Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 927

Chapter 927: Chapter 925 – Monsters Breeding Monsters

Chapter 925 – Monsters Breeding Monsters

Even before Dawn had broken, Aetri was already forging another sword.

Using nothing but True Silver, he crafted a blade and named it Meridian—Noon.

‘A sword that melts through any spell and cuts all.’

To manifest what he imagined—Aetri risked his life for the joy of that single moment.

He poured in his time and his soul.

When he held the finished product, his disciple was the first to be moved.

“This is truly…”

Even the Dwarf beside him clicked his tongue in admiration.

“You swung that hammer like a madman.”

It was a sword that burned away all spells, despite having no enchantments itself.

Just as the midday sun melts and obliterates everything.

That was the meaning imbued in the blade.

But Aetri melted that sword down, too.

Just as he had when he forged Twilight.

“Master, why?”

His assistant and disciple was bewildered.

‘After Dawn comes Twilight.’

He had melted that one down as well.

Would this time be any different?

Aetri didn’t rest.

After Noon came the Night.

He named the sword Midnight.

It was a blade forged as if extracting only the deepest black from Black Gold.

Even the frog jewelry artisan who had been watching, marveled at it.

“Did you pay attention to the aesthetics as well?”

Frog asked.

Aetri nodded.

Its form was close to a work of art.

Curved to one side, it was a sword slightly different from the shapes he had made until now.

He imbued it with the will to cut anything it touched.

‘A sword that cuts even the trace of a cut.’

He hadn’t even swung it; he merely brought a piece of pigskin close to the edge, and swish—it was sliced clean through.

It went beyond sharpness; it felt like a blade possessed by a demon.

“I should call it a Cursed Sword, not a Masterpiece.”

Argan the Dwarf remarked.

“Unless you’re forging a Demon Sword.”

Aetri only mumbled, as if he couldn’t even hear them.

It was a weapon made by abandoning a human life for days on end, hammering ceaselessly.

Then, he melted Night down as well.

Amidst this cycle, Aetri had a dream.

It was on a day he finally fell into a deep sleep after several sleepless nights.

Snap!

In the dream, Dawn broke, and the broken blade pierced Enkrid’s neck.

“The sword you made ends here.”

A voice spoke from the darkness.

“And your limit ends here, too.”

Voices urging despair echoed consecutively.

His intuition filled his mind, whispering that while what he saw might not be the whole truth, it wasn’t entirely a lie, either.

Amidst everything he saw and felt, Aetri focused on only one fact.

‘How did it break?’

Was the durability insufficient?

Or was it something else?

What was the fight like?

What did the opponent wield?

The desire to know boiled over.

Then, a creative impulse to make something surged, making his heart race wild.

When Aetri woke from the dream, he realized he wasn’t satisfied yet.

He didn’t know why he had melted all those swords down, but his actions had come first, and realization followed later.

‘Dawn is the beginning.’

It was the first sword he had forged after realizing, learning, and mastering the method of making Inscribed Weapons.

Rising from his bed, Aetri suppressed the urge to swing his hammer right away.

Instead, for several days, he did nothing but eat and drink.

He looked like a warrior preparing for battle.

Eat, drink, chew, rest.

Sleep deeply, wake up in the morning, and run.

He repeated the exact same routine for months with surprising consistency.

He acted like a soldier training his body.

He didn’t release his desire; he condensed it.

Then, Enkrid returned.

“I broke the sword.”

His tone was light, as if he had snapped a roughly made wooden fork.

The memories of the past flowed away like a river into the distance.

Aetri opened his mouth.

“The sword’s name is Today.”

Not Dawn, not Noon, not Night.

It contains the entire day.

However, this ‘Today’ is the today of a person who never gives up, no matter what happens.

The name held a double meaning.

‘Today, or Now.’

In the Fairy tongue, it would be Nunc.

‘The sword of a person who always lives with their best attitude and never gives up.’

The preparations were finished even before Enkrid arrived.

If he had come years later, Aetri would have repeated the same ‘today’ for years, waiting for this moment.

He didn’t need new metals, either.

The iron most suited for this man was the highest purity steel from Mount Valeri.

He had already obtained it, refined it, and polished it countless times.

The Dwarf craftsman, seeing the prepared material, remarked that it was no longer ordinary steel.

It was a sword he had forged, broken, melted, and reforged countless times in his mind while running every day.

‘Doing one’s best in the present.’

That was why it was named ‘Today.’

“Good.”

Enkrid nodded in response.

