Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 116

116. Why is the death of others more unpleasant?

“It’s how to hold a sword.”

The third-rate mercenaries in the village where Encred was born didn’t even know how to hold a sword properly.

What I learned from the instructor I met for the first time.

How to hold the blade by pressing it with your thumb.

How to hold the grip with your right hand in front and your left hand behind you.

Even the way to hold the handle head and how to use ricasso.

Although most people held the sword with both hands.

‘Even with one hand.’

I think it will work.

Through the technique of isolation, the originally good strength increased further.

I held the longsword with only my left hand and swung it.

humming.

The sword swung moderately drew a circle. I don’t like it.

But it is possible.

Stabbing, slashing, stabbing and slashing again.

Cut diagonally and cut horizontally.

He even imitated binding.

I pictured the opponent in my head, but it didn’t seem like I could stand even a single match against Rem or my platoon members.

The problem is not one-handed swordsmanship, but the unfamiliar left hand.

I changed my partner. Although she has no face, she manages to wield a sword.

As I imagine, I sometimes come across someone similar to my past self.

Garbage that was not proportional to the skills and personality I saw during my time as a mercenary also popped up.

This is a guy who shoots thin knives like arrows.

Draw an image and swing a sword.

Less evil.

Scrap the floor with the soles of your feet and swing your sword widely.

Before I knew it, I was sweating, and beads of sweat were splashing everywhere.

The pebbles caught on the soles of my feet crackled and bounced up.

Encrud reflexively hit the bouncing pebbles with the edge of his sword.

Tick!

Thanks to my inaccurate hit, the splattered gravel hit the nose of my boot.

“If you hold it properly, you should know how to cut it the way you want.”

The instructor’s words came to mind one after another.

Even cutting down the scarecrow standing still was not an easy task.

Still, I thought Encred could do that much.

Although it is very difficult with the left hand.

‘It doesn’t go where I want it to.’

Build a new one. The path I walked with my right hand, I walk again with my left hand. It took a process of swinging repeatedly to get a feel for it.

What might be boring to some was not to Encred.

Rather, I was excited.

I also retraced the path I took with my right hand with my left hand and looked back at what I had missed.

Encred suddenly closed his eyes.

What he was seeing was not the present, but the past, his past self.

Deeper and deeper, deeper.

I recall memories and think of myself wandering within them.

‘What if you had done that back then?’

The reconstructions that I have done countless times over the years.

Battlefield, fight, monsters, beasts, people.

A sword swung against everything, a sword, a blade, a hand, a person.

I tripped and my head exploded.

I barely survived against the monster.

A time when I lived as if I had two lives.

Encred walked again.

One point of concentration naturally stuck to my body and I couldn’t see anything but myself, but with the heart of the beast holding my center, there was no way I could make a mistake due to excitement.

Boldness and composure were among the most useful weapons Encred possessed.

It felt like a helper supplementing my willpower.

Swing the sword again.

I went through this process of repeating, repeating, and ruminating over and over again.

I felt like I was mastering the boat more quickly than when I was using my right hand.

Patter.

I was drenched in sweat. The leather strap around the grip broke.

I lost strength, let down my hand, and the tip of the sword suddenly touched the ground.

I can’t say I overworked my muscles to this extent.

I definitely feel like I’m using muscles I wasn’t using before. Her left arm felt slightly numb.

“You definitely seem crazy.”

Encred’s dazed gaze focused on the voice coming from next to him.

“Didn’t you go to the battlefield?”

Encred’s eyes return to focus, he looks at the other person, tilts his head, and asks.

“Our platoon is in charge of defending the position. “Give it to me.”

This is Benjens, the 3rd platoon leader of the 2nd company.

I felt the gaze immediately. I just wasn’t conscious of it.

Vengeance approached, took Encred’s sword, and tightened the grip leather strap.

It was a skillful workmanship. I pulled it taut on both sides, turned it, and fixed it inside the grip again.

“I just do it because it seems difficult to do with one hand.”

Since when was Benjens so kind? From when he saved me from the fire?

Encred asked, curious again.

“Why did you hate me?”

At those words, Benjens pursed his lips and said.

“jenny.”

“jenny?”

Who is Jenny? Encred blinked his eyes. Her memory is not bad. So, it was one of two things that I didn’t remember.

Something you don’t need to remember.

Or a name you don’t know.

This time it was the former.

As I still looked at him with an expression of ignorance, Venjens’ voice tone rose.

“Jenny, the herb seller!”

Jenny who sells herbs?

This time too, let’s look at each other with consistent eyes.

Benjens muttered a swear word and then screamed.

“I hated you because I didn’t like your face!”

My child has an erratic personality.

A little while ago, I even helped him sharpen his sword and then he’s like this.

“Anyway, I don’t like that shiny face.”

Venjens growled and jumped up.

“Take good care of your sword.”

Are you worried that you don’t like it?

Seeing Venjens turn his back and walk forward, Encred chuckled and said, resting his chin on the back of his hand.

