394. Dark morning
There was nothing more to do in the palace, and Kraang was going to be busy.
So it was time for Encred to go back too.
Just before we parted ways, I saw Matthew following Krang, dragging his thighs, swearing harshly and leaving for treatment.
“Wouldn’t it be better to get treatment at the palace?”
The Marquis of Octo asked Encred, who was returning after seeing Matthew.
He was a person who knew how to take care of people meticulously and meticulously.
And there are eyes to see.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stood on Kraang’s side.
“it’s okay.”
Encred declined. Your right wrist will heal quickly.
That would be the case if I ate and rested properly.
There is no need to do it inside the palace.
I could fix the creaky joints with my own hands, and I thought Rem or Ragna could handle this kind of first aid. Above all, there is ester.
“If I touch you, you will get better quickly.”
Didn’t she say it with such confidence?
This is what Count Molsen’s alter ego said after examining Encred’s body immediately after his death.
“They said that if he were to die at this level, he would have died long ago.”
And then he continued. He had a somewhat satisfied expression. I don’t know what Esther meant, but I didn’t bother to ask. It didn’t seem like he would answer, and Encred was also getting tired.
It wasn’t to the point where he would collapse and die right away, but after surviving the hands of a semi-knight who beat Acea and cut off her pulse for several days, he watched the argument between Count Molsen and Kraang.
It was almost painful to talk about what happened in between.
To put it briefly, I beat, killed, and ran.
My legs weren’t shaking, but I wanted to eat well, wash, and rest.
There was a bad smell from the body. The smell of blood and sweat mixed together.
When I went outside, I saw Rem chasing a certain Mojiri.
It’s right in front of the royal palace, next to Jjaknuni. Rem had so much blood all over his body that it looked like he had taken a bath in blood.
As Encred scanned Rem’s body with his eyes, Rem spoke.
“Well, I was chasing a guy who beat me up and hit him and then ran away.”
There was some dissatisfaction in the way he spoke. When I looked closely, I could see that my body balance was a little off. I had injured my ankle. I’m not limping, but I’m hurt.
“There’s a trick the kid hid for the last time.”
Rem answered again without even asking. Even as he said that, Rem still did not smile.
I guess you felt relieved.
It seemed like he was chasing me because he had some connection.
He also looked like a Westerner.
“Are you getting beaten up because you lack skills?”
Ragna asked seriously from behind. He was really worried. So it was a mockery.
Only then did Rem smile. Of course, it was an expression that was far from a happy or happy smile.
“You’re really getting sick of it.”
“huh? “I can’t hear you because it’s coming from a guy who got beaten up somewhere?”
“Shall I split your earholes with an axe?”
“I can’t hear you because it’s coming from a guy with an injured ankle?”
“Oh, I guess I should write this to you.”
Rem said and tried to take something out of his arms. Encred stepped in between the two.
“stop.”
It’s everyday life. However, I felt that both of them had increased their enthusiasm.
Since when did those two talk so well?
At first, I think they both spoke with their hands rather than their words.
I remembered Ragna getting lost after taking a bite of an apple.
Remdo approached, sharpening his ax blade with a whetstone instead of speaking.
“You both have become more talkative.”
I feel it and say it.
“… … “Who is going to do that?”
Rem accepts.
Ragna also blinks a few times and speaks.
“What are you saying?”
As they took turns, Encred said that Ragnar had really taken a shortcut, and Rem was really surprised to hear that.
It was a change of idea.
I called a place that wasn’t a road a road and crossed it without looking at the palace, so it was a shortcut.
“young. “It’s really increased.”
Rem was impressed, and Ragna slightly lifted his chin.
“Finding shortcuts is my specialty. “It’s better than swordsmanship.”
“Are you crazy?”
And then we fought again. After roughly drying up, I arrived at Andrew’s house and saw Dunbakel, Andrew, and the trainees gathered there.
No one died.
“What, he suddenly ran away.”
Dunvakel said to Ragnar. Therefore, I had to listen to the story about the shortcut once again.
Was finding the way more rewarding than killing the Order’s semi-knight?
It seemed that way in Encred’s eyes.
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I was even more surprised to learn that Dunbakhel also found a way.
Dunbakhel was not even curious about what was going on in the palace. She just nodded her head with extremely tired eyes.
Around that time, Saxony came back, and he just gave me a quick greeting and acted like usual. He was silent.
“What did you do?”
“It ended well.”
At least Encred answered the question.
