Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 830
Chapter 830: Chapter 828 – Dragonkin
Chapter 828 – Dragonkin
“Well, he’s gone mad again,” Rem muttered from behind.
A commander who smiled like that did seem a bit crazy. Of course, Rem was hardly one to talk, but no one present cared about that.
Enkrid’s Dawnforged sliced diagonally through the air.
Once again, he stepped into the domain of silence.
His opponent reacted in kind.
The only difference was…
‘It’s bending.’
In that fleeting moment, the white sword bent and coiled around the blade of Dawnforged.
It was as if a white snake were slithering up the blade.
It wasn’t a pliant, flexible sword, so how was that possible?
There was no time for questions.
Thinking would get his wrist lopped off.
Enkrid twisted his wrist.
He poured his strength and Will into the wrist he had trained countless times.
T-t-t-t-tang!
The moment they broke free from the crushing air, the screeching of blades rang in his ears.
Sparks flew fiercely.
It was an upward slope with no proper footing.
The two moved again, stepping on, crushing, and breaking tree roots and chunks of rock on the mountainside.
Enkrid drew his opponent’s gaze with a high horizontal slash, then suddenly dropped his sword low.
It was one of Enkrid’s orthodox sword techniques, an art of deceiving the starting point of the sword.
The vertically slit yellow eyes were unwavering.
He raised his pure white sword and parried the blow.
CLANG!
As several more blows were exchanged, people began to gather behind Enkrid.
“What is that thing?” Ragna had arrived.
Jaxen arrived and crossed his arms without a word.
Audin spoke with a smile. “We saw several flame monsters on the way, but it’s surprisingly quiet here.”
“That might be natural.” Esther approached from behind Audin.
She had been riding a beast that looked like a black mass, but as she set her feet on the ground, her mount scattered like smoke.
The scattered black smoke transformed into a shawl that draped over her shoulders.
Seeing this alone, she looked like a witch who lived in the demon realm or handled demonic beasts, but no one said a word.
They were more focused on what she had just said.
“What do you mean by that?” Rem asked from atop his tree, his eyes still fixed on the front.
The fight was evenly matched.
Well, there were parts you couldn’t know without fighting yourself, so he couldn’t be sure.
At a level like this, a single small mistake or psychological pressure could decide the winner and loser.
In that respect, it didn’t seem like Enkrid would lose, but one never knew the outcome.
“It is not human, nor dwarf, nor elf.”
Shinar, who had arrived next, spoke.
She stared ahead and spoke again.
“Its eyes are like those of a snake, and the aura it gives off is more unique than any other race.”
There is a race known by this description.
Elves are the children of flowers and trees, and dwarves are the children of steel and flame.
Giants are the children of hot blood, for they prove themselves through blood and slaughter.
Beastkin are the children of the mountains and fields, for they began hunting to survive.
Frogs are the children of dreams, and humans have the world as their parent, for they can become anything.
And the Dragonkin are called ‘those who walk alone,’ a race without parents among all the races.
It means they are beings that cannot be easily understood.
“Why is a Dragonkin here?” Audin asked, as if to himself.
Coincidences can pile up in the world.
No one could have known they would meet a Dragonkin on the way.
Of course, the Dragonkin would have a reason for being here, but that was something they couldn’t know.
If the gods of heaven were watching over them, would they perhaps know?
Maybe, but in any case, it was unknowable in reality.
After experiencing Fantasia, Esther’s senses for feeling magic had become incredibly sharp.
That sensitivity read the traces the Dragonkin had left behind.
‘Vibration.’
The magic in the atmosphere was shaking and trembling, and it was being pulled to one side.
In other words, should this be called mana affinity?
It was known as one of the things Dragonkin are born with.
A magician is inherently closer to a researcher.
As a side project, she had experience collecting and reading historical records and data about Dragonkin.
Meanwhile, Enkrid’s sword became a flash of light and drew three lines.
A sword strike that drew the shortest path through optimized thought.
One cannot predict lightning, so the Dragonkin also gave up on predicting.
Instead, he leaped backward.
