Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 865
Chapter 865: Chapter 863 – Habit, Quirk, Specialty
Chapter 863 – Habit, Quirk, Specialty
When he had previously asked for help in Count Molsan’s rebellion, Cypress had sent Ingis.
He had vaguely known it then, but even that had been a considerable strain.
The Southern Front was always short on hands.
This is the conversation they’d had then.
“A sore finger in my knightly order has become a wicked finger, so this is part of that responsibility, Your Highness. Do you think I swing my sword here solely for the sake of the royal family?”
The words spoken by Cypress, the pillar and knight who supported the kingdom, held many meanings.
What takes precedence over the royal family are those who stand behind me.
I, who was born with the talent of a knight, will use that talent and strength to protect the kingdom and its people.
In that process, if the royal family walks a different path from my will, the royal family will not be supported.
His tone was gentle, but if you only considered the content, it was half a threat.
Although Cypress was ultimately soft-spoken and had no intention of threatening.
It was a declaration that he would protect his beliefs and vows even if it meant opposing the royal family, but Krang at that time was not shocked.
“You speak of what is obvious.”
Rather, he had complied.
Because he believed that was the right path.
The South was in a symbiotic relationship with the royal family, as its assistance and supplies were essential.
That is, if Cypress ultimately decided to protect this front.
And yet, he was the Guardian of the South because he followed through on his own will and intentions.
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“You two over there. Don’t be so rude. If you need a sparring partner, I’ll take you on.”
The words came from among the soldiers, but naturally, they were not spoken by a soldier.
The Crimson Cloak Knights had three knights.
No, they still have three.
Originally there were three, then there were two, and now there are three again.
This was because Oara had died, leaving behind the city of Oara, and Ingis had become a new knight.
And now, the third knight revealed himself.
“Come out already. Stop blocking the way.”
His tone was easygoing.
He was a person who strode through the soldiers, wearing metal boots and tucking his gauntlets under his arm, making a clanking sound.
He was pulling on leather gloves as he walked.
“Sir Rien.”
Cypress met his eyes and acknowledged him.
“The Madmen Knights, was it? Do not be irreverent to the Master. He is someone who was protecting this land even when you were still suckling babes. Show respect.”
The man called Rien spoke, greeting with a nod of his eyes.
“You mean he’s that much of an old-timer?”
Rem said, picking his ear.
As always, his words and attitude, which grated on the opponent’s nerves, were ranked second most detestable in the knightly order.
The first, of course, was Enkrid.
The man called Rien received his words flexibly.
“It means he has held a sword to protect this land for that long.”
His height was a little taller than Rem’s, and his hair was a bit long, covering his eyebrows and ears.
It was unkempt, and the ends of his hair were messy.
At Knight Rien’s words, Rem’s lips curled into a smile.
If left alone, he was on the verge of swinging his axe.
Clap!
The sound of a handclap tore through the murderous aura.
Enkrid saw that even that clap contained Will.
In truth, this side, The Madmen Knights, had all figured that much out.
It was a sound made by Cypress.
“Now, this isn’t the place for this. The rain has stopped, so let’s have a meal. There’s no field cook, but since His Highness has come, the palace cook must have followed.”
Cypress gathered their attention with a single clap and spoke.
Enkrid shook his head.
It was a sign for Rem to stop.
“Tsk, you all got lucky.”
Rem said, his voice full of laughter.
They listened to Enkrid’s words and fought for others, but the disposition of those who were originally members of the troublemaker squad hadn’t gone anywhere.
They wouldn’t actually behead an ally in this situation, but they were rough, hot, and fierce.
“That one over there who suddenly asked if he was a kid, what was that?”
[TL: In case someone thinks this sentence does not make sense, in the last chapter Themares relayed the thoughts of Weird Eyes, he said “Am I a kid?”, referring to the fact that he makes his own decisions.]
Cypress asked Enkrid.
He was only now asking about what Themares had said earlier.
It was an appropriate change of topic.
‘Atmosphere, flow.’
He himself usually felt such things, but Cypress acted with perfect intention.
Everyone knew his way of leading the atmosphere.
They knew and let him.
That’s how Enkrid saw it.
The reason they let him?
First, it must be because of his soft attitude and composure.
Second, the things he had accomplished, all that he had proven, made them listen to his words.
In any case, even if it hadn’t been him, Enkrid would have stopped it.
The rain had stopped, but Drowned Ones were still wandering outside.
Of course, thanks to Audin and Theresa burning their divinity as firewood to place a divine protection on this land, it was unlikely any ordinary monster would enter the camp.
To cross into here, one would have to have received the blessing of a demon.
It wasn’t a good situation.
Enkrid liked to fight and enjoyed dueling, but he knew how to gauge a situation.
“It’s a Dragonkin.”
It was the answer to Cypress’s question.
After answering, Enkrid’s gaze turned to the fierce barbarian.
“Rem.”
“Do I look like that bastard Fel, who can’t tell his ass from his elbow?”
Rem also knew how to use his head.
When it came to thinking of a plan and executing it in a short time, he was the best in the unit.
“…What is wrong with me?”
Fel asked why he was being dragged into it for no reason, but no answer came.
Enkrid knew the answer but didn’t say.
At any rate, he was a barbarian whose head worked well.
Even now, his intention must have been half to gauge the ally’s condition.
‘If he had already met Sir Cypress and seen a deficiency there.’
These were people they had to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with on the battlefield starting tomorrow.
What one must know before the enemy is the ally.
Rem was faithful to the art of war.
He mixed words and stirred up his momentum to gauge the opponent’s level.
His method was a bit murderous, but it was a reasonable thing to do.
