Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 926

Chapter 926: Chapter 924 – After Dawn

Chapter 924 – After Dawn

The world is full of so-called geniuses.

Ragna had encountered many of them while wandering the continent.

“Monster.”

It was a word he often heard whenever he defeated them.

“Where did this bastard come from?”

And variations of that phrase, too.

Ragna never took those words to heart, nor did he dwell on his opponents’ thoughts.

There was no reason to.

Subconsciously, Ragna knew just how extraordinary his talent was.

It felt like walking a path he already knew, even thought he hadn’t walked it yet.

The joy he felt when his known world was shattered by Enkrid and he faced a new one still gave him goosebumps.

He was satisfied with his present life, swinging his sword to protect something.

However, this was an unexpected moment.

‘Monster.’

He never thought those words would come from his own mind.

Enkrid broke the standoff.

He thrust his sword first, and Ragna responded in kind.

After entering the World of Silence, they repeated the motions of parrying, swinging, and striking.

‘The best path to victory.’

Ragna didn’t calculate.

His talent simply showed him the way.

It was the same this time.

Enkrid’s left arm joint was broken and unusable.

Naturally, Ragna targeted his left side, treating it as a blind spot, and struck.

He didn’t focus solely on the left; he struck and thrust at Enkrid’s right several times to create an opening, all for this one move.

In an instant, he spun to the left and swung his sword from top to bottom.

He drew out the power of Sunrise, embedding his will to cut into the blazing red blade.

Even in the World of Silence, the strike accelerated once more.

The sword in Ragna’s right hand seemed capable of severing everything in an instant.

It seemed obvious that the person standing before him would simply be split in half.

‘Even that guy we met before near the Demonic Realm…’

Even he wouldn’t be able to block this easily.

However, the strike of conviction was not rewarded.

Enkrid didn’t clash blades.

As if he had been waiting for it, he simply took a step back and dodged.

He moved just enough to be outside the range of the strike.

‘I don’t understand.’

Should he say it felt like facing a mystery?

How did he dodge?

Looking at the movement, it was simple.

He took a step to the side before the blade fell.

The problem was that there had been no precursor to the movement.

‘How do I sense a precursor?’

As Ragna swung his sword and missed Enkrid, he felt the world slow down several times more than usual.

In that slowed world, several questions and answers passed through his mind.

‘To sense a precursor.’

It means perceiving the change in the opponent’s Will.

‘When the will moves, it is perceived as a preparatory motion.’

Using that, one predicts the opponent’s response.

‘It’s the same as that guy I met before near the Demonic Realm.’

He hadn’t seen any precursor from that guy, either.

He only perceived the movement after it had already happened.

‘How?’

Ragna’s talent was at the level where he automatically predicted the opponent’s attacks.

He possessed a sense that coveted the result even without knowing the principle.

Wherever he walked became the path.

He didn’t need to search for a way to get to his destination.

Any direction he took became the fastest shortcut, a valid route to reach the goal.

Enkrid dodged and thrust his sword.

Ragna saw the entire process of that movement.

No, he thought he saw it.

If he had to find a reason, one was that Enkrid’s movement was too simple.

‘Dodge and thrust.’

Even without knowing the process, seeing the result made the process easy to visualize.

The second reason was Ragna’s talent.

He glimpsed the core of the movement Enkrid had just shown.

‘Within a simple movement, his Will changed countless times.’

The speed of that change was too fast to follow.

That was the cause of his defeat.

For now, this was as far as he could go.

He couldn’t know the entire process.

He could only see the result.

‘Induless.’

Ragna’s thoughts naturally converged on that answer.

‘Real Induless.’

More precisely, it was a conclusion gained by glimpsing Enkrid’s thought process.

Enkrid stood still in his thrusting stance, catching his breath, then withdrew his sword.

Shing.

Penna returned to its sheath.

Everyone watching held their breath.

The entire Knight Order had been watching since dawn.

Rem hadn’t bothered to hide his ferocious aura for days.

Everyone had sensed that today would be the day.

Their intuition told them so.

It was the prediction of knights, after all.

Since they possessed the insight to see a step ahead, their senses were naturally keen beyond measure.

“He won’t die easily now.”

Jaxen spoke into the silence.

It meant Enkrid had reached a level where even Jaxen would find it hard to kill him with his own hands.

Now, there would be no need to feel anxious even if Enkrid was out of his sight.

Rem, Audin, Ragna, Jaxen, Shinar.

These five were worthy of being called Enkrid’s masters.

