A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

If you understand, then move. Act immediately.

“If you think of even the slightest clue, act on it right away. If you delay, you’ll lose it and miss the opportunity. What you’ve lost usually won’t remain yours. If you miss it, it’s gone. Even the smallest realization should be ingrained through action.”

He remembers it being a short lesson.

It was a swordsmanship training school just before entering the southern continent, and the instructor had brown skin.

Encrid did as he said. He got up immediately.

He had returned to the domain today, regardless of what he had done before or whether it was time to sleep or anything else.

None of that mattered to Encrid.

When he got up and went outside, the sun had already set.

The sleet had stopped, and the ground was muddy. The torch next to him was burning, illuminating the surroundings.

Whoosh.

The wild horse he had saved looked at Encrid.

Passing the horse without a word, Encrid started to move his body in front of the barracks.

‘What muscles are important when wielding a sword?’

The entire body is important. The forearm muscles of the arm will enhance gripping strength, and a strong waist will be the cornerstone for a centrifugal strike.

‘When cutting through flames.’

His thoughts continued, reaching the moment he cut through flames.

The manifestation of a spell through a Scroll.

It was a marvelous and mysterious thing, but the only reality before him was the fireball coming at him.

He recalled the movements from that time.

He swung his sword, making it perpendicular to the ground.

‘Back.’

In Encrid’s mind, the muscles of his body split and scattered.

He blended his senses into a single, intuitive sensory realm.

From then on, he observed his body, making it a continuous process of training.

Encrid mimicked chopping wood.

It was the movement needed now. At the same time, he observed the movement of his muscles.

It was the beginning of change. The foundation of progress. It was something that would become a cornerstone.

There were those watching from inside the barracks. It was the Madmen Platoon.

Dunbachel, drooling, slurped it back into her mouth and got up from her seat.

Perhaps imitating that would yield something?

“Please stop. Sister, you’ll harm your body.”

This time it was Audin who stopped her. He stepped forward to restrain her.

He thought how fascinating it was to see a person performing what seemed like lunatic antics under the moonlight.

‘How does this sinful man bring me such joy?’

Audin murmured to his master, his father, his God, and took a step.

What was Encrid trying to do now?

It was a process of finding joy on his own, not just doing what he was taught.

He was observing and identifying the lacking parts of his body, walking the path of new training.

How could he not be joyful watching that?

Even though he had taught the Isolation Technique to many, or even something inferior to it.

It was a realm no one had reached.

Finding people who enjoyed the process of teaching and learning the Isolation Technique was a very difficult task.

“Weight, balance, inhale deeply, and make your stomach full. If the center of your body is disturbed, it’s all useless, brother.”

Audin said, standing beside him. Encrid absorbed his words.

Yesterday’s technique and today’s technique would be very different.

Until now, it was habit and inertia, but from today onwards, he would row his boat to the right direction like a ferryman who found his course.

Audin laughed heartily as he taught, delighted by this.

So much that the soldiers passing by the barracks turned to look.

Their pupils trembled violently.

“What’s he doing?”

“They say he came back today?”

“Why is he holding a stone and dancing?”

“Is the Madmen Platoon called so not because they fight like mad but because they’re really mad?”

Such comments went around. It didn’t look normal to them.

Inside the quarters, Rem quietly pulled the door shut.

“The cold wind is coming in.”

Dunbachel regretted the closing door. She wanted to see more of what that human Encrid was doing.

“Hey, ignore it, don’t pretend to know. A person should go mad gracefully. Why is he doing that in the middle of the night? It’s embarrassing to watch.”

Rem’s words received no response. They were originally like that.

Dunbachel couldn’t resist and went outside. Rem didn’t particularly try to stop her.

In fact, he too had a lot on his mind.

“Damn.”

How could a person do that?

He went into battle and fought.

He didn’t get excited even after showing unbelievable strength.

He barely listened to the cheers of those he saved.

He didn’t covet even after seeing an enchanted spear.

He was indifferent to gold or jewels.

Then, he went into a trance, drooled, and ran outside to do that.

‘Is that normal?’

No. But that abnormal sight also stimulated Rem.

Just in time, the spear imbued with flames had come into his hands.

It was clearly a magical item.

Thus, it could be easily wielded.