“I wasn’t interested. That was what I was interested in. “My interest was in medicinal herbs.”

I told you this much, so how can I not remember?

Encred tended to stop by the city often.

Then, there was a girl who said she liked him just by looking at his face. What should I say about this?

It was literally just the fantasy of a girl from a frontier city who was lost in fantasy.

I remembered it when I heard that it was Jenny who sold herbs.

I just pretended not to notice that they were teasing me while I was talking to Benjens.

That friend’s reaction is funny.

This is probably why Rem makes fun of the soldiers around him.

“I understand!”

Venjens screamed again.

He is a friend with a secretly cute side.

However, it is difficult to say that it is just cute. He’s quick-witted, has good skills, and takes good care of his subordinates.

‘Unless you’re unlucky, you’re the type that won’t die easily.’

Nyah.

As I was thinking about this and that and thinking about finding a stream to wash off my sweat, I heard Esther crying.

“Why are you so lethargic? hungry?”

Kat.

Esther narrowed her eyes at Encred’s question. She looked like it was staring.

“Does it hurt?”

As I spoke and stroked and picked Esther’s fur, Esther soon made a purring sound and closed her eyes.

There was no other reason why Esther was tired.

This is what happened as I took the fatigue from Encred’s body all night long and relieved it.

‘Ignorant human being.’

Even though she cursed inwardly, Esther did not dislike Encred that much.

A spirit of improvement that doesn’t know anything about giving up.

Isn’t that the same as yourself?

While exploring the world of spells, it ended up looking like this.

Her own desire for improvement was no less than that of this man.

Esther lowered her head and tried to sleep.

I guess fatigue had built up.

Today’s wizard was closed. I had no energy at all.

In the first place, it was expedient to use part of the spell world with this body.

Beep!

It was a moment when I was on the verge of falling asleep.

A sharp sound woke Esther from her sleep.

Encred’s hand that was scratching his head also stopped.

Ester raised her head and saw Encred’s chin.

He turned his head left and right and stood up.

“Leader!”

Encred put Ester down on the floor. I saw Kreis running from one side.

A sharp whistle followed.

Bleep!

It was a long tone.

This is a method that sounds a warning by pressing and holding it for a long time.

The Naurilian army uses whistle blowing as one of its signaling systems.

I mentioned one case when a long note is played in a long, long tone method like now.

It was an enemy attack.

“which… … .”

Instead of asking Chryce, Encred kept his mouth shut.

As soon as the whistle blew, the sound of the friendly voice first hit their ears.

“It’s a surprise attack! enemy! enemy!”

“Fight back!”

“Don’t back down!”

“f*ck, I’m sick!”

It is a dissonance created by panic and a sense of crisis.

Ta-da-da-dan!

In between, the noise made by the iron explodes.

Blood was immediately sprayed.

“Ouch!”

Screams like death mixed together.

Encred also saw the attacker in his eyes.

A walk that is neither fast nor slow.

Rattling.

A step that announces itself by the sound of stepping on gravel.

A walk that makes you feel like you are in another time.

The spring rain had stopped, a warm breeze was blowing, and the sun-drenched gravel field was filled with warmth.

This is the opponent standing on the gravel, clattering.

Wide shoulders, thin, hard leather armor, and a helmet unique to the Principality of Azpen that covers the entire head and forehead except for the ears.

The water on the faded brown hair that flowed from between the helmets dripped onto the floor.

Behind the spot he passed, two enemy soldiers were swinging javelins, and their skill was unusual.

Tadang.

Sigh! Poobuk!

I could tell just by looking at the process of blocking, hitting, and stabbing.

They are elite soldiers who have been refined over and over again.

I have met elite soldiers of that level before.

Gray Dog, a special unit of Azpen nicknamed the persistent lover.

A good unit to use for surprise raids like this.

So they did that.

A surprise attack was made using the unit’s characteristics.

The guy who led the unit walked up to Encred.

Karring!

Esther was about to fall asleep and showed her fangs.

“Ester, back.”

Encred covered Esther with his body and opened his mouth.

“You’re not dead.”

Because it was someone whose face I knew.

Was it Azpen’s commander, Gray Dog’s platoon leader?

He was easily agitated and was stabbed in the chest with his own sword.

His name is Mitch Huryer.

He was a platoon commander in the Principality of Azpen.

His entire body was soaked, as if he had passed through a river.

Just looking at it, it doesn’t look normal. Shorten the route by driving at night, and even conduct a surprise attack after crossing the river.

This may be the result achieved through expending all of your stamina.

However, Encred was in worse condition.

‘Will my wrist hold up?’

I don’t know. Mitch Hurrier took a breath. Then she lifted her chin slightly, looked at the sky, and chanted.

“Thank you.”

Is it a tribute to God?

“I wanted to meet you again. “Encred.”

These words are spoken again while lowering one’s gaze.

“It’s an honor that you remember my name.”

“then.”

Ching.

pull out the sword The moment he saw Mitch’s foot, En Creed knew he was going to die.