“Are you curious about the shortcut to the palace?”
Ragna spoke there. Saxony was ignored.
After washing with the help of servants and maids, Encred adjusted the bones of his right wrist and applied a splint.
When I finished everything, Esther came up to me in human form and grabbed my wrist.
I felt quite a bit of heat from her touch.
“Be patient.”
She said and Encred did as she said.
As I endured the heat, fatigue overtook my body.
He said that there is nothing more important than proper rest.
Eating well and resting well is the spirit of rebirth.
Wang Do-ra, whose body recovers quickly.
Encred shared a room with Rem.
And I fell asleep without saying anything.
I instinctively knew that I would fall into a deep sleep without even dreaming.
So I was a little confused.
Because Dream, Boatman, Black River, and Ferry Boat came right away.
“Sit down.”
The boatman said.
The ferryboat was several times wider than before.
Has this changed so much?
The table and chairs looked like they were carved from wooden chairs. It was connected to the bottom of the ferry boat.
It looked as if it was rising from the ground. So is it interesting? Yes. It was fascinating.
But that was all. I was a little surprised, did something like this work? A small exclamation.
The boat was still shaking, the boatman was still there, and the black river water was still the same.
Although the size of the ferry has changed, it doesn’t seem like a huge difference.
Rather, the boatman’s attitude was different.
There is no cup of tea, but what does the table mean?
It can be a place for conversation.
The boatman sat across from me first. En Creed walked a few steps across the widened ferry and sat down in his chair.
It was hard. Even if you think twice about it, you can’t say it was a comfortable position.
“It is said that giants are born with super strength, frogs with the power of regeneration, beastmen with excellent voluntary and physical control, dwarves with dexterity and physical strength, and dragons with excellent fighting sense and will.”
It’s a story that most people wouldn’t understand, but Encred understood most of it.
There was a time when I thought about my talent, worked hard, and did anything.
When I thought theory was necessary, I dug into this and that.
Of course, it wasn’t of much use.
So this is a familiar story.
The mighty power of a giant.
Proc’s playback.
The animal’s athletic ability.
Dwarf’s stamina.
Yongin’s words.
“Then what do humans have?”
The boatman asked at the end of the story.
Encred knew the answer.
“It’s called potential and possibility.”
“right.”
Purple light emanated from the boatman’s black eyes. A soft light replaced the lamp and illuminated the table and surroundings.
No, before I knew it, the lamp was on the table.
“Humans can go anywhere.”
Is that what you wanted to say?
The boatman continued:
“That’s why you don’t know your subject.”
Eyes met eyes. Sagong once again recognized Encred’s growth.
The guy who I couldn’t even hear properly before makes eye contact. It becomes a conversation.
“This is my gift, my advice, and my whim.”
When Encred did not open his mouth, the boatman continued speaking. He raised his right hand and spread his palm out to block En Creed’s eyes.
That alone gave the illusion that there was a big wall in front of me.
In reality, it was just a palm with gray, pebble-like skin, but it felt different.
Afterwards, the boatman’s voice rang out as if it were overlapping, and dozens of words entered Encred’s body one by one.
“It’s impossible.”
“You can’t escape.”
“Where can I get out of here?”
“It would be arrogance to believe that we can always move forward like we do now.”
“That is the arrogance of potential and possibility.”
“Humans are arrogant. Give up. This is my consideration. “More pain will come.”
“The walls will be high.”
“You can stop here.”
As the boatman spoke, Encred saw a vision.
In that illusion, I found myself writhing in pain.
I wandered alone, lost and unable to find direction.
I suffered in it over and over again for the rest of my life. Today there was no end.
Today is a day with no people and not even small changes.
That day repeats itself infinitely. It was not humanly possible to not despair within it.
The moment I see it, I get goosebumps all over my body. Fear rises. The fear that filled her heart engulfed at least one person.
There were other illusions as well.
In it, Encred lost everyone every time.
Everyone around him died. He was unstoppable. His hand is out of reach. Something that cannot be done by human power is killing everything around it.
Still, nothing can be done.
With his legs and arms missing, all he can do is look on.
It’s a continued welcome.
A large fireball fell on my head.
The fireball that fell burned everything. Body, will, land, air.
Nevertheless, he did not burn to death all at once. Encred suffocated to death in the flames.
I could tell just by looking. That kind of pain is not something you can endure.
This is something that cannot be done with a sword.
“Stop here. “No matter what today is, you will live with satisfaction.”
