Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 931
Chapter 931: Chapter 929 – Companionship and Responsibility
Chapter 929 – Companionship and Responsibility
The entrance to the city of Yohan was through a small canyon.
Passing through it and entering the city revealed many impressive scenes.
‘He said they were just people.’
To Ropord, the surroundings looked different now.
The meaning of the “just” that Ragna had used struck him with a newfound sincerity.
“Everyone swings their swords with an expression similar to the Captain’s.”
They all looked intoxicated with joy.
“This is the Yohan family. That is the default here.”
The answer came from Ragna’s sister.
Grida, who had a wanderlust streak, had traveled far and wide, so she understood how outsiders viewed them.
Well, knowing this companion was a member of the Madmen Knights, she had expected he wouldn’t be too shocked.
“What? It’s Ragna.”
Magrun passed by briefly, and Ropord exchanged a polite greeting before following Ragna.
Ragna went straight to the Head of the Family.
***
“You mean you came to teach us what you learned?”
Blitzkling, Alexandra Yohan’s eyes widened.
His father was similarly surprised.
Tempest Yohan dropped the teacup he was pouring.
Of course, he snatched it back out of the air before it hit the ground.
“Who are you?”
His father asked.
Ropord listened to the heavy joke and read the bewilderment contained within.
“You’re saying strange things. It’s me.”
Ragna furrowed his brow as he retorted.
“Right, you’re my son. That’s why I’m asking. Because that’s not something my son would say.”
The Yohan family was never stingy about sharing techniques and teaching each other.
But hadn’t his son possessed habits completely unsuited to this place?
He was a guy who only knew himself.
That Ragna came all the way here on purpose to teach techniques?
Tempest and Alexandra Yohan exchanged glances.
“Is it an evil spirit?”
Odincar Yohan, who appeared behind them, also stiffened his eyes upon hearing Ragna’s words.
“Were you, like, the black sheep of the family?”
Ropord whispered the question.
Ragna’s brow furrowed even deeper.
“It should be fine to lose an arm, right?”
He answered in the style of that bastard Rem, which was enough to shut Ropord up.
Two stupid remarks would cost him an arm.
Ropord closed his mouth.
Ragna didn’t know how to persuade them by reciting his life story piece by piece.
‘Maybe that King could do it.’
What about Krang?
He was the kind of person who could seize control of the situation with just a few words here.
He would express his will eloquently.
Seeing him in the South, he was a human who did such things as if they were nothing.
‘No need to do what I can’t do.’
For the next three days, Ragna faithfully carried out the purpose of his visit.
It was a process of teaching and learning.
He explained the concept of Will Density to his father and mother.
“Fine. I don’t understand a single word. You damn little brother.”
Grida got angry a few times, but everything went smoothly.
Ragna felt awkward throughout this entire process.
In the process of teaching what was necessary, he realized his own change anew.
‘Walking alone.’
It’s fast.
Since there is no need to explain to anyone while building skills, one just has to move to the next step.
Ragna was the possessor of such talent.
That was why he had walked alone without worry until now.
And he lost.
‘Defeat.’
It was Ragna’s first defeat.
Yet, he didn’t feel resentful.
Didn’t the opponent spare him because he ignored him?
‘Then why don’t I feel resentful?’
Since when was it?
Even while walking the set path, Ragna wanted to walk fast.
He expected something new to appear when he reached the end.
It was a way of life he realized alone after seeing Enkrid.
And now he realized a new principle.
‘Walking alone is fast, but you cannot see properly.’
It is a walk without looking around.
‘Walking together.’
It is slow, but you look around.
‘It harbors not just fun, but meaning.’
The benefit gained by looking back.
‘Meaning.’
For what did his father swing his sword?
‘To protect the family.’
In other words, for the people standing behind his back.
Thoughts scattered.
Ragna caught his thoughts splitting into several branches.
He knew that meaning now, too.
So what he should look at now wasn’t meaning.
It was time to learn how to turn his head to the side.
‘As much as I catch my breath, I see the path I passed.’
