442. What is a knight?
After filling his stomach with crumbled bread, mulberry soup, salted meat, and watery cookies mixed with grain powder, Encred did as he had decided.
“Phew! I’m dying!”
Dunbakhel resisted, but there was no way. Encred threw her head into the bathtub. Her head popped out of the bathtub and her water droplets splashed everywhere.
“No, I washed it ten days ago!”
Dunbakel rebelled.
If it means washing your face with water droplets, then yes, it wouldn’t be wrong.
“You could put Rem in the same bathtub.”
“I’ll wash by myself.”
While Dunbakel, who had given up, was washing alone, Encred asked to get water from another bathtub.
“I’ll wipe your back.”
Ruagarnet was kind.
“done.”
Encred refused. As I was soaking in the warm water, the fatigue I had suffered from coming here seemed to melt away.
I seemed to have forgotten something, but it couldn’t have been important.
After thinking about what to do and thinking about the knight Oara, I felt drowsy for a while. She didn’t have to hold back so she closed her eyes.
Encred fell asleep, leaning his neck against the wooden bathtub.
“You’ve come to a fun place.”
Swaying.
A purple lamp along with the river blocked my eyes. The face of the shadow wearing a black hood became blurry, and soon, eyes, nose, and mouth began to appear one by one.
He had skin like a heap of gray stones, unfocused eyes that showed no emotion, he was a boatman.
“Is something ominous approaching?”
Encred asked.
The boatman apparently took no action.
But if he were human, if he were, he would be clenching his molars and clenching his fists right now.
If it had gone any further, I might have punched that little brat in the face without even realizing it.
Purple veins appeared on the hand holding the oar.
“is not it.”
Encred tilted his head.
The boatman caught the opposite sex who was about to fly away.
It was my first time since driving a boat. I have never felt so emotionally fluctuated.
All this time, I only felt some kind of low pleasure from laughing at and despising my opponents.
I felt something different now.
In some ways, this too could have been a positive emotional change.
Haven’t you lived your life forgetting that you can get angry?
The boatman thought rationally and suppressed his feelings.
“If you don’t know, that’s okay.”
Encred had no ill will towards him. In his view, the ferryman was some kind of divine being.
Therefore, I only expressed my honest feelings.
I was looking forward to it, but I couldn’t help it if it wasn’t there.
The boatman was able to speak calmly because his tone and attitude clearly showed that.
“Get out of there, you crazy bastard.”
Since I have come to the magic world, I will bless your day.
Perhaps I will regret it only after I face the cruelest day of my life.
The boatman was unable to utter any of the mocking words he had prepared.
* * *
Nothing would change just because ominousness did not approach.
Encrid adapted on his own from the next day.
“Good morning.”
As I greeted the soldier who was either Rowena’s boyfriend or a customer cleaning up the restaurant, the soldier looked up.
Dunbakel, whose fur had changed from gray to white thanks to washing the day before, followed behind and spoke to the soldier.
“Hello, beggar soldier.”
The title was novel.
“… … Why am I a beggar soldier?”
“I saw you ask for a discount because you don’t have a crona, in that alley.”
Dunbakel made a motion of shaking his waist.
The soldier blushed. It was a very embarrassing thing to do. Even the act of raising his hand because he couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I am also a squad leader.”
said the soldier. Encrid passed by, asking, and Dunbakeel followed behind him without even pretending to hear.
“Aren’t there any roasted larvae?”
The soldier shook his head in response to Proc’s subsequent question.
“There is no such thing.”
“Okay, work hard. “He’s a soldier with a healthy lower body.”
After the three left, the soldier spoke bitterly.
“… … I’m a sergeant too, you guys.”
However, the reality was that if the contribution was insufficient, at least food had to be delivered from the restaurant.
This time, it was because I was too pushy about getting Crona.
But it’s not something you’ll regret.
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The soldier kept his mouth shut.
Encred came out and sat down in a random vacant lot.
One city was a huge barracks, with wooden scarecrows here and there.
Although houses were built sparsely, there were many vacant lots, and anywhere could be used as a training ground.
I washed up well and rested well yesterday. I no longer have any aftereffects.
“It’s a strong body. “It’s great.”
Luagarne praised. Every day, looking at the sun that greeted us, we repeated the same training dozens, hundreds, thousands of times.
The technique of isolation was a way to train the body to the limit of what it could physically do.
Encred did the same today.
Even if the ominous weather had come, it wouldn’t have changed, but since it hadn’t come, I would have just done what I usually did.
It was training.
Move your body and swing your sword.
Ruagarne drew his sword. Frock, who held a tee ring and a loop sword, was an opponent that should not be underestimated.