On the surface, he seemed so nonchalant that it looked like he didn’t care at all.

“Then.”

Aetri finished what he had to say.

With that, their meeting ended.

From this day on, Aetri picked up his hammer again.

Excluding the time he spent running in the morning, eating, and sleeping, he pounded steel all day long.

***

“Is it really okay that an Inscribed Weapon broke?”

That was what Krais said when he first saw the broken sword in Enkrid’s hand.

It wasn’t a wooden practice sword that had snapped.

It was an Inscribed Weapon.

A weapon that one rarely sees broken while in the hands of a knight.

Don’t some knights keep their swords until death, even imbuing parts of their ego into them?

Yet, Enkrid was unbothered.

The breaking of an Inscribed Weapon was a shock, but it wasn’t a reason to stop.

He hadn’t acted with any deep philosophical intent, but his attitude made those watching him think deeply.

‘Was the opponent just that bad of a match?’

That would be one reason.

‘Was the Inscribed Weapon a bit soft?’

That would be another.

If one looked for reasons, everything was a reason.

And it was all in the past.

When Dawn broke, Enkrid felt as if every bone in his body had snapped with it, but he endured.

And he stepped toward tomorrow.

That was all.

That bastard he met again near the Demonic Realm had become a wall once more.

A wall of reality, and a wall of the heart.

An ordinary person might have been bedridden for days from the pressure of that wall, but Enkrid was calm.

After all, hadn’t he seen all sorts of hell while being tormented by the Ferryman?

Stains remained on his heart, but the path he had walked so far was too long and rough for him to feel defeated by something like this.

Even if voices sang of frustration and despair in his ears, he let them pass just as he always had.

‘Even if not now.’

If he kept moving forward, he would meet him.

Someday, he would catch up.

It didn’t have to be today.

Enkrid was a man who realized this truth and engraved it into his body.

This attitude had influenced the entire Knight Order before, and it did so again this time.

Fel mumbled to himself for days, clutching Idol Slayer, deep in thought.

“I don’t know. Is it right to say it’s okay if it breaks? Or should I believe it will never break?”

Fel’s worry represented the hearts of some.

He shared this concern with everyone, and the answers varied.

Shinar had gone into the Fairy City and sent no word, but the others tossed out their answers casually.

Rem said his axe would never break, and even if it did, it would repair itself.

Ragna asked why he couldn’t just put it back together if it broke.

Jaxen replied that as long as he killed the enemy, it didn’t matter if the weapon broke.

Temarress, the Dragonkin who used his own bones as weapons, gave an answer only he could give.

“I just have to pull out another bone.”

Did that mean he didn’t care if it broke?

“But my bones won’t break.”

Temarress was bad at speaking in hypotheticals.

Perhaps that was why he found the current situation more amusing.

When Luagarne asked him why he didn’t leave, he simply replied that he didn’t know either.

He seemed to be pondering the reason or principle behind his own actions.

Seeing him chuckle to himself was quite peculiar.

Was he enjoying it because he didn’t know?

His inner thoughts were hard to guess.

“Interesting worry. Shepherd Brother. I will answer like this: Isn’t it more important that your neck doesn’t break than your sword?”

Audin’s answer ended Fel’s worry.

“That’s true.”

Hadn’t they come this far to survive and achieve what they wanted?

What did it matter if a sword broke?

‘What matters is me.’

What I do.

Fel sat in a corner of the training ground for two days, lost in thought.

It was a process of recalling something, digging into it, and ruminating.

Seeing Fel like that, Ropord moved his body twice as diligently as usual.

He didn’t know about others, but he couldn’t let himself be lesser than Fel.

Ironically, Fel learned a lot from seeing Ropord’s sense of responsibility.

The two influenced each other.

Aurelia, who had come with them from the South, didn’t know how to read the room.

Instead of caring about Fel’s worries, she was busy digesting the training Enkrid had assigned.

‘This is an absurd amount of training.’

In the midst of it, she was even learning how to handle her body from the Paladin named Audin.

The mixed-blood giantess, twice Aurelia’s size, did a full split and demonstrated the movements she had to perform.

Should she say she felt awe just watching?

‘Her body is huge.’

But infinitely flexible.

Aurelia danced every day here too, tearing and stretching her muscles.

The funny thing was, in her eyes, no one was slacking off.

Literally—whether it snowed or rained, they did their daily work.

Just watching them was enough to make one dizzy.

***

It was a day when heavy snow fell, just a few days after their return.

Enkrid came out at the same time as always.