Did he always make the right choices?
No.
Looking back, he could see.
Like that, he looked back on himself and looked around.
‘It’s not slow.’
Being with everyone isn’t slow.
When a storm rages, two hands cannot build a dam, but if those hands become a hundred, over a thousand, they can block even an overflowing river.
‘Not slow, but wide.’
Widen the vision.
Accept a new world.
Thoughts difficult to express in words settle in.
Ragna picked up the firewood ignited by his defeat to Enkrid.
Now he looked at the flame, digging into the meaning contained within.
“No one talk to me.”
Ragna had fallen into his own world before anyone knew.
In Yohan, this was rare, but at the same time, a familiar occurrence.
Alexandra dismissed everyone around.
‘Son, your eyes have improved.’
She thought inwardly, feeling proud.
It was thanks to seeing the appearance she had so desperately hoped for in Ragna.
***
Fel had a dream.
It must have been because he naturally recalled his shepherd days while ruminating on his resolve to beat up that bastard Ropord before going to sleep.
“Fel, you bastard, lead them properly. That’s a cliff.”
He heard Ropord’s voice, but he was standing next to a flock of sheep.
“What are you talking about? Do you know how long I’ve lived as a shepherd?”
Fel said, looking ahead.
As expected, it was indeed a cliff.
Looking back, strange creatures with Ropord’s head on sheep bodies looked at him and spoke.
“It is you who led us here.”
“Thinking of running away? Indeed. It’s not your responsibility.”
“Actually, it wasn’t you who guided us either.”
“You can just go. Since we came here on my own.”
Dozens of sheep with Ropord’s head spoke again and again.
Then, their faces distorted, and they charged forward.
“There’s a cliff ahead!”
Fel shouted.
The sheep with Ropord’s heads all looked back.
Yet, their feet didn’t stop.
“Then catch us.”
The falling Ropords said.
Fel woke from the dream.
“What a dog like dream!”
He shouted, sitting up instantly as he woke.
Several servants lived together within the Madmen Knights quarters.
Some of them were also part of the recruits.
The recruit assigned to Fel this time was opening the door and asked back in surprise.
“Pardon?”
A stupid expression that seemed to show this is the standard.
At that single question, Fel’s mind returned to reality.
“It’s nothing.”
Fel got up.
‘Unpleasant.’
Not quite a nightmare, but a thoroughly unpleasant dream.
Fel went outside, closed his eyes, and felt the wind.
The cold wind washed his head clean.
‘Responsibility.’
The word from the dream still remained in his heart.
It felt like a tangled skein was knotted somewhere near his heart.
When he told Luagarne about his worry:
“In front of a frog you must call it ‘it’. You moron.”
He gained the opportunity to demonstrate the talent of making a calm Frog like Luagarne angry.
Fel spent a few days like that and then took charge of the unit.
It was Krais’s request to fill the vacancy left by Roford.
“Glory.”
Fel was still awkward receiving military salutes.
“Uh, yeah.”
Although his affiliation was a Knight Order, maybe that was the case because he had lived more comfortably without formalities than with military salutes.
Krais organized the infantry of the Border Guard in a peculiar form.
Should say he implemented the characteristics of the affiliated knights as they were?
Except for the direct unit he handled himself, it was so.
Rem and the Assault Unit, Audin and the Martial Arts Infantry, the Swordsman Unit under Ragna.
Plus the infantry unit written as Enkrid’s direct guard but read as the suicide crazy bastards squad.
Excluding Jaxen, he configured them similarly to the colors within the Knight Order.
Fel took charge of the Swordsman Unit under Ragna.
Specifically, he taught the top ten within the Swordsman Unit.
If the Assault Unit was rough and the Martial Arts Infantry was steadfast, the Swordsman Unit was sharp.
‘Are they about Squire level?’
Especially among these ten, the skill gap was significant for a few.
“Spar?”
It started with light sparring.
As he did so, something tormenting his head approached as a clear question.
What is responsibility?
The worry that had started while watching Ropord hadn’t found an answer yet.
