Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 817
Chapter 817: Chapter 815 – Guests
Chapter 815 – Guests
‘Will is volition.’
To put it simply, that was it.
Ragna, too, knew that principle.
Then was the blade of heat, spewed forth through Sunrise, my will?
‘Or was it the will of the sword?’
The abilities I can wield because it is a relic-class sword in which lingering thoughts have accumulated for generations—are they mine?
Or are they the sword’s?
These were the words that had been drifting through Ragna’s mind since the fight with Beelrog.
The emotion of regret had also found him.
‘At the end, I shouldn’t have unleashed the heat.’
In the final battle with Beelrog, Ragna had felt dissatisfaction with his last sword strike.
It was a fight that should have ended with his sword.
The blade that should have slashed all three crystals had been blocked.
‘Why?’
Ragna always knew the path his sword would take.
It was on the level of seeing the future in advance.
That was why he had also seen that his sword would smash through Beelrog’s three crystals.
It had been a determined fact.
But it had failed.
Was it a lack of capability?
No, it was a path that had been visible because it had been possible in that moment.
Though he often lost his way when searching for a path, the Ragna who held a sword did not.
In the midst of that, he had also seen Enkrid break his shell and take a step forward.
He had watched Enkrid’s Extinguishing Embers from up close.
The Captain was moving forward.
‘Then what about me?’
Had I regressed?
At that thought, funnily enough, his heart pounded, his spirit stirred, and all sorts of emotions intersected before converging into one.
And funnily enough, it was not a negative emotion.
‘This is fun.’
The pleasure and elation the Captain had spoken of countless times had found him.
That moment, which had been boring because the path was set, now felt so different.
That was why this time was not agonizing.
He was simply enjoying it.
And just because he found it enjoyable didn’t mean he intended to stay here.
The end of all these emotions was felt because he was moving forward.
Ragna was a genius.
He did not miss that principle.
Only by moving forward would this enjoyment continue.
Monster, Beelrog, fight, Captain, Extinguishing Embers, Beelrog again, and then Sunrise.
His thoughts followed one another in a chain, and he walked in search of a dimly visible light.
In that process, Ragna did not feel the slightest bit of boredom.
That was why he had been swinging his sword even when alone, walking within his own world regardless of what was happening around him.
At first, he had thought he was walking alone, but in his mind’s eye, the Captain and that mad rabble had approached and stayed one by one, and at some point, the light that had seemed so far away had strode closer.
“Do you get it now?”
Inside his mind’s eye, Sunrise spoke to him.
Sunrise was a relic, but not an Ego Sword, so this must have been a delusion, but the sword did emit a faint vibration.
“You’ll finally be able to use a sword properly.”
To be precise, were they words spoken not by the sword but by the lingering thoughts contained within it?
‘If I am consumed by Sunrise, I will remain at a merely decent level.’
Of course, ‘merely decent’ here was from Ragna’s perspective.
The words had come out from the fact that he could not be satisfied with his current state.
It was natural, but there was a clear reason why even the house of Yohan had left such a sword alone and not used it.
If used incorrectly, you are instead consumed by the sword.
A sword that requires outstanding talent to even be granted the qualification to hold it, and even that qualification must be continuously proven.
‘Not a Treasured Sword, but a Demon Sword.’
Yes, if he had to categorize it, it was closer to a Demon Sword.
“Blade.”
That was why he had to wield it not with heat, but with his own inherent will.
He must not be wielded by the sword, but wield the sword.
He had to do so with his will.
The answer to the conclusion he had reached after repeated thought was ‘blade’.
Not heat, but blade.
A sword forged of Will.
Ragna’s talent found the light, grasped it, and swallowed it.
“…What is this crazy bastard talking about?”
The man in the black hat said.
It was after he had barely escaped the pressure.
The one with the greatsword was ready to fight at any moment.
“What is it? An enemy? Should I cut them down?”
Though it wasn’t clearly visible on the outside, Ragna was steeped in a faint elation.
The sense of omnipotence he had felt when he became a knight filled his body.
But he wouldn’t get drunk on it and swing his sword carelessly.
It was just that.
‘If I were to fight again.’
If he were to meet the now-dead Beelrog again, he was only filled with the thought that he would not fight as unsightly as before.