Another acceleration.
Enkrid became a flowing line and rushed toward the retreating opponent.
It was a continuous process of them biting at each other.
Esther had cast a physical acceleration spell to watch the fight, but even so, she couldn’t properly see the entire process.
What she saw was Enkrid’s Dawnforged striking the Dragonkin’s left arm, and at the same time, his white longsword stabbing Enkrid’s stomach.
Everything happened in an instant, and the result was far beyond prediction.
Gray scales sprouted on the opponent’s arm, blocking the blade of Dawnforged, and Enkrid’s stomach was not pierced by the longsword either.
Their gazes crossed.
‘Scales?’
‘Leather?’
One stared at the scales, and the other’s gaze was stolen by the black leather armor.
At the same time, Enkrid extended his leg, and the Dragonkin threw a punch.
CRACK!
With a roar, a gust of wind blew out from between them.
Shinar blocked Esther’s path and waved her hand, gathering her energy and scattering the force from their impact.
“A formidable opponent,” she said in admiration.
In fact, it wasn’t just her; everyone was amazed.
Right now, none of them could underestimate Enkrid’s skill.
The mere fact that he was in an even match proved that the Dragonkin standing before him had tremendous combat power.
Of course, for the Dragonkin, who had always stood in a superior position due to his innate powers, this might be an even stranger event, but the Dragonkin showed no emotion.
He just did what he had to do.
“It doesn’t work. Really. Halt.”
A magic vibration that not only Esther but everyone could feel.
What was contained in his words was will itself.
A power that overwrites and suppresses the opponent’s will.
It was a representative power of the Dragonkin.
A general term for the mysterious power that springs from the mouth: Word of Command.
It was similar to the incantations used for magic, but it was on a different level.
A restraining force that an ordinary human would find difficult to refuse.
This is what Esther knew.
And the one human who should have been shaken, his will suppressed, countered the words as if it were nothing.
“I said, reject. Stop being so clingy.”
He runs his mouth well.
But why does the Dragonkin talk like that?
Esther felt surprise and curiosity rise within her at the same time.
“You hate clinginess, but since you haven’t said anything to me so far, you must already think of me as your fiancée, right?”
Shinar was the same as always.
She had said he was formidable, but not that he was threatening.
If that was her view, then it was the same for the others.
None of them stepped forward.
They didn’t have to.
Enkrid’s fighting spirit had not been broken once.
No, if anything, it seemed to be growing as he fought.
As he was fiercely pushing forward, his opponent asked, “Are you perhaps a shard of Beelrog? The way you fight is similar.”
And the opponent spoke. No, he was asking.
“His way of talking is a mess,” Rem said.
For a moment, Rem and everyone else were of one mind. They all had the same thought. Enkrid interpreted the words in real-time and mulled over what his opponent had said. Is he saying that because of the material of the armor I’m wearing? He thought so for a moment, but that wasn’t it. Within the Dragonkin’s knowledge, he was asking because there was only one being who enjoyed fighting to this extent.
“I think I’m better looking,” Enkrid nonchalantly received the words.
Being compared in looks to a creature with two horns and cracked skin was not pleasant, but what did that matter now?
“Let’s fight more,” Enkrid breathed out the wish.
Naturally, Enkrid didn’t have a talent like the Word of Command, so there was no coercive force in his words.
Instead, there was resolve, will, principles, conviction, and a fist.
To be precise, the Dawnforged he had received as an inscribed weapon was gripped in his hand.
His sword sometimes showed a coercive force greater than a Word of Command.
A madman who charges with a smile, and a slender man with blond hair who watches nonchalantly.
Human and Dragonkin cross the weapons they hold.
As Enkrid met his blade and tried to drive him into a bind, the Dragonkin retreated.
Enkrid chased him, accelerating his thoughts.
He also mobilized his five senses and sixth sense to try and read his opponent’s means.
All that effort stretched the moment of thought and tightened the present.
In that tightened time, lines and points to subdue the opponent were continuously connected, and one thought separated itself to grasp the opponent.