‘Duty, responsibility.’
He hadn’t lived a life suited to such words.
Meaning they were very unfamiliar words to Fel.
‘So is it okay to pass by without knowing?’
An ominous intuition flowed down his spine.
That bastard Ropord wouldn’t rest learning and mastering something, especially not while in Yohan.
Being pushed back when the bastard returned was unacceptable.
Fel worried about what was important for days.
Through the answer gained like that, he was trying something new.
He rubbed shoulders with the soldiers.
Teaching, eating, sleeping, and rolling together.
When the initially awkward relationship became much more comfortable, Fel knew why he lost to Ropord every time in group battles.
‘We are entwined with each other.’
Believing while watching what the one leading from the front showed.
The difference between a unit commander carrying responsibility on his back and one who didn’t was too great.
Responsibility, the way to do one’s best in assigned work.
‘It is better to show once than to say believe me.’
Advice heard from Enkrid before starting all this work.
Fel followed those words.
He knew responsibility now.
***
“It was quite a long way, wasn’t it?”
At Audin’s words, Theresa nodded.
“It was a far walk, but it was enjoyable.”
On the surface, Audin looked like he would only read scriptures and give sermons every day, but he was unexpectedly good with words.
He knew many interesting anecdotes and knew how to be considerate of others.
Theresa appreciated that consideration as they reached Legion.
They had just passed the Pope’s castle, adorned with gold decorations on white, and entered inside.
“Welcome.”
It was a small reception room.
The one greeting the two was Pope Noah.
The Pope himself came out.
“Seeing friends makes me happy.”
Noah treated the two with a beaming face.
Theresa doubted if she could sit with such a person, but didn’t step forward.
‘It’s not my place to step forward.’
She was a sword of the Demonic Realm Holy Cult, a heretical sect.
She fought by their orders.
The past does not disappear.
Therefore, her sin was forever bound to her body.
That was why she was full of doubt whether she could set foot in Legion until she came.
No matter how much the Pope welcomed her, this place was still a seat harboring anxiety for her.
Noah was a busy man.
He barely drank a cup of tea and vacated his seat quickly.
“Tell me more about that friend Enki later.”
Then, the person called Audin’s adoptive father stepped up and guided the two.
“We cut out most of the rotten bastards within Legion, but you never know. Where they might be coiling. We caught remnants of the Demonic Realm Holy Cult until recently.”
“Do they still remain?”
“They deceived many neighbors around. Saying they repented, that they aren’t a threat anymore, repeatedly asking to protect their safety.”
Listening to the story, Theresa thought it didn’t sound like someone else’s affair.
She was in the same situation.
Then, Paladin Overdeer also sought the two.
“Did you come to beat up some guys with slack mental states?”
Overdeer had taken charge of Paladin training within Legion recently.
Therefore, it was too natural to say this seeing Audin.
“If it’s sparring, I welcome it happily.”
“Right, some guys don’t seem to believe your reputation. Some even say you were hiding in the back during the Southern War.”
“Haha, interesting brothers.”
“Uh, interesting, very interesting.”
Theresa naturally joined them too.
Audin massaged the Paladin Order talents revealing fighting spirit towards him.
In the process of cultivating themselves, those who hadn’t abandoned childishness yet abandoned it in real-time.
Theresa didn’t think much even seeing that.
She was careful with her behavior in everything.
‘My existence becomes a nuisance.’
From some day, Theresa made fighting and dying her sole duty.
‘May I stay by the side of the God of War.’
Her prayer always started the same.
When the time comes to risk her life, she will step forward unhesitatingly.
That was her goal.
“You look pitiful.”
On the third day since coming to Legion, Noah came abruptly and said to her.
“What do you mean?”
Audin vacated his seat saying he had business.
She felt burdened by the Pope coming alone without guards.
Thought he shouldn’t be alone with her like this.
“Did you say you are from the Demonic Realm Holy Cult?”
The Pope asked without changing his expression.
Theresa felt a stinging pain in her heart.
Everyone has parts they want to hide, but that shame was revealed clearly.
