187. Are you really going to become a knight?
When I looked at the man named Encred, I clenched my fists without realizing it.
Most of the soldiers felt something similar when they saw Encred.
Because I know that I crawled up from the bottom.
Because I saw my efforts rewarded right before my eyes.
Upon seeing Encred, the group of soldiers, including Vengeance, clenched their fists. He held a spear, sword, and mace in his hands.
The soldiers gathered together. I swung my weapon.
The unseasonable heat set the barracks on fire again.
“It seems like soldiers these days are more enthusiastic than before. Why are they suddenly acting like that?”
The atmosphere is different from the original.
Encred, who felt this with his own skin, uttered a word.
Kreis, who heard from the side, snorted.
“Are you asking because you don’t know?”
So should I know and ask?
“The atmosphere around the market is not good, so I’ll go take a look.”
Instead of answering, Kreis left. Well, passion and heat are words that Encred also likes. I didn’t know why.
If you train hard, it will all help you save your life.
Thanks to that.
“Let’s give it a try!”
The number of people visiting like this has also increased. Something similar to this had happened before, and Encred was very welcoming to those who came.
Is there anything different from before?
Snap, exactly.
It’s just that the whole fight ended with one or two sums.
Isn’t this something worth fighting for?
The gap was so clearly visible that my body moved reflexively.
As for the striking blade, it was enough to just push it away without even hitting it with the training sword.
The newly learned swordsmanship is based on the traditional swordsmanship.
Pull your body to the left and swing your sword to the right to create a blind spot in the opponent’s field of vision.
Humans feel anxious when they cannot see, so they immediately turn their body to try to eliminate the blind spot in their field of vision.
In that gap, stab back.
Although it is a simple two-step operation, it has worked well every time, even at the border guard level.
“You’ve changed.”
Even though it was a sword with a blunt tip, the area around my solar plexus felt stiff when I hit it properly. Torres muttered while holding his stomach.
No, it hasn’t changed much.
Associate engineer? Well, it seemed to be at that level.
How did your skills improve so much?
Border guards are also people who challenge human limitations.
It is a collection of people with various skills and swordsmanship.
Torres was a member of that garrison, and was one of the people who watched Encred by his side.
‘This kid might really become a knight.’
There was a time when I thought that becoming a knight was a dream that was ridiculed and faded.
Encred’s dream no longer seemed empty to others.
“Shouldn’t you add company commander ‘nim’ to your title? soldier? “Officer Torres?”
“huh?”
“I am the company commander, albeit temporarily.”
Encred said, pointing at himself with his thumb.
“… … “Company commander.”
“It’s a joke.”
“You bastard.”
Torres laughed.
Status is status, relationship is relationship.
There was no need to have a superior-subordinate relationship with Torres or Benjens. Not even a direct supervisor.
The Border Guard standing army had a vague hierarchy.
I heard that in the capital garrison, if you look at the rank insignia incorrectly, you get beaten up, but that’s there, this is here.
“You seem to be taking after the 4th company commander.”
Torres’ words made Encred think about many things.
That fairy joke?
“Anyway, let’s go.”
Even after Torres left, several border guards requested a sparring match. As Encrid, he really had no reason to refuse.
When I wake up in the morning, I practice isolation techniques and swordsmanship training.
If you fix lunch.
“Should we fight together?”
Rem attacked. Still powerful. If you activate the Heart of Superpower properly, I think you can get a little closer.
‘If I overdo it, I won’t be able to digest the afternoon training schedule.’
I have already paid the price for my excitement several times.
Encred adjusted. This was training, not actual combat.
RAM was also adjusted.
Splitting hairs in excitement like before was not what he wanted either.
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After the lunch sparring, familiar faces came in one by one.
“Please take a look at my skills.”
Venjens also visited often. He meant to teach me. En Creed did not refuse because he agreed that one learns by teaching.
“But what is your title?”
Just because I don’t forget the joke.
“Do you look like a fairy company commander?”
I heard the same thing I heard from Torres.
What can I say, this is quite unpleasant.
The sun was nice for several days. After returning, there were only sunny days, except for a brief rain in the early morning on the third day.
“It’s a nice day, a good day for training.”