‘It feels numb.’
The sword strikes of the man in front of him, his presence—that’s what it was like.
There’s a feeling you get from the sword no matter who you fight.
For example, what about Beelrog?
It’s strange to say, but he was a man who reminded one of a rock that was hard yet flexibly bent.
Oara was like a flowing wave, and Ragna was a lightning bolt that could break anything, but a lightning bolt that burned and lingered like a flame.
A lightning bolt full of a stubbornness that was not satisfied with just a momentary flash.
Jaxen was an unseen blade, and Audin seemed like a stubbornly rolling rock, but sometimes he would pull out a hidden club from behind the rock.
It meant that on the outside he was a stubborn fighter, but inside, he had many means to win.
Rem acts like a fierce beast while simultaneously showing the aspect of a hunter.
‘A contradiction.’
In his stretched thoughts, he recalled the day he drank the founding wine.
It was an excellent drink.
A drink that required contradictory words to express its aroma and taste.
‘Two things that cannot coexist.’
Beelrog, a bending rock, was like that.
And all the members of the Madmen Knight Order were similarly acquiring such a thing.
Enkrid’s eyes could see these things because his perspective and the way he looked at things had changed.
His opponent was like a numb swamp.
He was also like a black pit.
‘It feels like I’m fighting a doll.’
But the substance exists.
It is not an illusion, but reality.
As he read the trajectory of the white longsword, he momentarily saw the next move.
It was a step ahead shown not by experience, but by a flash of inspiration.
Enkrid’s Dawnforged dodged the longsword and cut the opponent’s left thigh.
T-t-tang!
At the same time, the opponent’s sword also grazed over Enkrid’s stomach.
T-d-duk.
The sound was unfamiliar.
The sensation in his hand was also.
‘It’s the same as before. Not skin, but…’
He felt like he had hit something hard.
The loose cloth clothes, an old rag that couldn’t be used as armor, were torn, revealing scales similar to a scaler on the man’s thigh.
His skin was densely covered with gray scales.
“Are you a monster?”
There was no answer.
At best, he had only felt a faint texture of emotion from his opponent.
Funnily enough, the texture of the emotion he felt while facing his sword was similar to his own.
‘This is fun.’
Enjoyment, expectation, and goodwill.
He was an opponent who showed no malice or killing intent at all.
That didn’t mean he thought his opponent would back down.
“You’re going to keep blocking, right?”
Amidst the numb feeling from the sword, one will was clearly felt.
The Dragonkin, or whatever it was, had no intention of retreating from here.
Vertically slit yellow pupils.
Now, with a t-d-duk sound, scales sprouted on his face as well.
It was the Dragonkin’s second power after the Word of Command: Dragon Scales.
He had become a body that could not be scratched by an ordinary sword strike.
The fight was not over.
However, something else intervened here.
Fwoosh.
The sound was small, but the shadow that covered their heads was large.
A mass of fire?
A cloud?
It looked like something like that.
Suddenly, a fire cloud appeared above their heads.
In that moment, the Dragonkin turned his body completely, showing his back perfectly to the opponent he had been trading blows with just a moment ago.
‘What is this now?’
A trap?
No.
From the Valen-style Mercenary Swordsmanship to Enkrid’s orthodox sword style, when it came to deception, Enkrid was a master among knights.
Conversely, from what he had faced so far, this Dragonkin, who showed unbelievable monstrous strength despite his skinny frame, was not skilled in deception.
It was a fact he could tell just by exchanging a few sword blows.
Therefore, turning his body now was sincere.
The reason?
The Dragonkin, as soon as he turned, raised his sword.
A fireball flew down at him, and his white longsword, just as Enkrid had done before, cut the fireball and split it.
The fireball, split to the left and right, embedded itself in the ground and exploded.
BOOM!
Broken pieces of stone, tree branches, and clumps of earth that had been fused by the heat scattered in all directions.
Along with that, the heat quickly enveloped the surroundings, making everything visible shimmer and waver like a mirage.
‘Hmm?’
Enkrid parried half of the flying debris with his sword and blocked the other half with his gauntlet.