In other words, Ragna was now full of the desire to fight.
Should it be said that his state was comparable to a frog just before achieving its goal, a giant drunk on blood, an elf protecting the forest, a dwarf who has discovered a precious gem, and a beastkin who has met an attractive mate?
However, the extraordinary are a species that always breaks the limits set by their kind.
An extraordinary frog would know to hold back even when drunk on desire, just before achieving its goal.
It was the same for other races.
A cool-headed giant, an ascetic beastkin, an emotional and aggressive elf, a dwarf who has transcended material greed.
Ragna had shown such patience just by asking instead of cutting him down on the spot.
Esther recognized that.
For it was a path she too had achieved and walked through magic.
She looked at Ragna and thought.
‘And all of this is because of the person named Enkrid.’
It was what she had learned from watching his back.
Just as it was for her, it was for Ragna too.
“No. A guest. For now.”
Esther chose her words and spat them out, and the man in the black hat felt his cold reason turn into boiling water.
He wanted to pour out everything he had right here and now and bring them to their knees.
But he could not.
As long as he professed to be someone’s subordinate, the command took precedence over his own will.
“I will kill you.”
The man with the greatsword, separate from him, revealed his will.
Regardless of the purity of that will, its size was considerable.
Looking at his stance, attitude, and presence all together, he was a man who knew how to fight.
From Ragna’s standard, a man who knew how to fight was at a knight’s level.
But he didn’t quite suit his taste.
At best, it would be over in one or two slashes.
If that is the case, it would just be better to have a sparring match with the Captain.
Of course, right now, reflecting on what he had just realized was more important.
So, if they weren’t enemies, he could just ignore them.
After hearing Esther’s words, Ragna turned and left with long strides.
The man with the greatsword could not chase him.
Even if he had revealed his will to fight, he too was a subordinate.
“…What in the world was that?”
The man in the black hat asked as if muttering.
He had lived in this world long enough.
And he had met many peculiar people.
The man just now was outstanding even among them.
He was a man in whom madness could be glimpsed.
Esther answered, thinking of Ragna.
“A lost swordsman.”
“What?”
There was nothing more to say.
In any case, they were on their way to meet the person named Enkrid.
The portly merchant took out a handkerchief, wiped his forehead, took out a round pill from his bosom, swallowed it, and muttered to himself.
“It protects and calms the mind.”
The effect wasn’t a fake, as his trembling legs soon returned to normal.
“Phew, there won’t be any more incidents like that, will there?”
The merchant said with a smile and started moving again.
And so they went.
How many steps had they taken, when they met someone else.
They hadn’t just met them.
It was a similar situation to before, though different.
“Who do we have here?”
The merchant felt something cold and eerie touch his neck.
He didn’t know what had just happened, but the warning his instincts gave him was clear.
Stop walking and shut your mouth.
The merchant did so.
The man in the black hat only swiveled his eyes to the side.
His eyes moved beyond the range of a normal human, and he confirmed the person standing next to him.
It was a man with reddish-brown hair and an uncommon appearance.
Having approached at some point, he was standing between the black hat and him, aiming two blades, less than a hand-span long and held so that the handles were not visible, at their necks.
One wrong move and they would be sliced clean through.
The man in the black hat also knew this instinctively.
The man with the greatsword was a step late in retreating and gripping the handle of his sword.
Jaxen’s gaze did not change.
He had asked who they were, but he just stared at Esther.
He wasn’t trying to pick a fight for no reason.
The moment he saw these three, his senses had reacted.
Regardless of their skill, they were men who exuded a seditious aura.
They had not come with good intentions.
Therefore, if necessary, it was right to subdue them here.
They were such unpleasant people that if it weren’t for Esther, he would have attacked first.
Jaxen had always dealt with assassins who aimed for Enkrid or those who snuck in.
For him, this was daily life.
Though not for the people on the receiving end.
“Still guests.”
Esther replied flatly.
She did not think they were a threat.
Therefore, she was taking them to Enkrid.
“Hm.”
Jaxen retreated just like that.
Since there was no need to exchange any more words, he just went to take care of his own business.
Today was the day he was meeting his lover.
The reason he had stepped up now was with the thought of picking up some trash he had seen on his way, not with the full intention of doing anything.