Even if his wrist was fine, he was a difficult opponent.

As my skills improved, I gained insight and was able to gauge my opponent’s skills.

“Thanks to you, I opened my eyes.”

There was no need to understand what was being said.

Mitch didn’t say anything that Encred hoped would understand.

It’s just something that comes out naturally because I’m happy in the present.

I’m here to lower the morale of the enemy army, which was ruined by the assault on their camp.

I found a big catch here.

He was the person I wanted to meet for so long.

This was the person I wanted to cut down so much.

I had to meet again and prove myself.

Only by defeating the author could we move on to the next point.

Mitch Huryer’s sword moved. To make a vertical cut from top to bottom.

earth!

Encred changed his grip on the sword to his right hand and faced them.

Wow.

One room was enough.

The splint I had put on broke and I lost strength in my right hand.

My wrist was sore and numb.

My fingers were shaking.

“You’re hurt.”

Would you like to see it?

It was an unthinkable sound.

Even I wouldn’t do that.

What does it matter whether the other person is injured or not?

This was not a place to discuss honor; this was a war.

Even if it was a duel, it wouldn’t have been tolerated.

Exploiting weak points during battle is actually something to be encouraged.

“You bad luck guy.”

Mitch showed a bitter smile. I wanted to fight properly, but the situation ended up like this.

Tadang.

Encred barely managed to block the blade that came in unexpectedly.

‘Die.’

This was the moment when I thought the next attack could not be prevented.

“You bastard!”

Vengeance, covered in blood, ran forward and stabbed Mitch Hurrier in the back.

hook!

The tip of the spear blade was quite sharp.

Mitch Huryer took off without even looking. He swung his body around his left foot to avoid the blade of his spear, and struck the sword diagonally.

Pop!

His blade struck the middle of the spear pole.

Nevertheless, Benjens did not miss the spear.

He raised it again and tried to hit Mitch in the chest with the spear.

It was a meaningless rebellion.

As soon as he hit the pole, Mitch Huryer’s foot moved.

Mitch Hurrier’s sword cut through the air as he went from a half-upright posture to a perfect posture of looking back.

After the sword leaves the spear, the trajectory drawn is parallel to the ground.

Squeak.

Benjens’s throat was cut.

Vengeance, sensing danger, managed to retreat, but it was too late.

The head has already been cut in half.

He lets go of the spear and grabs my neck.

Ah, you idiot, you can just run away.

Vengeance knelt on the floor.

Mitch Hurrier said while standing next to Vengeance, looking at Encred.

“I will cut your head like this too.”

Suddenly!

The half-severed head is cut again. Vengeance’s head rolled away.

What is it?

Even though I know that when I die, this day will repeat itself.

It felt like a dog’s penis.

It was damn right. It was like a pestilence.

Kyaaa.

The blue-eyed leopard that was watching also tried to pounce.

The leopard was stopped by a soldier wielding a short spear.

“An animal or something.”

The enemy soldier muttered and trampled Esther. If they didn’t run away, they would soon die.

“Go, Esther.”

As Encrud spoke, Mitch Hurrier approached and raised his sword high.

Mitch Huryer was a liar. He said he would cut off his head, but in the end, he stabbed En Creed in the chest.

“When I think about it, this is what happened to me.”

It’s a calm tone of voice. His sword pierced Encred’s heart.

I couldn’t even think of throwing the remaining whistle dagger.

It was impossible to do this with my right wrist in this condition.

“It’s a shame I didn’t get to see it properly, but goodbye.”

As he spoke, Mitch Hurrier pulled out the sword that stabbed Encred in the chest.

Poobubuk. Suddenly.

As the blade sliced ​​through his chest, red vitality poured out and flowed onto the floor.

Grumble.

In the eyes of Encred, who was sitting down with blood foaming at his mouth, he saw Vengeance’s severed head and Ester thrown to one side.

Caw!

‘I feel so good.’

It was damn right.

It was strange. It feels worse to see someone else’s death than my own.

The moment of death comes. Now that I’ve experienced it so many times, I might be used to it.

An abyss that, far from being familiar, instills pain, suffering, and fear in one’s mind.

Even though I know that morning will come again when I wake up after wandering into the abyss.

It’s the kind of darkness that makes you not want to die.

I didn’t dream.

Therefore, there were no boatmen.

Encred opened his eyes again.

Nyah.

Ester rubbed her face against his chest.

It was the start of a morning with oversleeping and no platoon members.

and.

‘It looks like a dog.’

Encred thought the situation was truly shit.

The right wrist is gone, and there is no platoon member. Before afternoon, the enemy’s elite raided the camp.

That included a bastard named Mitch Hurrier.

‘It won’t be resolved by running away.’

It won’t work. Even if you survive, you’ll just return to the same day.

You can’t escape today unless you overcome the wall.

So how do I get over it?

Encred’s gaze fell. He turned to Esther, who was rubbing her face against his chest.

To be precise, I looked at Esther’s left hand stroking her hair.

fantasy,