Then he looked forward again.
“I wanted to live too.”
He saw a child.
A child he had never seen before, yet the moment he saw him, he was made to realize that he was the one who had failed to protect this child.
The child, cowering in a pit of fire and watching him cautiously, met Enkrid’s eyes.
The moment their eyes met, emotions surged and knocked down his reason.
Fact and reality did not matter, and only the current emotion became the truth.
The child’s mouth opened again.
“You could have saved me too, right?”
A child who had already died, a child he had failed to protect even though he stood behind him.
Several faces overlapped on top of his.
There had been two little boys who had said they would become herbalists.
He had lost one and protected one.
The child he had lost was looking at him and asking.
“You could have protected me, right? Right?”
There was no resentment in his tone.
It was innocent.
That dug even deeper into his heart and made his emotions surge.
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Chapter 829 – Themares
“Themares.”
A Dragonkin is one who walks alone.
Therefore, they also name themselves.
Themares, just before leaving his parents’ care after passing childhood, named himself with the language he had awakened to.
It meant ‘the essence of life.’
In a way, it was a name that suited the racial characteristics of a Dragonkin.
‘Wouldn’t most of them name themselves similarly?’
Themares had that thought as he chose his name.
Special eyes, special lungs, a special stomach, special skin, a special talent.
They were a race born with everything.
Even so, it was a law that nothing could be achieved without learning.
After realizing this principle, Themares learned everything faithfully.
Of course, if Enkrid had seen his life, it was at a level where he would have said, ‘Faithfully? Faaaithfullyyy?’.
For a race that lives a life close to eternal, he had put in considerable effort.
And Themares had lived a very long time.
So long that counting the years was meaningless.
‘Why must I live?’
A Dragonkin always contemplates.
They are nomads who wander in search of their reason for living.
They do not easily feel desire, have no wants, and no wishes.
That is why they could become those who walk alone.
And because of this disposition, they had to wander in search of a reason for living.
Just as a ship needs an anchor to be moored, they too needed an anchor to live.
A superior intellect does not allow one to live a meaningless life.
Therefore, to others, the Dragonkin sometimes seem to live with nobility as their weapon, and conversely, they seem to live with an incomprehensible abstruseness.
“Dragonkin are all different from each other.”
Because Dragonkin walk alone, they do not resemble one another.
While all other races come to resemble each other by watching one another, they only reveal their innate characteristics instead of such similarities.
They were not similar, but they were a race that was similar only in their expression of ennui.
This was the conclusion that the renowned scholars of the continent had cautiously put forth.
It was half right and half wrong.
They too had a commonality.
In a word, it could be called an anchor.
To be more precise, an anchor that allows them to live their lives.
If you have no wants and no wishes, what is the reason for living?
With what will you moor the ship that is life?
Beastkin are intoxicated by lust or appetite, and Frogs cannot resist their thirst for knowledge.
Elves wish for a stable society and situation, and dwarves are drawn to the desire to create.
Giants are a race with an innate instinct for slaughter.
It is not for nothing that they are called blood-drunk beasts.
Humans are intoxicated by all those desires and also overcome them.
And Dragonkin have no desire.
Therefore, they have lowered the anchor of duty to moor the ship of their lives.
They decide on a task to be done, make it their goal, and live by it, shaking off the ennui.
Because they are beings who live for an eternity, they needed a reason to stay in this world.
And because they live for an eternity, conversely, they could not be easily swayed by desires or wants.
Life is a stormy sea; the waves constantly crash.
Only by being impassive to all such things could they live an eternal life.
Should it be called the providence of the Creator?
Impassivity is one of the conditions for eternal life.
However, being impassive does not only have advantages.
If they become submerged in ennui, the Dragonkin fall into a sleep from which it is difficult to awaken.
What would you call a sleep from which one cannot awaken?
It would not be wrong to define it as death.
Beings who can die at any time—that is what a Dragonkin could be called.
‘Duty.’
He lowers the anchor.