As I was warming up with some simple exercises, the damp sun broke through the clouds and poured out its rays.
Centered around the light, Encred utilized the steps he had learned, drawing lines with his sword and shaking Luagarne’s balance with suggestion and restraint.
He appeared to be going to hit the right side, but then showed a stab aimed at the left shoulder.
I wrote down the steps I learned from Luagarne.
It is an action of putting the center of gravity on the left foot and stabbing with the sword held in the left hand.
It was similar to what a nervous soldier would do. It was a frog’s walk.
It was a technique inspired by the movement of the body stiffening and the legs and arms moving together.
Since I have been constantly writing with my left hand and using it here and there, I have become able to move more accurately than before.
All of that came together to make this movement possible.
“good night!”
Ruagarne shouted excitedly. Although her fighting instincts were not strong, she sometimes got excited without even realizing it when dealing with En Creed.
After sweating so much.
“When someone disappears, isn’t that what you have to do to find them?”
A gray-haired barbarian approached the clearing.
“… … ah.”
Encred now knew what he had forgotten in the bathtub yesterday. It was Rem.
“Where have you been?”
“Are you curious?”
“no.”
I thought he had gone hunting on his own. Looking at the leaves of grass and dirt, it was clear that he had been wandering around.
There was also a subtle smell of charcoal there.
It looked like something had been burning all night.
There was also a heavy bag that seemed to have been filled with stones. Some stones were visible through the entrance of the pocket.
Rem was looking around the city when he found a decent whetstone, and he set out to find it himself after being told that he couldn’t get it without a contribution. It was a natural whetstone.
This was the kind that would become harder when roasted. This was what was needed to sharpen a Levis steel axe.
Get some whetstones and look around. I went back to the blacksmith shop and started baking, so I stayed up all night.
“Anyway, let’s get some sleep.”
Fatigue builds up, so you need to rest when it’s time to rest.
Whether it was the Thousand Brick or the middle of the demon world, Rem was not a human being influenced by his surroundings.
He did as he was told.
Encrido also thought so and just focused on training.
As I was swinging my sword for a while, a voice interrupted me.
“You said you were going to become a knight?”
When did you come, it was the knight Oara.
He was squatting on a tree stump that had been cut down next to a clearing, with his elbows resting on his knees and his arms hanging down.
Oara was holding a plum in her hand and her mouth was watering.
With a slurping sound, I saw purple liquid on her lips. A drop of juice ran down her lips.
When I looked under the sunlight, I saw that she had brown hair.
Her moderately curled hair was pleasantly wavy, and she had a neat cloth wrapped around her forehead.
The eyes were round and the gaze was clear.
It seemed like he had already sobered up. Oh Ara bit her mouth and spat out the seed. A seed stuck in the ground similar to the color of her hair.
“Yes, I intend to do that.”
Encred answered.
“Yes.”
Oara nodded and said nothing. She just watched.
Encred finished what he was doing.
Oara seemed to watch for a moment, then quickly got up and broke a branch from a tall tree between the houses.
Then he hit the broken branch with the blade of his hand. The leaves fell off with a thud.
Oara took out a knife and trimmed the branch appropriately.
“I need to be nervous.”
Ruagarne, who was watching, said.
That was the moment when Oara, who had been showing her back, turned around holding the trimmed branches.
Bam!
Dunbakhel kicked the ground and retreated more than five steps. Transforming into her white lion form, she bared her fangs and lowered her stance.
I put my hands on the ground and raised my head up in a low posture, almost touching my chin.
It was a show of caution.
It was an ignorant feeling of intimidation.
In most cases, the knight’s intimidation felt like a large stone was pressing down on one’s shoulders, but Oara went further than that.
Her intimidation was like iron shackles. No, it is an intimidating force that feels like being hit with a piece of metal.
It seemed like it wasn’t ‘If you move, you’ll get hit’, but ‘Let’s get started by getting hit once before we move’.
“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve done this to people, so I’m not very good at controlling myself.”
she said, stepping away. Lifting her branches, she stood opposite En Creed.
Encrid heard Aker.
Originally, it shouldn’t have been easy to move.
Oara’s pressure was limited to a certain area, exactly five paces radially from the direction she was looking, and within this space, it gave off a pressure that was different from the usual pressure.
It would be natural for a sub-journalist to stutter.
But Encred showed his fighting spirit by simply holding his sword and taking a stance.
The moment he felt an invisible lump of iron hitting him, the will of rejection was activated within Encred’s body.
Will offset will.
Therefore, coercion was meaningless.
Although it wasn’t Encred’s intention, Oara became interested.
‘You’re not even a knight, can you shake off my intimidation?’
Should we consider it as having an unusual means of defense?
