304. As much as you want
Ragna was standing outside alone, ruminating on the past.
“A thousand times. Don’t even think about coming in until you’re done.”
I didn’t think hitting a thousand times was difficult.
However, Ragna was curious.
‘Why should I swing the sword?’
My arm hurts. My body hurts too. It’s not fun either. Did you enjoy holding the sword sharply?
I have no idea, I don’t even remember.
“Why? Why did you ask? If you were born as a man in the Jaune family, it’s a natural thing to do.”
I said it was a natural thing. Could that be the reason?
The same thing was repeated.
Why should it be like that?
“Raise the status of the Jaune family.”
Why should it be like that?
“Become a knight.”
Why should I become a knight?
“Kill him.”
Why should I kill him?
Ragna has been unable to find his way since childhood.
Finding his way was the most difficult thing for him.
Why was that difficult?
That’s because I don’t know the right path. That’s because there is no way to know. Ragnar had no destination.
That’s why I was always curious.
How can a man named Encred do that?
Isn’t it true that everyone has to doubt the path they are taking at least once?
Is the path I am taking right now? Is this a good reason, a good reason for living?
Ragna had never seen the confusion and confusion in Encred’s eyes before.
Anyone can wander sometimes, but Encred wasn’t one.
He is always sure. So I wanted to ask.
Why do you want to become a knight?
* * *
Encred looked at Ragna and scratched his chin as a habit.
The answer is fixed.
But I don’t know if that’s the answer the other person wants.
‘Rather, it’s easier to deal with Rem.’
Rem’s thoughts are flexible. He’s so crazy that you can’t really see him, but his spirit doesn’t break even if it bends.
Auddin is hardy. His mental durability was incomparable to anyone else’s.
‘It seemed dangerous at first.’
Although it still shakes sometimes, it is a shaking inherent in the resoluteness of refined steel.
Therefore, should we say that it shows a strong strength that makes us confident that it will not collapse?
Saxony is simple. It’s cold because it’s dull. He does not easily show passion for anything. Of course, even in that coldness, I could sometimes see a heat that felt like it would burn me just by looking at it.
This is the inner self of a company member as seen by Encred.
So, what about Ragna?
‘A blade that can cut through anything, but on the other hand, it breaks easily.’
Uneasy and dangerous. He is the man who most deserves the two words talent, and he is the man who uses his talent most uneasily.
Encred did not choose his words.
I didn’t even bother to worry about it.
“Order it here.”
I just pat my chest and say this.
Ragnar stopped when he heard those words. She must have forgotten to breathe for a moment, so she held her breath for quite some time.
As I watched, Ragna took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
“Is that why you want to be a knight?”
A dream when I was young, an aspirational goal when I grew up, a dream at one time, and now the path I have walked and will walk in the future.
The song of the knight and bard who ended the war became a dream.
If I had to say it out loud, that was the reason.
If you sink deeper and dig deeper, your heart tells you to do it.
Saving a child, protecting the weak, and keeping an oath are the same.
How can there be only one reason for wanting to become a knight?
So this was the answer.
“Is my ‘why’ important?”
Answered questions with questions. Ragna was lost in thought once again.
Your eyes are looking at you, but your thoughts are wandering somewhere else. Encred knew it with his own eyes.
Rem, Audin, Saxony, and Ragnar are all the same. Look at yourself and seek answers. get something Esther is similar.
If I didn’t have this level of tact, I wouldn’t have been able to become the troublemaker squad leader and would have ended up being a crow’s meal in a corner of the battlefield.
“Go in first.”
A fun answer to a fun question, Encred thought.
I had the delusion that if I left Chrys alone, he would join forces with Garrett and make a plan for the two of them to run away. As I was going back in, I heard Ragnar’s voice.
“After the fight is over, let’s stick together.”
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“However much.”
“I risked more than half my life.”
I’m saying let’s do it seriously.
“However much.”
Encred repeated the same answer and entered the tent.
The remaining Ragnar quietly felt the explosion and eruption occurring within him.
It would be similar to Io when a volcano explodes.
Something boiling in my lower abdomen struck and struck my heart.
‘Why am I alive?’
When the question of why he should swing the sword reached the reason for living, Ragna lost his motivation.
I became lazy. I became a lost sheep. If I hadn’t met the shepherd, I would have lived like that forever.
“Let’s stick together.”
Ragna speaks into the air. There is no answer. The person who is going to answer has already entered the tent.
Ragna focused on the sounds coming from inside him.
It is the sound of the heart. It is a cry from the inner world.
‘Hey, can you finally hear it now?”
I heard it. The cries and reprimands that I had ignored until now were clearly audible.
From one day on, I wasn’t happy even when I met a decent person.
‘It’s murder.’
It was considered a matter of killing people along a set path rather than competing with a sword. It was not competition, but labor.