In other words, this was the moment when someone who had been inferior to them their whole lives finally surpassed them.

Some might feel jealous.

Some might be unable to accept it.

Others might ignore reality and get angry.

However, there were no such people in the Madmen Knights.

Only peculiar individuals gathered here.

That was why they were Madmen.

“…Wow, shit.”

Dunbakel murmured in awe.

She didn’t understand everything she had just seen, but the thrill was undeniable.

Seeing that spectacle, she didn’t need understanding.

Enkrid had defeated everyone, starting from Rem and ending with Ragna.

“Happy now?”

Rem asked, cracking his neck left and right.

His head was still throbbing from the punch to his jaw.

“Are you enjoying this?”

Audin asked as well.

“Wait a little. I’ll catch up soon.”

Ragna said.

Shinar simply revealed the same emotion as her fiancé upon seeing his face.

The Fairy smiled.

Jaxen showed his usual face, lifting both palms above his chest.

His gesture seemed to say, If this is the moment you dreamed of, enjoy it.

Enkrid smiled brightly and said:

“Put in some effort.”

The light joke seeped into everyone’s hearts.

They knew there wasn’t just lightness in that levity.

“Reminds me of when you were pissing your pants during your first sortie.”

Rem retorted to Enkrid’s words.

“Me?”

Enkrid reacted to the undeniable accusation.

“Your pants were definitely damp.”

Audin agreed, and Jaxen nodded as well.

“There were many days you barely survived while flailing around.”

Ragna chimed in.

“Right. Thinking back to those times, honestly, it wasn’t easy to predict a day like this would come.”

Hearing Shinar speak, Luagarne recalled the day she first met Enkrid.

‘He has no talent.’

She was a Frog.

She recognized talent at a glance.

Yet, he possessed a charm that drew everything around him in.

That was his demonic charm.

‘It wasn’t his looks that made up his charm.’

She now knew why she had fallen for him.

That man’s effort had a different purity.

His time seemed to flow differently from others.

All of it had stimulated a Frog’s instincts, and following that stimulation had led to this moment.

Who could have expected such a moment to arrive?

Enkrid didn’t know either.

He really didn’t.

A moment where he overwhelmed all his unit members who had always been at heights far above him?

He had never even dreamed of it.

But he was as happy as when he became a knight.

Before he knew it, the sun had fully risen, brightening the surroundings.

The blue light of dawn turned into a pale yellow resembling sunset, then became a bright light pushing away the winter chill.

“It is a cycle. Movement has no end.”

Enkrid naturally shared what he had realized.

“Tell us more detail.”

There was no envy or jealousy.

The ones remaining here only had sparkling eyes.

“My image is a ceaselessly flowing stream. I expect all of yours to be different.”

Enkrid recalled the dizziness he felt from the opponent’s sword strike when his stomach was pierced before the Demonic Realm.

‘That felt more like wind than a stream.’

The nature transformation of Will takes different forms for everyone.

Enkrid recognized that and spoke.

Rem opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.

He, too, had grasped a clue while facing Enkrid earlier.

He wasn’t the best hunter and warrior in the West for nothing.

‘Ayul.’

It was a story that came up while talking with his wife about this and that.

Since he wasn’t interested, it was something he had let flow in one ear and out the other, but it was interesting enough that he hadn’t forgotten it.

“Rem, souls controllable by shamanism can be used simultaneously, right? Then is it impossible to use Divine General Descent simultaneously?”

Using just one Divine General’s soul makes the body creak, but two at the same time?

‘Is that possible just by training the body?’

No, that’s not it.

Rem fell into thought momentarily.

His pupils dilated and his mouth hung open.

If left alone, he might have started drooling.

However, no one disturbed Rem right now.

He rapidly iterated his thoughts internally.

‘Calling a Divine General costs shamanic power.’

When calling Sapsal, he converts shamanic power as that General desires, and for the Sky Flyer, he offers shamanic power befitting it.

The basis of Descent and Invocation is equivalent exchange.

Offering shamanic power to manifest and use the achievements they accomplished as power.

Enkrid sought endless change, but Rem approached it differently.

There must be a form that suited him.

Thoughts continued endlessly, bringing consecutive inspirations and racing toward a single conclusion.

‘No one has ever succeeded in Grime’s Invocation.’

There are eight Divine Generals, but only seven are used.

That was true for Rem as well.

He didn’t even have a clue about invoking the Divine General Grime.

‘Shamanic power that satisfies all Divine Beasts and Generals.’

To start, he must possess something resembling Uske.