“I think you said the same thing about rainy days. Is there such a thing as a bad day for training, captain?”
I mumbled that I liked the sunny morning, and Rem asked from behind me.
Encred thought deeply before answering.
“Nothing.”
“… … If you get hit on the head one more time, it can go back to normal. “If the company commander doesn’t give up, you can become a normal person!”
Rem shouted passionately. Encred, who scolded him and told him to keep his eyes closed, continued his day as usual.
It rained the next day, but the schedule that day was the same.
It is a day copied from yesterday.
There were many eyes watching it in the barracks.
What should I say, I don’t even get tired of it anymore?
Whether it rains or snows, that’s the kind of person he was originally.
Nothing changed just because my skills improved, or because I was different from before, or because I became a company commander.
So, Encred was Encred.
It’s been 15 days since I returned.
One fine day, after the lunch sparring, Rem wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and sat on the floor.
“The cider was delicious.”
Rem blurted out something that tickled Encred’s ears. It is a sense, or a sixth sense.
It felt like he had something to say but was saying it back.
Is that Rem talking back?
Encred thought this was a rare thing, so he remained silent and waited for Rem to open his mouth.
“If you have any leftover, please secretly give me some.”
does not exist. Now all that’s left is a little something to drink in case of an emergency.
When I was told to drink it in small sips, there was nothing more that could fit into Rem’s mouth as he drank it down in huge gulp.
Ragna was also a drink that rarely received favorable reviews.
It seems like everyone had a good time.
I think Saxony took a couple of sips, and Audin took about five sips.
By the way, Rem changed his words twice.
Encred thought something was up.
“Did you kill him?”
When asked about the most suspicious thing.
“huh?”
“I asked if you killed a superior in another unit while I was away.”
Is this something that can be resolved? First of all, if you haven’t been caught until now, you’ve hidden it well.
Fixing things after that will be a problem.
“What are you talking about?”
Didn’t they kill him?
“What? Did you maim it?”
This is also a big problem. But it’s better than dead. I just hoped it wouldn’t end up as a fire.
“It’s not the 1st Company, is it?”
Let me ask again.
“… … “I want to ask again, what on earth are you looking at me for?”
A crazy dog that goes crazy when you touch it.
If you don’t like something, whether it’s your boss or not, you’re an idiot who will beat you up.
A perverted bastard who harasses the soldiers around him when he’s bored, and doubles the trouble when he likes it.
“The look in your eyes, shit, it looks like I’m really hurt right now. “I saw the look in your eyes for the first time in my life.”
It was my first time, so it was a surprise.
I was a little, really very slightly suspicious, but it was a joke.
It was our daily routine to joke around like this, take a breather, and then go have lunch. During that time to catch her breath, Rem opened her mouth.
“Well, I didn’t kill him, and I just wish I didn’t beat him.”
Encred spoke, and Rem sighed, looked at the sky, and opened his mouth.
His gaze was cast to one side, and he was under a tree about five steps away from Encred.
I heard that Battalion Commander Marcus moved and planted a tree next to the training ground?
“Because the training ground without shade is so dreary.”
He is a surprisingly meticulous person.
As we sat on the left and right sides of the tree as a starting point, we began to hear Rem’s voice.
“When I was young, my father first taught me how to use a spear. Well, it was fun.”
What do you want to talk about?
For no reason, I remembered the words that the evil spirit inside the magic sword kept talking about.
Family family, swordsmanship, bloodline, and a wish that could not be connected.
Those things tied him to the ground.
Does Rem have things like that too?
Aren’t humans inherently bound to something?
Whether it’s a dream, status, power, or Crona.
“I learned hunting, it was fun.”
But this bastard.
“I learned swordsmanship, and it was fun too.”
Should I be taught a new way to speak? I usually say things when I’m teasing and harassing others, but now I’m just awkwardly saying things.
At times like this, it seemed like there were more gaps than Ragna.
Well, every time the remaining members of my company talk about me, they say the same thing. It was awkward and stuttering, but he spoke the clearest when teaching him how to use a sword.
Even if I don’t know everything, I know because I heard the stories one by one, knowingly or unknowingly.
Rem is from the west, Ragnar is from the north, etc.
Among them, Rem’s story this time was different.