However, I didn’t feel any guilt about the murder.
If you go out with a weapon, shouldn’t you always keep death in mind?
Since the opponent also has a sword, it is something that must be endured.
Ragna thought he would wander for the rest of his life and die in an unknown field, but things in the world do not always go as expected.
‘Idiot, do you understand now?’
Ragna laughed after hearing his inner scolding. She smiled.
“Ah, yes, I understand.”
I even started talking to myself.
Ragna looked inside himself and faced his own desires. Confirmed her desire. She found her way.
I want to fight an opponent that makes my heart tremble.
‘I want to fight someone who will push me to my limits.’
Sinar came out of the tent right away and heard the entire conversation between the two from one side.
A fairy’s hearing is like magic that allows it to ignore considerable distances.
In her opinion, Ragnar’s question was strange, and Encred’s answer was also strange.
Ragna, who was soon muttering to himself, was even more strange.
Everything is strange.
But I don’t know why I feel happy listening to the conversation between the two.
Just listening to it makes me feel refreshed. My heart is warm. Sinar unconsciously smiled at a feeling he had felt for the first time in a very long time.
It was a smile that I would never show if anyone saw it.
* * *
Look at the map and understand the terrain.
In his head, Kreis sorted out the dozens of things that were most likely to happen in the future.
‘It’s still not enough.’
Both our military power and the enemy’s information are insufficient.
‘How to win? No, it’s a fight you can win just by protecting it.’
It’s okay if only the wooden fence doesn’t collapse. Well, the answer has come out. It is Mercury. Not Attack, but Mercury.
‘It’s not.’
If you keep it, you lose. I wonder if Azpen is a gathering of idiots.
If those guys had gathered together, they would have attacked from the beginning.
My thoughts continued and became twisted.
“This is why it can’t be done. Well, the best is Mercury.”
These are the words of Battalion Chief Garrett. The guard named Nurat muttered something behind him.
I couldn’t hear it.
I can’t remember how many times this has happened in this battle alone. It would be easier to run away.
‘Why do we need to protect the city?’
Why can’t I run away?
The most important thing in the world is your life.
The second most important thing is Crona.
The third one is Encred.
So, this was all because of the captain.
“Oh, I don’t know.”
Kreis eventually raised both hands and feet. It was a strategy meeting that started out of nowhere.
We’ve been talking for three or four hours, dripping with sweat.
When I turned around, I suddenly saw Encred. He seemed to be leaving, but then he came back in and was listening to the conversation.
“The best thing to do is to hold out until the winter passes, Mercury, but is Azpen sneaking in now without even knowing it?”
Garrett asked.
“Yes, that’s why I decided that the slow arrival was the problem.”
Kreis answered. It is a process of finding an answer by repeating the same words.
This is what Kreis and Garrett said as soon as they met.
“What is the speed?”
“Slow.”
“It’s not good.”
“It’s not good.”
This is a conversation.
Garrett said it was slow, and Kreis said it was bad.
Why is it bad?
Knowing that Mercury’s advantage was here, but coming slowly, it meant that there was something out there.
Encred, who was watching quietly, asked.
“What’s the worst?”
“Right away, a fire-breathing dragon jumps out from above your head.”
Cryce answered Encred’s question without pause.
“It’s too much to say it’s a dragon. It’s impossible.”
Nurat intervened.
Garrett didn’t stop him. Kreis opened his mouth again.
“Sometimes knight-level power suddenly appears.”
“I have figured out as much as I can about the movement of knight-level forces.”
This time Garrett answered.
“Based on the speed of the advance, we will reach there in four to five days at most. In the meantime, we will have to hold out by organizing and sending out a scouting party.”
Encred also looked at the map.
I figured out the terrain and roughly memorized it. From his childhood, his memorization skills were not bad. He also had experience working as a Pathfinder, so it wasn’t a problem for him to memorize a few directions.
“What do you need most now?
“A variable.”
The question is answered immediately. If you don’t know what the dog in the container is, just shake it. Kreis thought so too, but what is the variable here?
Should you sacrifice your troops to see how your opponent reacts?
Wouldn’t that just be an idiot?
So, what should we do? Hit the supply route? That won’t work either. The preparation is thorough. It was a slow march toward that end.
They literally looked at what was on the ground while walking, poking at every single stone and picking it up.
There is a saying in the continent that when crossing a stone bridge, if it doesn’t work, turn around. If you feel uncomfortable, don’t do it even if it takes time.
What is more important than speed is thoroughness.
The other person was like that now.
So the best I could do now was to hold on, and the next was to shake.
“Sometimes you can see the intention by looking at the reaction.”
“It’s a good idea, but how easy is it?”
Garrett said, crossing his arms from the other side. Nurat supplemented Garrett’s words.