It was after Jaxen had retreated.
The merchant muttered.
“This is worse than the Demon Realm.”
Esther glanced at him.
The merchant gave the impression that if he were to enter the Demon Realm, it would be a hard to survive until he could count to ten.
And yet, if he had experienced not just the border of the Demon Realm but the inside, there must have been a reason.
The information revealed in his tone suggested so.
“It’ll be a problem if you’re surprised by this.”
Esther said honestly.
In The Order of the Madmen Knights, there were others left who would surprise them more than those two.
The road to the training grounds was proving to be unexpectedly rough.
They had set out to deliver a simple message or threat, but instead, they were being threatened.
“Damn bastards.”
The man in the black hat was getting a little twisted up inside.
As they continued forward, this time two swordsmen of knight-level, who looked so similar they could have been brothers, stepped forward and were in the middle of a fight, veins popping on their foreheads.
It wasn’t a clash of swords, but an argument.
“Hey, there’s a new person over there. It’s only fair to ask them.”
Said the man named Fel.
His former profession was a Shepherd of the Wilderness, and he was now a member of The Order of the Madmen Knights, a hard worker who bet on the moment, discussed talent, and yet trained like madman.
The man standing opposite him, Ropord, shrugged.
“By all means.”
Fel, seeing Esther, asked the three behind her.
“Hey there. Between the two of us, who do you think is better looking?”
Fuck, what kind of random question is this?
The man in the black hat wasn’t even flustered.
He just felt a daze, as if he had been up for several nights.
There were no sane people here.
“Do I look like a pushover?”
The man in the black hat muttered.
Even though he had once been a corps commander of a beast unit?
Even though there had been countless soldiers who would wet themselves if they saw him, even from a distance?
It was to the point that his nickname, ‘Guide of the Black Wave,’ was put to shame.
No matter how few discerning eyes there were, how could this be.
The man suppressed his complex feelings with a blank expression.
He was a subordinate.
What he could do here was limited.
“This one.”
That was why he answered meekly.
Pfft.
It seemed such a sound was heard from somewhere.
The man’s eyes once again swiveled abnormally and swept over Esther.
Only one of his eyeballs was positioned to the side of his eye.
It was an eerie trick.
She was expressionless.
But the sound of laughter just now was definitely hers.
“With eyes like those, no wonder you can’t discern anything properly.”
Fel did not accept this.
He pointed at the other’s eyes with his finger, spoke, and then turned away.
“Right, of course you can’t accept it this time either.”
Ropord was nonchalant.
It was a fight he had won from the start, so he was acting like a winner.
“It was an unfair fight from the beginning. You hang out with the soldiers every day, and I don’t, so if you ask for an evaluation of our looks in those conditions, they have no choice but to say that because they’re afraid of your fists.”
He had already asked the soldiers a similar question and gotten an answer before coming here.
Sometimes, long words are proof of a disadvantage.
The current Fel was like that.
“Let’s go.”
Esther ignored them and passed by.
The man with the greatsword debated whether he should draw his sword or not.
Was it not to that extent?
It was ambiguous whether he should draw his sword and threaten them or not.
As they walked on, this time they met a large man and woman who looked so much alike they could have been siblings.
“You are full of a seditious aura.”
“If your heart is looking to receive the god of war, you may speak at any time.”
The two said only that and stopped.
Esther said again that they were guests.
The two passed by them.
“Because there’s a lecture at the temple today.”
Said the man who was presumed to be a bear beastkin as he passed.
The man in the black hat mulled over the words the two had thrown.
‘Receive the god of war?’
That was what the apostles of the war god often said.
It was the crazy talk of saying that since forgiveness belongs to God, their duty was to send them to God’s side.
In other words, it meant, ‘speak if you want to die’.
“These bastards?”
Now he was at a point where he couldn’t even get angry.
Esther, the witch the man called the Child of the Stars, led them to their destination.
There was the man with black hair and blue eyes.
“Rem, you reek.”
There was a beastkin with golden eyes and an ill-mannered tongue.
“Uh, what kind of nonsense are you spouting? Perhaps you want some combat practice?”
And with them was a barbarian who spouted even greater nonsense.
The beastkin held her nose, and the barbarian grinned, taking out his axe.
“Should I just split one of them first?”