Moreover, it was words brought up by the Pope, the highest person in charge of Legion.
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Chapter 930 – Abyssal Oratory
It was harder for Theresa to part her lips than to lift a boulder bigger than her body.
It felt as if a heavy stone had flown in and lodged itself in her heart.
No, was it a dagger that struck?
She even had the illusion that she was bleeding profusely.
She was afraid to lower her gaze.
Theresa kept her eyes fixed on the Pope and opened her mouth.
“How?”
Noah dropped the smile he had shown earlier and maintained an expressionless face as he spoke.
“Is that important?”
Am I allowed to be here?
“Only I heard it. Even Sir Overdeer does not know this fact.”
Noah lifted his teacup.
Steam rising from the cup spread across his face.
“Is it true? Were you a cultist?”
Recently, cults had reportedly caused a lot of trouble within Legion.
She had also heard that bastards who claimed to have completely turned away and sworn they escaped often rolled their eyes back and started attacking.
And that there were several operations to sweep up remnants of cults recently.
‘Just one spell, and their madness flares up so badly they can’t even recognize their own children.’
She heard what Sir Overdeer said to Audin.
She might be like that too.
The suspicion was valid.
“I need an answer.”
Even without raising his voice, changing his posture, or stopping his tea drinking, the Pope’s words were full of pressure.
Theresa felt her hands and feet stiffen.
‘What should I answer?’
Say no?
Can I do that?
But the fact that she was in the cult is the truth?
It wasn’t just a brief stay either.
She experienced all sorts of things there and fought for them.
The past does not change.
Theresa’s pupils dilated.
Her eyes looked at the past, not the present.
Memories she wanted to forget rummaged through, dug up, and poked at her head.
It was a spot where a red-hot blade had rummaged through.
Her head felt hot.
‘Two guards are outside the door.’
The Pope left his guards and faced her alone.
If she reached out to the Pope like this, he wouldn’t even be able to put up a proper resistance.
Reflexively, she searched for a way to escape from here and save herself.
It was a tactical response engraved in her instincts thanks to the hard training experienced in the Knight Order.
Take the Pope hostage or kill him to create chaos.
There were two methods.
However, she chose neither.
“It is true. You were a cultist.”
The Pope said.
Theresa lowered her head.
Veins bulged on the back of her hands.
Strength entered her body.
With her head lowered, Theresa’s mouth opened.
“I am.”
Noah quietly waited for her to continue.
“A person who shouldn’t be here.”
Noah didn’t force anything on her.
Even amidst his hectic schedule, he hadn’t forgotten the reason he came here.
“Why?”
Noah asked back.
“Pardon?”
Theresa raised her head again.
“Why shouldn’t you be here?”
Noah asked again.
Theresa’s eyes trembled slightly.
Wasn’t he bringing up her past and the sins she committed before to question her?
“Answer me.”
The Pope straightened his back.
Gathering his hands on his knees, he looked at Theresa.
Even though she must have unknowingly exuded pressure, Noah’s posture didn’t waver a bit.
“I don’t know my parents.”
“That is the same for me.”
The Pope is also an orphan.
Because the cruel blade called war had ravaged the continent for a long time, there were truly many orphans in this world.
“I was a cultist.”
“Yes, I heard.”
So what?
The Pope seemed to say.
Theresa’s head tilted.
“You aren’t questioning me.”
Only then did the Pope smile brightly.
“Me, questioning you? Surely not.”
The Pope continued, maintaining his smile.
“I am the Pope, but I don’t know how to use divinity even a little.”
Although her muscles were still tight with tension, the reflexive tactical response disappeared.
“Now, what would you answer to the question of who you are?”
At the Pope’s question,
Theresa didn’t hesitate.
“Theresa of the Border Guard, Theresa of the Madmen Knights.”
Disciple of the bear beastkin Audin, and a knight under Enkrid.
That was the root that took hold in her heart.
“O one who wishes to love others. Love yourself first. For one who is harsh on oneself cannot be generous to others.”