As he moved the conclusion reached by his accelerated thoughts to one side of his mind…
Cypress let out a short “Hoh-” of admiration at the word “Dragonkin.”
It was something that could surprise even a knight of a different caliber.
In fact, he had said it hoping for a little surprise.
“An elf, a Frog, a giant, a beastkin, and a Dragonkin. Are you trying to gather all the races?”
Cypress asked indifferently.
“It’s a coincidence.”
Enkrid’s attitude in answering was as usual.
It was a tone that said, what’s the big deal?
Cypress smiled brightly and continued.
“You have a very strange side to you.”
“I agree.”
Themares cut in and mixed in his words.
Rem might think and act in his own way, but this Dragonkin was not.
He was, literally, acting as he pleased.
He was indifferent to questions directed at him, but reacted to words directed at Enkrid.
“Peculiar. Truly peculiar.”
Cypress muttered.
At this rate, they’d have to give a medal to the person who named them The Madmen Knights and gathered them.
He had heard before that there was a person who had brought them together.
Cypress had looked into all the reasons and the timing of their gathering, in addition to such superficial parts.
Therefore, he knew the beginning of the Madmen Squad, and he knew Enkrid’s past to some extent.
Naturally, he had also gathered the process of how the other knightly order members had come together.
That’s why he had this thought.
‘I should probably give that person some land.’
Was it coincidence or fate?
In the holy scriptures, it was said that coincidences overlap to cause fated events.
The one who arranges fate is God; the one who navigates it is man.
If the scales tip too far, God will ably become the weight on your scale.
Watching the situation unfold, Luagarne stepped forward.
“Let them talk amongst themselves. Unless you’re going to suddenly turn into a dragon and breathe fire on the enemies riding griffons.”
“Dragonkin cannot turn into dragons. I can change my gender, but I cannot change my form.”
Themares said seriously.
“Do not change. I do not permit it.”
The elf interjected.
Enkrid introduced them to Cypress again.
“They are the Madmen.”
It was fine to leave out the “knights” part.
A brief silence.
The short-haired knight, Rien, who had dispersed Rem’s momentum, was now standing behind Cypress, and next to him, Ingis stood in attendance.
These three were the current core of the Crimson Cloak Knights.
Besides them, there were several semi-knights and over ten squires, but they all knew that without those three, the knightly order’s existence had no value.
The old knight at their center, who protected the South and had led the knightly order until now, Cypress, laughed heartily.
“This is fun.”
The Crimson Cloak Knights had not been able to rest properly, but they did not show the slightest sign of being crushed by fatigue.
A group that trains its stamina and mental strength, starting from the squires—that is a knightly order.
They were refined, a gathering of talents of the highest class.
To Enkrid, the Crimson Cloak Knights looked like a solid lump of steel, united around Cypress.
Next was the main military council.
“Now that the rain has stopped, those troublesome fellows will be back soon.”
They were gathered in a tent, standing around a military map spread on a central table.
Those who had entered were Enkrid, Luagarne, Shinar, and Themares.
On the other side were Cypress, Ingis, the adjutant with the exceptional appearance who had been by his side, and two unit commanders.
The two commanders were not intimidated, even among the knights.
It was thanks to Sir Cypress always listening to their opinions and respecting them.
‘He doesn’t get drunk on the superiority of being a knight, and he acknowledges abilities other than martial strength.’
Enkrid knew that the man acting so flexibly before him was someone who had risen to the rank of knight decades before him.
Because he knew this, he focused on his words and actions more than ever.
He does not stop if there is something to learn.
That was his habit, his quirk, and his specialty.
“I was pondering how to fly until today. Now I see it was a matter of me riding a pegasus.”
That was what they wanted. But Weird Eyes would not carry another person, even if the sky split in two and the world ended.
If Enkrid coaxed it, it might carry one more person, but thanks to the wings, there was no space to carry two.
“It doesn’t carry anyone but me.”
Enkrid replied.
“Then fly in the sky in my place.”
Sir Cypress spoke as if he had been waiting, and Enkrid nodded without hesitation.
Between the two of them, Cypress’s adjutant stepped forward.
“It’s not over just because you speak frankly. This is not a problem that can be solved by a single knight riding a flying horse. Aren’t there griffon riders who have blocked the Master’s throwing spear?”
The two unit commanders nodded.
No matter how good a griffon rider, it was difficult to repeatedly block a throwing spear thrown by a knight.
They had already put a knight on a griffon rider.
That was why the throwing spears were being blocked.
A griffon knight, perhaps.
If not for that, there was no way the three knights—Cypress, Ingis, and Rien—would have been beaten without being able to lay a hand on them.
The disaster known as a knight; a spear thrown by them with intent is a lightning bolt.
Was a throwing spear an unfamiliar tool?
With the exception of Enkrid, those who had become knights were what you would call overflowing with talent.
They were the kind of people who would grasp the knack of throwing a spear after three or four tries, and after repeating the same motion ten times, would show the talent of imbuing it with Will.
“The problem isn’t that a knight is riding it. The problem is that if we just attack, we’ll end up just chasing them as they scatter. What have they been aiming for until now?”
Luagarne took up those words.
The Frog’s gaze was sharp.
The interesting part was that even though a Frog, practically a foreigner, had interjected, neither the two commanders nor the Crimson Cloak Knights’ squire showed any rejection.
That was one of the reasons this meeting was proceeding smoothly.
If Cypress and Enkrid drew the big picture, the detailed lines were the job of those who used their heads.
One of them was the woman who smelled of maple, like maple syrup, and the other was the Frog who puffed her cheeks at the drop of a hat.
“Ah, that’s my granddaughter.”
Then, suddenly, Cypress introduced his knightly order’s strategist.
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