The way he spoke was awkward, but the content was worth listening to.
“The war in the West broke out around that time. Well, it didn’t look good, but what can you do? “They’re threatening to kill you, but you can’t calmly put your head down.”
There are still countless wars on the continent. Didn’t Naurilia immediately increase the scale of the war against Azpen and take over the Green Pearl Plain?
As time goes by, this too will be called the Green Pearl Plain War or something like that.
And now, the war in the West that Rem was talking about was pretty terrible.
Dozens of pioneer villages each had their own king.
Some called it a war for the throne rather than a war in the West.
In the end, one of the tribes won, but it was a traumatic victory.
Afterwards, it had to be subjugated to the empire for making the West impoverished and devastated.
“I used a sword back then, and that was fun too. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
You damn genius bastard.
Well, every weapon I got my hands on was fun.
If you roughly listen to the story, it seems like Rem was also active during the Western War.
If you look at your age now.
“At that time, maybe fifteen?”
“Well, that was about it.”
At only fifteen.
‘What did I do?’
Were you struggling just to leave the village?
Did you still believe you had talent?
Was it a time when you believed that time was fair for everyone, so you just had to work hard?
Time wasn’t fair.
This is something you can understand just by listening to Rem’s story now.
The clock of a talented person may run more faithfully than that of a less talented person.
“So there’s something I’d like to ask.”
There was no context, it didn’t make sense, and I know it wasn’t intentional, but it also included bragging that he was a genius.
Meanwhile, I also heard that someone like Gomtaeng from a neighboring tribe was killed in the war.
I don’t even know who it is, so what’s the point of knowing?
This is what was said at the end. It’s a question.
“Are you really going to become a knight?”
Even though this was a really random question, Encred was not embarrassed at all.
Well, I didn’t know it was because it was a question I always thought about.
How could Encred not ask himself this?
‘Can it be done? Is it possible? ‘What is a knight?’
There is no answer to the repeated questions. That’s why I just took one step forward, and I did that because there was no other way.
Even if it literally rains or snows.
Even if the sun shines brightly.
Even on the way to a mission.
Even though I know that today will end in death.
It would not be enough to say that he was honest.
“huh.”
There was no hesitation in the answer. Encred was calm. It was no different from any other day. It was the same as any other answer.
That felt fresh again to Rem.
“Is it possible?”
“I don’t know.”
This is my honest opinion. No one knows the future. You don’t even believe what the prophet says.
“Is that so?”
“okay.”
“I see.”
“Yes.”
A few trivial words were exchanged.
After that it was normal. Eat, rest, and spar.
Rem did not ask a similar question again. I was calm. There’s no way to know what’s inside.
Rem was worried.
If he really becomes a knight, then so be it.
‘Should I go find what I left behind?’
It was a pretty serious concern. What you left behind when you left your original land. If you find it, you may not be the knight they talk about, but you will be at the level of a knight.
The continental brats narrowed down the path to becoming a knight to only one, but Rem thought differently.
It actually did. In the West, the word warrior is used instead of knight. It was a word derived from an old legend about a warrior who would pioneer the continent.
And Rem was the number one candidate for the next generation of heroes. He was the best.
After a brief thought, a few thoughts passed through my head.
Rem, who watched Encred swinging his sword day and night, made a decision.
“Then I too can become a knight.”
Rem blurted out something in passing. A normal Encred would have teased him or made fun of him in a twisted way.
chamberlain.
“Why?”
“You can’t become a knight by beating up your superiors.”
“Does your head hurt?”
I thought I would hear something like that.
“okay?”
It’s a calm reaction. After that, something very obvious followed.
“Sparring?”
Rem was also strangely happy about that.
Isn’t he a truly amazingly consistent person?
In it, I quite liked the fact that something similar to respect could be seen in the inner thoughts and tone of speech.
* * *
The moment when Rem shared his decision with Encred.
Outside the city, a human with a black hood covering his face looked at the Border Guard walls.
‘It’s high.’
It would be difficult for any decent monster to overcome it.
but.
How about a high-level magician?
There.
“It is a temporary alliance.”
Ten thieves from black swords.
Wouldn’t this be enough to cause an uproar?
fantasy,