It would probably be alright.
But that decision was not Esther’s to make.
“Guests.”
Esther said and looked at Enkrid.
Two pairs of blue eyes met.
There must have been a reason why Esther had brought them this far.
“You crazy bastards!”
And there was the man in the black hat who, overjoyed at the treatment he had received on his way here, let out a shriek that was like a cheer.
Enkrid looked at him calmly.
They were such contrasting figures.
One was clearly excited, while the other was as calm as could be.
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Chapter 816 – Competition
It is said that a magician is inherently a cold-hearted designer.
They fight using their heads, cornering their opponents at the end of a calculation.
For a magician, excitement is distant, and composure is close.
The man in the black hat was a magician.
A magician whose appearance had not changed at all since the time Esther had known him.
Therefore, he was a magician who had clearly lived for a very long time.
A blue vein popped on the magician’s face.
It was likely because the blood flow had accelerated due to his excitement.
Conversely, Enkrid simply poked the ground with the tip of his sky-blue sword, called Dawn, and looked at his opponent with indifferent eyes.
And so, the gazes of the two contrasting figures met.
The magician in the black hat was engulfed in rage, but he had not lost himself.
It was a rage wrapped in reason.
Now was not the time to act on a whim.
But was it right to let this go without saying a single word to them?
‘Ignorance is a sin.’
It was a common maxim among those who wielded mana.
It was a world whose philosophy was on a different level from that of ordinary people.
‘If you don’t know, you will suffer for your ignorance.’
They were ignorant, therefore, they were sinners.
So wouldn’t it be alright to offer a sharp word and perhaps a light slap?
Enkrid thought as he looked at his opponent with indifferent eyes.
‘Rem’s reaction speed has gotten faster.’
The sparring match from a little while ago lingered vividly in his mind.
The explosive muscular strength from his pivot foot, the monstrous heart, the giant-cleaving technique—a manifestation of various shamanistic arts.
‘The axe that extended in that process was.’
Faster than the past, when it had been called a flash.
It was a bolt of lightning that fell, leaving only a faint afterimage because it was faster than the sound of tearing air.
Someone who didn’t know, or whose skills were inferior, would say that the past and the present were the same.
Because they did not have the eyes to see.
But at Enkrid’s or Rem’s level, it was different.
‘A slight difference.’
That gap, called ‘slight’, decides victory and defeat, life and death.
How could he be faster?
‘It’s the optimization of movement.’
He had made the path of all his movements extremely short, and then had unleashed an explosive power when swinging the axe.
‘Condensation and explosion.’
In the end, it was the utilization of Will.
It was amazing enough to control the body with only instinct and intuition, but someone at a knight’s level could immediately copy this just by seeing it.
Even Enkrid, who had been so scorned for having no talent, was now at a stage where he could copy it in a day or two.
It was thanks to having gained muscular strength, agility, and physical ability on a different level from ordinary people because he had become a knight.
Of course, he would have to devote himself to training all day, but that was not a difficult task for Enkrid.
In any case, it meant that what he had to pay attention to here was the utilization of Will.
‘It’s Indules.’
For a moment, a change in the nature of the Will swirling inside Rem’s body must have occurred.
To be precise, he used shamanistic power, not Will, but hadn’t Esther said that their source was the same?
‘Like lightning falling from the sky.’
Will or shamanistic power, whatever you call it, Rem had drawn out and wielded the power of lightning.
How had he done that?
He must have displayed his specialty, Descent.
He had called upon one of the eight gods that protect the West.
It was not something achieved through training, but through shamanism, borrowing their experience.
“If we’re fighting for our lives, I’m the best.”
It was a phrase Rem always had on his lips.
Even if the source was the same, the result changes depending on the way that power is used.
There is a single stick.
Someone will tie a fishing line to that stick and catch a fish, and someone else might commit a robbery with that same stick.
‘And yet another might declare they will become king by attaching a jewel to that stick.’
If one were to imagine, there was no end.
Enkrid, though he was aware that his thoughts were branching off on their own, left them as they were.
Imagination that escapes control sometimes breaks the boundaries one has unconsciously drawn and expands one’s capacity.
It broadens concepts and allows one to see things from a new perspective.
The day was incredibly clear.