It looked like a seven-year-old boy holding a shield made of brass.
A kid who isn’t even a giant should not be able to lift a heavy shield, but Encred somehow managed to block it with his shield. He knocked it away. That was impressive.
The corners of Aura’s mouth went up. She spoke with a faint smile.
“It’s a good sword.”
“It is the royal treasure.”
“They said he was a hero of the civil war. “I’ll give you one too, shamelessly.”
“Do you know His Majesty?”
“I don’t know. “I’ve never seen it before.”
Oara had no involvement in anything, whether it was the civil war or what was happening within the royal family.
My job is to guard this place.
Because that’s a promise I made to myself.
“Do you want to play?”
She asked. It was a seductive voice. She seemed like an attractive person inviting me to bed in the middle of the night.
Encrid succumbed to temptation.
I took off without saying a word. I didn’t try to trick anyone.
I focused on straight lines, dots and dots, and put everything into connecting the lines.
A check to gauge the opponent’s skills? There was no need for that. The opponent was a knight.
So I had to show my best.
The heart of monstrous strength is beating.
Concentrating on one point made time feel like it was stretching out.
I felt pressure all over my body, as if I was stuck in a swamp.
Encred withstood the pressure and threw down his sword.
Dunbakel, who was watching from the side, opened his eyes wide. Without realizing it, he put strength into his fingernails and cracked a stone stuck in the ground.
She also saw the skills she just showed. She had been hurt too.
Did you say it was a giant’s strike?
But what she was showing now was something she had neither experienced nor seen.
Encred threw his entire body into the technique, one swing of the sword.
The muscles of the entire body trained through isolation techniques were unleashed.
It was as if someone had grabbed hold of time and stretched it left and right.
In that timeline, Encred alone stepped forward and struck down his sword.
A beam of light cutting through the sun fell on the knight’s head.
widely.
And then a vain sound rang out.
“It took too much force.”
Encred stopped in his sword-swinging stance. A branch of Oara rested on his wrist.
Encred moved, turning his left foot to the side.
The blade drew a new trajectory.
Oara took off the branch and put it back on, then struck her wrist again.
She saw that the knight, roughly speaking, would knock the sword out of Encred’s hand.
However, just because a knight was not perfect in every way.
Exactly!
The force on the branch could have broken an ordinary person’s wrist, but Encred withstood it.
The muscles that had been trained for a long time now had a different quality of hardness, and Encrud, who had learned countless times how to hit well from Audin, applied force at the moment of the hit and pulled his hand to distract the hitter.
He then swung the sword he had been stretching out behind him.
The muscles moved around the right foot, transmitting power to the blade. The sword stretched out and glowed like a white lightning bolt.
Oara put down a branch. As soon as I realized I had failed, I grabbed my sidearm and pulled it out.
earth!
Acher’s blade was blocked.
Oara looked at Encred beyond the short sword held at an angle.
Shining blue eyes met brown eyes and black hair.
Even though the blade faced the blade, neither side was pushed or pushed away.
It was because the force was applied exactly to the center of the impact and stopped.
It was a feat performed by Oh Ara. She held onto Encred’s sword with as much force as she needed. Holding a blade was a skill.
“You’re hitting a little.”
Oara said.
I was sincere.
At this level, it would be fair to say that he was on par with the two knights he had personally raised.
No, but if you just look at the fighting spirit, do you think he’ll fight better?
I don’t know. Because all fights are something you have to experience to know.
But now I knew it without even trying it.
I tried to finish him off with a tree branch, but he pulled out his sword.
Is it because I couldn’t properly gauge my opponent’s skills?
Oh Ara made two mistakes, and she recognizes them now.
‘It’s been a long time since I’ve dealt with people.’
The sparring itself was rare.
This was the first error.
second is.
‘I didn’t underestimate it.’
What can I say, Encred was tough.
If it was a well-made steel sword made by an ordinary knight, this one seemed to have been made with an absurd amount of care, by gathering scrap metal and melting it down.
Hence the prediction failure.
He was not a neatly trained man, but a novice who had crawled up from the bottom.
Since we recognized it, it was natural to respond differently.
“If you can’t stop it, it hurts.”
Oaraga Encrid said, pushing away the sword.
Encred tried to engage in close combat by pulling the blocked sword, but was pushed back. He had great pushing power.
“What is a knight?”
Oara asked, lowering the arm holding the short sword.
Instead of answering, Encred took up his position again.
“These are the people who embody the intangible power of will into reality.”
It was a very realistic definition.
If you look at it without romance, it was correct.
Because I can’t talk about articles without mentioning Will.
And Oh Ara did justice to the article I was talking about.
fantasy,