Words interpreting a part of the scripture.
The Pope recited a few more words.
Listening to the words, Theresa relaxed.
She loosened her tightened muscles and listened.
Naturally, her mouth opened too.
She confessed all the sins she committed in the past.
Although there was coercion and oppression, it was her hands that acted.
She spoke of her own pain as well.
If it was fortunate, she didn’t kill the powerless and pitiful.
She tried to save them.
Still, the sin of turning away remains.
Noah listened to her story.
It was an act of repenting sins, confessing, and seeking forgiveness.
It was a confession.
The first she had ever done in her life.
While talking, Theresa shed a few tears, but Noah acted as if he didn’t see.
Theresa didn’t wipe her tears either.
The long story ended.
A story containing the life of one mixed-blood giant.
“The Lord looks over you.”
Noah spoke, and after a while, Theresa asked.
“Weren’t you reluctant to face me alone?”
“Why would I be reluctant?”
“I am a mixed-blood giant and was a cultist.”
There might be giants with outstanding intelligence, but there are no giants with outstanding patience.
A famous saying.
Patience was the element furthest from giants.
Within the Border Guard, few feared her, but outside, it was daily life for wary gazes to dwell in eyes looking at her.
On the Southern Front, she smoothed it over by singing hymns, but after everything ended, she subtly felt distance.
“And you are a knight under Sir Enkrid and a sister serving the God of War.”
Noah said.
Enkrid is a close friend.
It mixed the meaning that if that person trusts her, he trusts her too.
There was no soot in Noah’s heart.
He just looked straight and spoke.
‘Pope.’
One who tries to see everything rightly.
Among stories picked up while coming and going here and there, there were many saying various problems arose due to the Pope’s stubbornness.
‘Does not give up on people.’
Wraps with benevolence.
His heart is full of generosity.
‘A person who cannot use divinity at all but breathes light into everyone’s heart.’
Suddenly, she thought of the Captain who would be at the Border Guard.
He had many corners resembling the Pope.
Both wrap everyone around them with their convictions at the forefront.
New memories of when she entrusted herself to Enkrid also surfaced.
“Take responsibility yourself.”
Words Enkrid said.
It was the end of a conversation started with words that she would fight and fight to prove herself.
Since then, she experienced truly many things and reached the present, but from some moment on, Theresa fell into self-hatred.
Noah pinpointed that part exactly.
“Sir Audin worries about you a lot, Sister.”
His words created the current situation.
Theresa nodded.
Confession was a first, but pouring out everything inside her was comforting.
‘I hated myself.’
Being mixed-blood, giant blood flowing, failing to control slaughter instincts, being in a cult.
Hated everything.
I tried to forget but failed, so all I could do was hate myself.
The past remains forever.
One cannot simply cut it off cleanly with a knife.
So one must accept and embrace it.
“Love yourself. If you want to love others.”
At Noah’s repeated words, the dagger stuck in Theresa’s heart was pulled out.
Instead of a dagger, she brought a fireplace burning in midwinter inside her.
As the change begin to take hold in her mind, a change occurred inside her body.
Precisely, the giant’s instinct she had suppressed by force until now.
She was scared she might lose reason waking the instinct, but.
‘That won’t happen.’
For there is no delusion for one who believes in oneself.
“You have good eyes. Can you love others now?”
“Yes.”
Theresa answered.
She expressed gratitude to the Pope.
Noah just smiled brightly.
Not an action done expecting something.
Audin talked about Theresa’s suffering and wandering, and Noah just listened to her story by offering a few words.
Theresa steadied her mind and looked at a bright future.
‘When I return, I can beat up Fel, Roford, and Smelly.’
She was sincere.
She saw hymns and giant’s instinct as opposing, but that isn’t so.
She has just realized both are things inside her.
***
‘The sister will do well.’
Audin thought as he took a step.
Now wasn’t the time to worry about others, but he didn’t forcefully snatch away rising thoughts.
Stairs heading underground.
The inside was deep, and since there wasn’t even a single torch on the wall, only pitch-black darkness greeted him.