The sunlight was not just warm but hot, and the earth of the training grounds was bone-dry, radiating heat.
The clouds drifted, clustered in a few clumps, and the sky was a deep blue.
The sunlight cut between Enkrid and the man in the black hat.
One side accepted that bright sunlight as it was, while the other looked as if a dark cloud was hanging over his head.
Nothing had actually happened, but that was the atmosphere.
“It’s a nice day, tsk.”
Rem muttered.
Just as Enkrid was excited, Rem too was excited.
This was after he had dedicated himself to recovery as soon as he had arrived at the Border Guard.
Tap.
Enkrid, who had stuck Dawn into the ground, lifted it as if to slash forward and spoke.
“Enough.”
Following him, the gray-haired barbarian also spoke.
“Hey, don’t.”
And the beastkin with golden eyes.
“You stink.”
The man in the black hat had not yet said anything.
He had just been about to move his mana to give them a light warning.
That is to say, the will had arisen, and he had been on the verge of raising his mana accordingly, but all three of them had spoken.
As if they had predicted that he would use magic.
‘Are their senses that good?’
There were guys like that sometimes.
Wretchedly sensitive, for mere swordsmen.
Were there three of them?
Esther looked at the opponent and spoke.
“Wouldn’t it be better to state your business first?”
Those words also sounded as if she were saying that if things went south, she would bury them all here regardless of their purpose.
‘How dare they.’
How many people in the world could do that to him?
Could the chaff of the continent, who weren’t even from the Demon Realm, do so?
“If I so choose, I could kill half of you with a single gesture.”
The man spoke, and the man with the greatsword entered a combat stance.
The master of the greatsword tensed his entire body.
Tension often becomes a good weapon.
He knew that.
The presence of the two humans and one beastkin standing before him had not changed, but if things went south, a fight would break out.
That was what his instincts told him.
More than anything, it was also a warning from the other self, the one that spewed heat, that had taken root within his heart.
The man from the Lengardis merchant guild couldn’t understand what on earth was happening.
He just watched cautiously and then slowly backed away.
He shouldn’t have come with them in the first place.
All he had to do was offer a peaceful dialogue and proposal.
The man in the black hat lifted the brim that was slanted over his eyes.
His eyes had already turned completely black, without a single speck of white.
“I’ll just take one of your eyes. A cyclops’s wish fulfilled.”
He said.
Esther was, for a moment, impressed.
It was not a good kind of admiration.
‘No development.’
He was an old acquaintance of hers.
The pattern and flow of his mana, the process of the spell’s activation and the incantation—nothing had changed from before.
Esther, too, was a genius.
The opponent couldn’t imagine it, but she did not forget a mana pattern she had experienced once.
The opponent cast a curse, one of the Forbidden Word spells, that makes bugs burst from the eyeballs.
“Rejected.”
Esther moved her mana and dispelled the curse.
She wasn’t the only one who had reacted.
“Begone, vile thing, you bastard.”
Rem said, holding his axe vertically.
The formless mass of curse made of mana was crushed and scattered before it.
Dunbakel retreated from the terrible stench.
She stood right behind Rem.
“Who told you to hide behind me? You come back having learned only bad things. Later, I’ll have to beat that eastern laziness out of you.”
“Hey, since you were blocking it, you could have blocked it for me too. Nagging at the drop of a hat.”
“A beastkin bastard talking back?”
The two bickered.
It was as if they didn’t care about the opponent in front of them.
The magician in the black hat’s mouth hung half-open.
‘What is this.’
They dispelled a curse?
And so easily?
Furthermore, Enkrid hadn’t offered any resistance at all.
He too now had a wealth of experience dealing with all sorts of spells.
He had continuously trained in spell response with Esther.
In that process, he had learned that curses didn’t work on him.
He had learned that he didn’t have to block them with his senses.
It wasn’t for nothing that Esther had brought them here.
It was because they were not a threat.
It would be a bit of a struggle for her to deal with those two alone, but.
‘If it’s Enki.’
He was someone who could deal with them without any problem, even alone.
And they were also troublesome people who might cause trouble inside the city if left alone.
Then people might get hurt or die.
Thinking this far, Esther felt an unfamiliar emotion.
‘Am I worried about people?’
Or did she care for them?