Is this encouragement? Or, as he said, is it advice, a whim, a gift?
I do not know. But it wouldn’t be any different just because it was a gift.
Encred was a person who knew how to refuse a gift, even if it was something he did not want.
“If you get lost, until you find it.”
Only then do you open your mouth and speak. It continued with the first word.
“If you don’t have arms or legs, even with the grip of your sword in your mouth.”
“If we can’t avoid it, even if we split up.”
Disaster is inevitable. If so, it will become a disaster itself.
Encred said he would move forward no matter what.
Now was more important than the unknown threat.
I will not be afraid, kneel down and hesitate in advance. As we have done before, we will do so again.
The boatman said nothing more. Just look at it.
Suddenly the chair disappeared.
Encred hit his butt with a thud. If it were real, he would have reflexively strengthened his thigh muscles to hold on, but that didn’t happen here.
The table and chairs disappeared and the boatman had already put on his hood and could no longer show his face.
He said, holding a lamp in one hand.
“How dare you sit at the same table? It’s too much.”
“I didn’t ask you to sit down… … .”
This seemed a little unfair.
“good.”
The boatman spoke, and Encred opened his eyes again.
It was reality.
I wish I could forget dreams, etc., but that didn’t happen. The illusion remained in my mind as if engraved in it.
Today is something you can’t do anything about.
So now is the time. Repeating today, when you can settle down, is the best way to promote and protect your body’s safety.
“… … “Did you have a good dream?”
What should I say, sometimes Rem would ask me about my dreams every morning, and at times like this, it seemed like he had some innate instinct.
Something like a barbarian’s instinct.
“huh.”
He answered and sat up. As she lowered her head and caught her breath, Rem opened her mouth again.
“I broke into a cold sweat. “I also talk in my sleep.”
“what?”
“I heard that if that were the case, I wouldn’t have even held a sword in the first place.”
It was my intention. It seemed like it came out of her mouth without her realizing it.
A safe and protected life?
“If that were the case, I wouldn’t have even held a sword.”
Encred muttered. Sweat dripped down her forehead and down her thighs.
That’s what I say to the boatman, and the determination I say to myself.
“No, the captain would have held his sword no matter what.”
Rem said.
That was right.
Encred stood up. It was dawn. It’s before dawn.
“In our land, we call this time Utkiorah.”
The word West came out.
“What does it mean?”
“It means that the baby bird that hatched from the egg is about to fly.”
“what?”
“Some people say it’s a dark morning.”
Dawn, dark morning, a moment before dawn.
“It is natural for dawn to break after darkness.”
Rem muttered as if reciting poetry.
Encred liked that word.
Dark morning.
Darkness before the sun rises.
Isn’t it a perfect way to call a good time to train?
It was time to move my body.
Krang will take care of his job.
Encred also intended to do his own thing.
So, discipline and training.
While I was training as usual, I heard that Count Molsen was calling the king false.
“It will be Nauril Plain in a month.”
It was early morning. The person who delivered the news was Acea. There was still a bruise on her nose.
Rem saw that and said without yawning.
“Where are you getting beaten up like that? Who said that? say it I will pay you back. “I’ll cut his face in half.”
Of course it’s a joke. It was something I didn’t mean to say and was only half teasing.
“He is.”
Acea caught the joke with her finger. He pointed at Encred.
Encred has yet to tell her what she did to block his path.
“Captain?”
Is Encred’s skill good enough to beat Acia like that? It’s not?
Rem’s gaze turned to Encred.
“Pick up the axe. “I will give you a chance at revenge for Lady.”
Encred said.
“Who’s Lady?”
Acea’s words interrupted in the middle, but Rem knew how to keep the rhythm.
“That’s right. It’s not even a problem to smash one’s face with a bad wrist. Are your ribs completely healed?”
It wasn’t all cured.
I thought about it yesterday too, but Rem’s willingness to talk has increased significantly. It was a huge development. And Rem was also surprised once again by the short sparring.
“Again?”
It’s something I’ve seen often. Rapid development, a sword that changes in just one day, should we call it talent?
No, it’s like a person who spends a different time alone.
It is a sculptural sword that has been carved and carved one by one. It was a sword like a tower made by stacking it up.
“Aren’t you going to live another day alone?”
Sometimes Encred found Rem’s instincts surprising.
From my dream this morning until now.
“answer.”
Encred answered with nothing. He wouldn’t believe it anyway.
fantasy,