The only light source was the torch in his hand.
Audin stepped onto the stairs relying on the torch in his hand.
Since the fire in his hand didn’t illuminate the entire surrounding, his footing was blurry, but even so, just by feeling the flow of air there was no difficulty walking.
“Do you really have to go there?”
Just before coming, Sir Overdeer expressed worry.
The place he was heading was a secret place few people knew except the Pope and himself.
It’s name is the Abyssal Oratory.
In other words, the Sunless Oratory.
Though the owner of that oratory called it a prison.
It was a place that appeared when going down through a secret underground passage hidden in the central chapel of the Holy City Legion.
The stairs going down forming a curve were like a signpost heading to hell.
‘Was the way this long before too?’
Audin learned training methods as a Martial Arts Priest, and polished skills and training methods with overflowing talent.
Many people taught him including his adoptive father, the Ragged Saint, but Audin felt a lack of something, and so he met a new master here.
‘Come to meet me.’
It was a place he went down drawn by words stimulating divinity repeatedly.
The best way to keep a secret is reducing the number of people who know.
Legion did so too.
Since setting up guards would be like saying something is hidden here, there was no one guarding the Abyssal Oratory.
Hide the underground passage cleverly and maintain the secret.
That was the best way to hide this place.
Also because of that, there was no one stopping or watching when Audin found this place and went down.
‘Come to meet me.’
The same words were heard.
Precisely, echoed in his heart.
It was when he was drunk on just realizing divinity and how to utilize it.
Audin was full of confidence not to fall for any temptation.
Even if a demon coiled down there, he was fully resolved to deal with it.
‘Doesn’t seem like a demon.’
Audin acted according to intuition.
No malice was felt from the call.
Nor was his heart shaken drunk on desire.
‘If a problem arises.’
It was a path he went down having prepared for this and that.
The trick the owner of the oratory performed was vibrating the ground through divinity to convey will only to the exact desired target.
Audin realized that.
‘Who could it be?’
He never knew a person could do such a thing.
Curiosity arose.
Competitiveness arose too.
Like that, drawn by the call, he found the underground chapel.
‘Who could it be?’
A demon hiding in Legion’s underground chapel?
Something possessed by an evil spirit?
God’s prank trying to lure and test him?
The path going underground was dark and silent.
Going down riding the stone stairs, a door twice as large as his body waited for him.
The moment he touched that door, burning pain dug through his head.
When he put in strength and opened the door, the owner of the oratory welcomed him.
-You came.
Emotions weren’t read.
Intent couldn’t be read either.
What he conveyed was only colorless will.
-It has been a long time since such a talent was seen.
A body made of light, yet not blinding, appearing bound to a single sword with chains hanging from its arms and legs.
No eyes and no nose.
Something barely resembling a human form, though made of light.
No mouth so no tongue.
He conveyed words by vibrating the air.
Amazing trick.
“What are you?”
Audin asked.
-I am the last Guardian Knight of the Legion.
His answers were two.
-Also a fool drunk on divinity.
What sleeps in the Abyssal Oratory is a light addict.
One who accepted a part of God into his body while drunk on divinity.
Also one who barely survived leaning on God’s generosity.
His wish was dying, and he waited for a person to kill him.
Past memories blur as if grazing.
This was their second meeting.
-You came again.
The divinity addict spoke towards Audin.
“Yes.”
-Seems you aren’t ready to keep the promise.
This is his domain.
A sanctuary he made and a space where his power projected.
He realized Audin’s level just by him stepping inside.
The Paladin who was no different from a disciple hadn’t acquired the power to kill him yet.
“The promise is yet to come, I came because I need my armor.”
Audin said.
The lump made of light lifted its bowed head though having no eyes.
Still a special light without blinding glare.
Vibration arose from the center of the light conveying will.
-Eventually you intend to walk the same path as me.
The light said.
“No. That is not it.”
Audin answered.
No one could come down, since they would be killed by the pressure.
Therefore, conversation went back and forth in a space where visitors were truly rare.
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