Ignoring the driving snow, he lay down on the ground and began his conditioning, repeatedly lifting a heavy iron weight and dropping it onto his own stomach.

Then he got up and headed to the recruit training ground.

It was hard to guess the reason, so she asked him directly.

He was the type to answer all questions faithfully.

“Sir, you aren’t a knight or a soldier instructor, so why do you personally handle recruit training?”

“Because it’s fun.”

The answer was simple.

The man who cut down a demon, the Beelrog Slayer, enjoyed mingling with recruits and encouraging them.

Of course, to those running with him, his encouragement probably didn’t feel very encouraging.

“Run.”

They ran even after leaving the city, running all day long.

Naturally, people gave up and sprawled on the ground.

“You’re stopping here? Huh? Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?”

Then, from behind, the semi-knight nicknamed Clement and Garrett—would pop out and kick them in the back.

Watching that, Enkrid would only repeat the command to run.

“Is this hell?”

Aurelia, participating in that running training for the first time, clearly heard a soldier beside her say that.

“Let’s desert. Let’s definitely escape.”

On the other side, she saw a soldier revealing his determination to leave the army no matter what.

She saw and felt various other units as well.

“What? A newcomer?”

Rem’s Assault Unit, the Swordsman Unit that insisted on only using swords, and the Holy Infantry that specialized in martial arts and served the God of War.

Add to that those who rode horses and shot arrows.

‘A terrifyingly trained army.’

Aurelia’s clever mind foresaw that the mere existence of these people would become a deterrent to all surrounding cities and nations.

In fact, they were already playing that role.

“The Trade City wishes to enter under the Kingdom’s banner.”

The first were the Trade City-State, known for having the greatest pride on the continent.

It meant they were willing to give up their status as a sovereign state formed by merchants first.

Those who held their heads high and rarely bowed to anyone were now kneeling, acting as if they would offer everything they had.

Of course, even this action was likely to achieve what they wanted.

‘Merchants move for profit.’

They judged that joining by abandoning the name of a nation was profitable, intending to gain something in the process.

Aurelia’s sharp mind deduced what the Trade City wanted in light of the continent’s situation.

What surprised her here was that the man named Krais realized the Trade City’s intent and refused.

“No need to go that far. Instead, why don’t you open another trade route?”

He didn’t bother to change the current situation.

Instead of removing the ‘anxiety’ from the Trade City, he proposed a path that was mutually beneficial.

Of course, the reason all this made sense was that the power called Enkrid and the Madmen Knights held the center.

‘Monsters.’

It felt like watching monsters breed a monster army.

‘Go and learn. Looking at them now, I’d lose even if I led the entire Crimson Cloak Knights against them.’

Her grandfather and the Knight Order’s Master was a man who never neglected learning and mastering.

He was also accurate in objectively assessing military strength.

His words were sincere.

The potential the Madmen Knights possessed must have been impressive even to him.

He didn’t mean that she should learn something there and bring it back to use.

It meant if there was something to learn, learn it.

That was all.

“I’d send Ingis if I could, but he has much to do here too. So you go and learn.”

Aurelia faithfully followed her grandfather’s words.

So she came here, and aside from the Fairy making a few threat-like remarks, time passed without major incidents.

The Fairy’s threat wasn’t much.

Something about the Witch cursing her if she tried anything funny.

“That man is my fiancé. If I catch you aiming for him, I’ll cut you.”

Somehow, she felt a vow as firm as her grandfather’s in those words.

Even if she called it uneventful, it was strictly a continuous sequence of training, but she didn’t know.

This was merely the adaptation period.

Aurelia thought she had somehow blended into the unit.

Her thought was correct.

“Now, shall we begin?”

Didn’t the madman named Enkrid call her one morning and say this?

“What do you mean?”

Even now, her training time had increased by half compared to where she was before.

But begin what?

“You’re all warmed up, right?”

While Aurelia tilted her head in confusion, Enkrid picked up a sword.

“It’s a spar. Spy of the Crimson Cloak Knights.”

Enkrid was sincere about teaching.

He started by teaching her how to flush out an opening by bewildering the opponent.

“…What spy?”

Flustered, Aurelia tripped over Enkrid’s foot and tumbled across the ground.

Thud!

Making a loud noise, Aurelia, who had flown into the air and fallen, lifted her head.

“Get up.”

Less than two days after that, Aurelia became best friends with the soldiers who were saying they’d desert during the running training.

She perfectly understood the words of the soldier who sang of desertion and the soldier who discussed hell.

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