At some point, this city, the Border Guard, and everyone had become a part of Esther’s life.
The child who had dreamed of the stars had only known magic and had lived exploring spells, but at some point, she had come to know the preciousness of people.
‘Protecting what’s behind you.’
She now understood the meaning of those words to the point where her heart ached.
She had hoped that the soldier wouldn’t die from some pointless act of defiance.
That soldier’s name was Marco, he was the lover of a member of her own unit, and that man’s dream was to become a squire of The Order of the Madmen Knights.
‘Is all of this unnecessary information?’
Yes.
Her head said so.
For a person who explores and researches magic, it was not important at all.
No.
Her heart said otherwise.
Can a person who does not know how to live life pursue the truth?
‘They cannot.’
Out of nowhere, Esther sank into herself and began to organize her thoughts, and Enkrid watched that Esther.
The man with the pitch-black eyes was a magician, and the woman he knew was a spellcaster by the name of witch.
But that woman’s blue eyes were incomparably clearer than the man who had been playing tricks in front of them.
They were like a lake that held purity, untouched by the filth of the world.
“So why did you come?”
Enkrid asked.
The man in the black hat was a subordinate; he was a messenger who had to deliver a message.
He was in a position where he could not forsake that duty.
“Why else? They came because they wanted to die.”
“The stench is too strong. Can’t we just beat them a little to get the smell out?”
Right beside him, the barbarian and the beastkin added a few words each.
‘Do I really have to just leave them be?’
The magician had to regain his reason once more, and he was on the verge of sighing.
And does the smell go away if you beat someone?
That beastkin was definitely not just mad, but excessively mad.
“You killed Beelrog, didn’t you?”
Enkrid had spoken honestly to whoever asked, but he hadn’t spread rumors anywhere.
It was not a story a stranger could just come and ask about.
Enkrid waited quietly, as if telling him to continue.
“He was a very peculiar being. He wandered around, even though he had the ability to build his own domain in the Demon Realm. Well, this is a separate story. Thanks to that, my master has taken an interest in you.”
Before his words could finish, the man from the Lengardis merchant guild cut in, wiping his sweat.
“My master’s conditions will not be bad either.”
Before Enkrid could even answer, the man with the greatsword also opened his mouth.
“My master as well. But personally, I need to confirm if your skills are real.”
No, he hadn’t just opened his mouth.
With his words, the man swung his greatsword.
Swinging the sword came before taking a step.
The greatsword he swung was already falling on Enkrid’s head.
Before this whole movement began, his knees had bent slightly, and with that light movement, he had closed the space.
The distance between Enkrid and the man with the greatsword was such that their voices could be heard, but the sword would have to come three steps closer to reach.
That distance was closed in an instant.
Enkrid lifted Dawn.
The man in the black hat and the man from the Lengardis merchant guild did not see what happened next.
To be precise, they did not see the process, but they saw the result.
BOOM—
It sounded like a large drum bursting, unable to withstand the pressure.
And with that sound.
“Ugh.”
The greatsword of the man with the greatsword struck the ground.
There was a sound of it hitting the earth with a thump.
At the same time, his waist bent forward.
Somehow, Enkrid’s fist had touched and then left his stomach.
He collapsed forward from that one blow.
He let go of his sword, placed both hands on the floor, and spewed out a mouthful of blood with a retch.
At that result alone, the two’s eyes widened.
The magician’s black eyes had at some point returned to those of an ordinary person.
And the merchant from Lengardis began the competition first.
“Eternal life. I promise you eternal life.”
The magician snorted.
“Eternal life, my foot.”
Enkrid did not understand the meaning of their words.
And from the back of the man who held the greatsword, heat shimmered, and something like a mouth formed on it and spoke.
“I will give you land.”
Rem, who had been watching, picked his ear and spoke.
“What are these crazy bastards talking about?”
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[SHOP BEST BUY] – 50e – Every chapter translated – Latest WN-969 + daily chapters from monday to friday for a month.
-KNIGHT – Cost 20e – Chapters 899-969 + daily chapters from Monday to Friday for a month
I welcome you to join our discord https://discord.gg/RY7BbJpeAZ
**ANY INFO ONLY APPLIES TO THE LATEST CHAPTER HERE ON WEBNOVEL**