On a day in the past, Themares had seen the traces of the Salamander and knew that this being did not need to be called a monster.
‘It was being controlled.’
By whom?
Finding that out is a distant task.
The Salamander is a Phantom Beast.
That he knew.
Themares had found his anchor to remain in reality.
‘I shall protect it.’
To put it in human terms, it was a pastime.
Like playing cards after finishing a hard day’s work.
It wasn’t particularly important, and it didn’t matter if he did it or not, but that alone became a reason to live.
Just as a game of cards with a few jokes and a glass of beer makes the hard work bearable, Themares had found his duty.
And to a Dragonkin, duty is something to be protected even at the cost of one’s life.
He intended to not only protect the Phantom Beast called the Salamander, but also to look after its will.
The duty expanded, and Themares’s goal became clear.
To not let anyone harm the Salamander, and not to let anyone be directly killed by the Salamander.
It has meaning because it is not easy.
He might not feel joy, but he could feel a small sense of satisfaction.
And his calculations were clear.
He drew a line.
‘The fire-forms spread around the Phantom Beast are without will.’
Therefore, they were outside the domain of his duty.
Only the direct use of power by the Phantom Beast, the Salamander, was within the fence of his duty and responsibility.
That is how Themares had calculated.
He was in the midst of spending another unquantifiable amount of time like this.
A Dragonkin is not affected by any desire or want.
That is generally the case.
And for it to be generally the case meant that there were exceptions.
Besides the anchor of duty, there was just one thing that drew a Dragonkin’s favor.
In words, it could be called a ‘grand dream.’
If Themares were to put it his own way, it could also be called…
‘A will that seems as if it will never break.’
He had met such intelligent beings a few times in his life.
Themares had shown favor to all of them.
They were beings worthy of respect, individuals who showed a pure will, beyond good and evil.
Beings who moved towards an ideal, not a desire.
A Dragonkin can neither hate nor dislike such beings.
A Dragonkin only takes sides for that one reason.
‘Respect for the will.’
They shine.
They shine like stars and burn their lives.
What a Dragonkin can only feel by forcibly holding on with duty and squeezing it out, these beings who shine on their own naturally exude.
A Dragonkin possessed the senses to capture and recognize it.
This was the reason Themares had shown unprovoked favor, along with enjoyment and expectation, while crossing swords with Enkrid.
Just as a Frog likes a beautiful appearance and an elf likes a clear aura, a Dragonkin is simply pleased when they meet someone who has filled their being with a will that is not easily seen.
It was similar to seeing a beautiful work of art, and it was similar to listening to music that moves the heart.
To put it more bluntly, it was something addictive.
Though it did not come before his duty.
There is no great cause, no justice, and no morality.
But neither do they put forth malice and killing intent.
To a Dragonkin, the most important thing is duty.
It was only natural, as it was their reason for living.
Themares grasped the current situation while processing several thoughts at once.
In the past, when the Phantom Beast was active, magical lifeforms made of fire were born in abundance around it, and those who came close to the Salamander would be intoxicated by illusions and lose their minds.
It was its unique ability.
Themares had no intention of killing anyone behind him.
‘The Phantom Beast’s mind has been contaminated.’
Why?
He couldn’t know.
A Dragonkin cannot divide his body into hundreds of clones.
He cannot use magic freely.
He can only wield his powers.
That is why he had missed the parasitic thought-form that had infiltrated this place.
‘Trickery.’
However, he could tell by feeling.
Someone must have done it.
Finding the reason would come later.
For now, he had to solve the problem at hand.
Themares particularly felt it was a waste for the man he had crossed swords with to die.
He had taken quite a liking to that man.
‘A waste?’
Had he ever felt this way before?
It was unfamiliar.
Of course, this emotion was also something to be looked back on later.
For now, he had to make sure that those intoxicated by the illusion did not become food for the flames.
The moment he made up his mind, one of the party standing behind him opened her mouth.
“Enki.”
It was the black-haired magician.
She had overcome the illusion spread by the Salamander with ease and opened her eyes.
It was truly in the blink of an eye.
