft swung and swung, and the blades expanded into dozens at once, stabbing the bodies and heads of the approaching spiders without regard for them.

A silent scream rang out. Black blood flowed out from the mouth, which seemed to be made of six pieces of metal glued together, spread apart on both sides.

It was an effect created by a poisoned blade.

Encred’s eyes looked at her spear, at her skills.

‘A threatening technique against multiple opponents.’

He is also a semi-knight who demonstrates overwhelming force against the weak.

I just glanced over it since it was something I already knew.

“I think we have some time left now?”

Encred opened his mouth after slaughtering a group of spiders.

“Are you really asking me to just take all my money?”

“You don’t like it?”

“Is this guy really crazy?”

Roman shook his head as he spoke.

“Please tell me.”

Encrid was not tired. If he had time, he would have asked slowly, once or twice a day.

Things are different now.

Beyond the desire to learn and master, here was a way to help Aura fight. That’s what it seemed.

There was no better way.

So I fell asleep.

“Tell me.”

Let’s kill the spider and ask.

“Take this kid away.”

Roman got angry.

“I’m not the type of person to go just because you tell me to.”

Rem said with a giggle. It seemed like it had been a long time since he had seen Encred do something truly crazy.

Saxony had once, or rather the second day he had been in the military barracks, simply taught him the art of the senses.

Saxony did so because he knew Encred would not give up.

This guy was persistent, obsessive, and crazy.

“Aren’t you going over there?”

Roman got angry again.

It looked like the spider monster was swinging its weapon at me instead of the number one one.

Encrid didn’t care. It was like a solid rock. A rock that would never leave a hole even if a drop of water fell on the same spot dozens of times, or steel, or ink.

It was a sight of will rising and becoming stubbornness.

“Poohahaha.”

When Oara saw that, she held her stomach and laughed, and Rem also giggled while splitting the spider’s head.

Dunbakel felt his ominousness dissipate a little as he looked at it.

That crazy kid was just trying to learn a technique, like a wave or something.

He is truly crazy.

Roman finally admitted defeat after twelve attempts.

“You crazy little shit, do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I don’t know.”

Shit, why are you admitting this?

By this time, Oara could not even stand. She rolled around on the wall. She laughed and even shed tears.

Rem was satisfied.

Those around him, the soldiers watching him, even the archers on the walls.

Doesn’t everyone know now?

This guy is a lunatic on a whole other level than you guys.

“But you want me to tell you?”

“Let’s just listen in.”

“Have you left it?”

“no.”

“Don’t admit it, don’t accept it right away!”

Roman began to explain with anger.

“Hey, a knight’s swordsmanship is basically imbued with will.”

Encred knows that much too.

Roman went a little further than that.

Why can’t he stop Aura’s sword?

So I asked, and Oara answered.

“I turned Will around.”

It was an abstract answer, but Roman himself did not know whether it was a stroke of luck or an epiphany that came to him after much thought.

However, he found one direction and moved towards it.

“I made sure that my whole body was filled with will, from my fingertips to my toes, as I made swinging movements.”

It wasn’t an easy explanation.

“Isn’t that how it was supposed to be done?”

Encred asked back. He also uses Will like that. When he stabs with full power, he puts in a moment of acceleration at once.

It was the same when he unleashed the white lightning, and also when he struck with the fatal blow that he named the giant’s suckling blow.

As Roman spoke, he struck the head of a spider that had approached him.

It’s a spider head that can be broken with one punch.

He wasn’t called a knight for nothing.

Starting with that, the prepared demons started to come out from within the magic realm.

Five trolls, a bipedal spider, and two owlbears.

This time, an Owlbear was added and a troll also appeared.

But the dizzying sense of crisis that had existed before was noticeably less.

Ironically, Encred learning something boosted the morale of the allies.

It was unintentional.

Thanks to this, the timing of the demon’s arrows flying was also delayed.

Oara came down from the wall and swept the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

“Haa, I almost died laughing.”

That wasn’t something the knight with the nickname Smiling Oara had to say.

“So you have nothing more to say?”

Roman stuck out his tongue and said as he watched Encred continue to ask even as the air changed.

“Do you use your will when you use a fork? For example, when you draw a sword? When you take up a stance?”

The meaning of Roman’s words was simple.

‘Controlling every movement, even the smallest muscle movements.’

For what?

It’s just for one stab.

Only then did Encred realize what Roman had said.

Encred repeated what Roman had said until he reached a new day, but of course it wasn’t easy.

On the contrary, it was frustrating.

Even though I heard it, it didn’t work out the way I wanted.

Was Will something that moved as it wished?

That was the beginning.

When people encounter a ray of light in the midst of overwhelming darkness, they talk about hope.

Encred never discussed hope because he never gave up on anything and never let go of the string.

However, something I gained through Roman warmed my heart.

What are you doing now?

To imitate.

A kind of imitation that seems to imitate Ragnar’s sword.

But can you perfectly copy the knight’s sword and use it?

To conclude, that is not possible.

why?

‘Because the path of a knight is different for each and every one.’

Because their swords are all different.

I know this from experience.

The Knight of Azpen, Ragna, the Mercenary King, and Shinar told me.

So, instead of imitating others, you should find your own path and move forward.

That was the beginning.

Encred studied knight-level blows.

For that, he had to live one hundred and sixty-two more todays.

Only then did I reach the realm of understanding.

No, I knew it in my head, but I had to say that it was an area where my body reacted.

“The movement of the toes, the movement of a single finger, that’s what makes Will stay, right?”

Roman’s eyes widened at the question he asked knowingly.

“Those guys are geniuses.”

And he misunderstood.

Encrid didn’t bother to clear up the misunderstanding.

Now it was time to begin the hard work.