“It comes very slowly, with absolutely no gaps in sight. We formed a ranger unit and sent it in to attack the supply, but it was impossible. Not a single one came back alive.”
Encred nodded. What can he do differently about himself?
“I need to rest and prepare.”
That’s the decision. Garrett nodded his head in agreement.
“After this battle, can you tell me a story about the past?”
This is what Garrett says after the meeting is over.
What is this person? He was no ordinary person.
It was this author who built the camp at Green Pearl and organized the army as soon as Azpen showed up. The preparation was quite solid and sturdy.
“What are you talking about?”
“The story of the fight, what happened in the troublemaker squad, the moment you eventually became a company commander, the battle that happened back then, and everything that happened in the past.”
Garrett’s eyes sparkled. She looked excited. Her eyes were waiting for pleasure. En Creed scratched her chin.
After the battle is over, there will be a lot of work to do.
It seems like survival comes first.
It was something for Encred to think about as well.
If Azpen comes out like that, what should the enemy commander do to give himself a headache?
“Okay, later.”
I thought about something else and answered roughly. Garrett was satisfied with that and nodded at her.
Is it fortunate that Garrett is not a traitor?
In Encred’s opinion, the best thing for him to do was to convert. Wouldn’t it be much easier if you stood on Azpen’s side and aimed your sword at this side?
Encred asked without hiding his true feelings.
“If running away is the answer and you are treated as a war criminal at best, then why didn’t you convert? Azpen would have suggested it too, right?”
It may be a sensitive question in some ways, but Garrett didn’t care.
“romance.”
“yes?”
“Romance is here.”
What is romance?
Garrett’s dream is to be a poet. He was also quite talented at handling musical notes.
To him, everything that happened at Border Guard was material. It was a story. It was romantic. It was his own dream.
In particular, Encred was like the main character of a play.
He was a hero lover. So even if Encred doesn’t do anything, you can’t help but like him.
The more I dig into it, the more I see that it is accomplishing truly absurd things one after another.
“Because living and dying like this would be several times more fun.”
Garrett laughs. In some ways, he was a madman similar to Encred.
So, if I get inspired to write a romantic poem today, I don’t care if I die tomorrow.
Encred didn’t know everything in detail, but he knew intuitively that this man would not betray him.
If I had pulled out the sword of betrayal and betrayal, there would not have been a place like this.
“It’s similar to a captain.”
“what?”
“Well, here we go.”
Next to him, Kreis said, poking his head with his index finger. Encred felt strangely uncomfortable, so he hit Chrys’ head with his elbow.
“evil!”
Kreis grabbed his head and rolled over. Nurat saw that and helped him up, asking if he was okay.
“It’s okay. Oh, it was Nurat, right? Shall we talk over a cup of tea?”
Even in this situation, he hits the woman. Yes, that’s Kreis. It’s actually better now that I’m not wandering around in a panic.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve given up half way, or because I think I have a chance of winning.
Encred came out of the barracks. The plan was to take a look at the camp that a man named Garrett had built.
While looking at the camp, I saw a group of soldiers gathered together.
I was cooking something over a fire and the smell was amazing.
As I approached, I saw a long piece of meat stuck on a long tree branch.
Apply seasoning on one side and bake on the other side.
The skill created through division of labor was excellent.
“Let’s sit together for a bit.”
Encred stepped in between them.
“What? This is your first time seeing me?”
“Joining today.”
Most of the soldiers did not know Encred’s face.
This is a battalion specializing in supply. Everyone was doing something with familiar hand movements.
Garrett’s unit was originally like this. Because his specialty is support, not combat.
“I’ll give you one.”
There was also a female soldier, and she looked at Encred’s face. It might have been natural to have a favorable attitude. There are times when Encred’s face becomes a weapon.
“Stop looking at it, it’s going to wear out.”
The soldier who was applying the seasoning scolded me.
“Hey, it’s my eyes. Let’s take care of them. They were rotting away just looking at you every day.”
“It’s sick.”
It was nice to see each other. Even so, the fact that they are in sync with each other is proof that they are on good terms. Encred pushed his butt between them.
Even though I had spread a thick blanket on the floor, the chill rose up.
I immediately put the grilled meat in my mouth.
The moment I took a bite thinking it was snake meat, the meat melted in my mouth.
“What is this?”
When asked, the soldier who was grilling meat answered with a smile.
“It’s good for men.”
Encrid decided that they were superior to Martai’s bakers.
It tasted like that.
Another thing I noticed was that Garrett was incredibly good at managing his unit.
‘They say fighting isn’t the best.’
The soldiers seemed relaxed. It was a well-managed unit.
Encred grabbed a few more pieces of meat and ate them on the spot.
“You’re eating well.”
The female soldier said. Encred just nodded. He was busy stuffing meat into his mouth.
fantasy,