Themares then had to witness a sight he had never seen before in his life.
“What kind of bullshit is this now?”
It was the gray-haired human.
He too had overcome the illusion.
And he was not the only one, so the Dragonkin experienced a surprise he had rarely encountered in his life.
Esther had recently experienced her world of spells and the real world overlapping through Fantasia.
It was difficult to forget that moment when a thrill that went beyond excitement had surged up.
But would it be good to be intoxicated by that feeling?
No.
The boundary between reality and illusion must be clear.
A magician must know how to draw that line.
‘To be intoxicated by illusion is like being trapped in a maze from which you can never escape.’
If one is satisfied with living in the illusions and phantoms they have created, they will no longer find a reason to live in reality.
She had overcome Fantasia.
Therefore, it was easy to crush, smash, and awaken from the illusion shown by the Salamander.
Her dead master had appeared and spat out resentful words.
‘He is not one to say such things even if a necromancer were to awaken him.’
The illusion was clumsy.
It wasn’t something that delved into the human psyche, but merely a vibration that shook the emotions.
Of course, the human mind could be mercilessly broken by that alone, but no one who had come this far was ordinary.
“What kind of bullshit is this now?”
Rem’s voice was heard.
At Esther’s call, Enkrid turns his head and asks back, “What?”
His tone was unconcerned.
He had cleanly overcome the illusion and phantom.
“I know that the Lord’s time to call me is not yet,” Audin said, a white divine light flowing from his entire body along with a prayer.
“I am the greatest pathfinder on the continent,” Ragna spouted nonsense.
“How many times have I met and fought demons? Do you think I would fall to something of this level?” Shinar sneered at the illusion.
Of course, being an elf, one had to listen closely to catch the sliver of emotion.
A demon gnaws at the opponent’s mind from the moment you face it.
Take Beelrog, for instance; if you can’t overcome its presence and intimidation, your lungs shrivel and you die.
It is a death that simply comes.
The one who had tried to take her as his bride?
The sword strike that killed with a mere graze was dangerous, but in the end, hadn’t he tried to swallow the entire elven city?
Imagining the worst is not a specialty unique to Krais.
The elves, instead of showing their emotions, had sung of despair and frustration in the depths of their hearts.
The entire city had been like that.
So, an illusion of this level was cute compared to the time when the city was being eaten away and dying.
And there was no need to even mention Enkrid’s will.
He is not shaken by something of this level.
He moves forward even after facing the child he could not protect.
If he couldn’t even do this much, he would have been trapped in some ‘today’ long ago.
There was no difficulty in distinguishing reality from illusion.
Enkrid had never been intoxicated by a sense of omnipotence.
‘Would Dunbakel have been a little shaken?’
He had the leisure for such stray thoughts.
Giants and beastkin are inherently vulnerable to this kind of trickery.
In terms of simple combat power, Dunbakel could probably hold her own against Teresa, and she wouldn’t be pushed back in a match against Ropord and Fel.
Of course, if it became a fight to the death, it would be meaningless to guess who would win, but…
‘Still.’
Dunbakel would have overcome it.
In the east, she had learned how to handle fear. It was clear that she had grown mentally.
Even if she were shaken by illusions and auditory hallucinations, she would not collapse.
The others would overcome it on their own.
“The beastkin might have stumbled a bit, but it’s no match for me,” Rem said.
The savage is crude on the outside, but meticulous on the inside.
You could tell by the fact that he was thinking of Dunbakel now.
He had mentioned the person he was most worried about.
However, his expression of affection was very rough, so it was painful for Dunbakel.
“Clumsy,” Enkrid heard the Ferryman’s phantom voice.
Right, it is clumsy.
The flames that covered the sky looked like a red cloud.
A crimson burning flame covered the sky.
To be precise, it would be more accurate to say that the flames were spread wide, not a cloud.
“It’s falling from above. The fire.”
Themares, the Dragonkin, said.
He didn’t stop there.
“My name is Themares.”
“I am a Dragonkin.”
“You are human.”
Now that the Salamander had awakened, his task was clear.
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