If Induless is quality, Uske is quantity.

‘The core is the same.’

Rem built a new tower of thought based on what he had.

Although Uske is basic, the funny thing was that by hanging out with Enkrid, he already knew how to obtain it.

To state the conclusion, it required endless training and cultivation as always.

‘Repeat using it to the limit and building it up again.’

Then, change the form of the accumulated shamanic power into a form the Generals would be satisfied with.

Rem found the path.

It wouldn’t happen overnight.

But if he walked this path, he wouldn’t be beaten unilaterally by the bed-wetter Captain like today.

Shinar watched Enkrid quietly, predicting the path he would walk in the future.

‘He will fight the Demonic Realm.’

And he wouldn’t just let the Empire be, either.

“You said your dream was the end of war, right?”

Esther the Witch, who had arrived unnoticed, asked.

The question seemed to represent Shinar’s inner thoughts.

She wore a black velvet robe as usual, and her long straight hair flowed down to her hips.

Was it an illusion that her hair looked longer and glossier than usual?

Was it because she had been polishing her mana?

The Fairy’s intuition was accurate.

Esther had been conducting new research and refining her mana wavelengths in the process of analyzing the large-scale spell she used previously.

It wouldn’t show effects by tomorrow morning, but she had realized something, opening a path for repetitive training.

“Interesting. Very interesting.”

The Fairy murmured.

Born and raised in the city of Kiraheis, Shinar had never fallen behind anyone until now.

So this experience was a first.

No one here had any intention of stopping.

Even that smelly Beastkin could be seen deep in thought with his eyes closed.

The shepherd named Fel muttered, ‘Must put in effort,’ and Ropord asked, ‘What should I change?’

Beside them, when Theresa said, ‘Divinity does not change,’ Audin replied, ‘We have our own path, Sister.’

‘Everyone has a path.’

Shinar stood up.

“Shinar?”

Enkrid called her.

It was a truly lethal temptation, but she overcame it.

“I know you’ll miss me, but don’t look for me for a while.”

Enkrid wondered if a day would come when he adapted to this Fairy’s jokes.

He had become a knight and overwhelmed all these monstrous comrades in his order, but the Fairy’s jokes still easily exceeded his expectations.

“We will need some time apart.”

Shinar returned to the city of Kiraheis just like that.

Her time was different from theirs.

Because Fairies live long lives, the process of effort is different.

She didn’t like that.

It was time for Sparks, the Igniculus, to spark and burn once more.

Even if it took time, she would eventually achieve what she desired.

She had already grasped the clue.

‘Enki, you are a truly amazing man.’

She gained it by sparring with him and listening to his explanation.

‘Essence moves based on the Four Seasons, the change of seasons.’

That is the basis of the essence Fairies use.

What if she connected them without interruption?

What if spring, summer, autumn, and winter existed together?

Warm, hot, cool, and cold.

‘No need to contain them all in a single sword strike.’

She just needed to contain and store them, then take out only what was needed when necessary.

After Shinar left, Enkrid spent three full days moving his body with the others.

His arm wasn’t broken, so it healed in two days.

Like that, five days passed.

After finishing dawn training, he washed up and went down to the city.

The morning city was affectionate and lively.

“Sir.”

Passing the path where guards bowed and offered military salutes, he met a fruit merchant.

While warming his stomach with Vanessa’s pumpkin soup, Allen, the owner of the inn across the street, handed him an apple pie.

With a full stomach, Enkrid headed to the smithy.

“You’ve come?”

What had happened?

He didn’t know.

Aetri greeted him with completely white hair.

“I had many worries.”

He finished speaking.

Dawn had broken.

Enkrid was surprised but accepted it calmly.

‘My will was lacking.’

He simply thought so.

Aetri wasn’t surprised and thought the opposite.

‘My skill, my sincerity was lacking.’

Enkrid had returned alive with a large scar on his stomach.

Enkrid told him how he got the scar.

Aetri listened to the details of what had happened.

“I should say I barely survived.”

“Yes.”

Fainting and waking up, holding onto those moments to endure.

Aetri finished his deliberation last night and summoned Enkrid.

“I will reforge the sword.”

He said.

Enkrid was the same now as he had been before.

He believed in the person standing before him and supported his dream.

“I leave it to you.”

So he simply nodded without a second thought.

Unilateral trust.

Unwavering faith.

That was why the worry had been deep.

“I decided on the name first.”

Aetri opened his mouth again.

Filled with conviction, the blacksmith recited the name of the sword.

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