The spear held some sort of lingering grudge, but Encrid erased it.

Rem reflected on what he left behind when he departed from his tribe.

One day, he would have to reclaim what was his.

As his thoughts continued, he began to digest the stimulation Encrid had given him.

Rem gripped the spear and delved into his world.

There are moments when physical training is important, but there are also moments when refining and manifesting what one originally has is crucial.

For Rem, it was the latter now.

And for Ragna, it was the former.

He, too, couldn’t take his eyes off Encrid. Even after Encrid left, he stared blankly at the door, and even after Rem closed the door, he remained the same.

It was the same when Audin went out, and when Dunbachel went out.

‘Is this what it feels like?’

To feel your blood boiling?

If blood actually boiled, a person would die.

However, it felt like that.

In the room that felt wide but narrow, he sat on the bed with his buttocks perched.

Ragna felt the sensation of his blood boiling. His pounding heart told him.

To go out immediately and wield his sword.

But he did not.

The training sword custom-made at the Border Guard was pathetic.

‘Strength.’

Ragna was a genius, and he had long since realized his own shortcomings.

He had already understood the methods of training, but he needed the help of tools.

Originally, he wouldn’t have needed such things.

‘Look at that man.’

He wanted to show the world a person like Encrid.

How could one not be disturbed seeing that?

That’s why impatience crept into the relaxed genius.

It’s a strong impression that made him walk a path he didn’t want to take.

Thus, Ragna wanted to create his own tool.

Wouldn’t a dwarven blacksmith be able to create what he desired?

Ragna longed and hoped.

To go further.

This was an extreme stimulant that went beyond a mere desire to wield a sword.

It felt like handling poisonous mushrooms or drugs that shouldn’t be consumed.

His heart and head shook and heated up, beyond his own will.

The ones stimulated were not just three.

Teresa’s eyes were continuously shaking inside her mask.

What makes that man move like that?

The answer was within her.

‘The joy of fighting.’

The instinct for combat, the blood of the Giant, stirred. Teresa also burst out the door.

It seemed impossible to sleep without sparring with that man immediately.

It would be an untimely duel under the moonlight, but would that matter? No, it wouldn’t.

Teresa burst out the door.

‘Why is she doing that?’

Krais, who was examining jewels and various items, looked up.

Anyway, none of them are normal.

Outside the open door, Encrid and Audin, and next to them, Dunbachel, were visible.

Dunbachel stopped in a half-squatting position after hearing a few words from Audin.

If she shook even a little, Audin would laugh and grab her shoulder with his palm.

“It hurts!”

Dunbachel said. Pain is suffering, and suffering has the immediate power to make one speak.

“It’s meant to hurt. Sister, correct your posture.”

Audin’s voice was heard.

Then Teresa mumbled something beside him.

It was not audible. A few soldiers nearby glanced and watched, and the wild horse watched indifferently.

Krais felt some concern but ignored it.

What he held in his hand now was a high-priced ruby nicknamed Red Flame.

‘If I sell this properly, it’ll be worth more than hundreds of gold coins.’

Was it some explorer’s tomb? And they said there are more tombs like this on the continent?

Should I switch to being a treasure hunter?

‘No.’

That’s something you shouldn’t do even if you have extra lives.

No matter how skilled a swordsman is, stepping on a single wrong trap would immediately lead to knocking on heaven’s door or swimming in hell’s river.

‘It’s better to stay here.’

Encrid is a source of upheaval.

Sticking close to that Commander might lead to finding more tombs, but there will be more events like this.

For now, isn’t the Border Guard Guild providing stable income?

He wanted to live buried in gold coins.

Krais, his eyes turned to gold coins, looked outside and spoke to Jaxon next to him.

“Anyway, everyone’s strange here, right?”

He said, not realizing he was talking about himself. Normally, Jaxon would have ignored or disregarded such a flowing question.

“Is that so?”

But an answer came back.

‘Why is this guy acting like this?’

Krais turned his eyes to Jaxon.

A similar flame burned in Jaxon’s eyes.

Cold yet hot?

Well, it felt something like that.

Jaxon was also stimulated.

“What do you seek in the technique meant for killing?”

It was a question his master had asked. Why did he ask that then?

“You enjoy it too much. I don’t know if this is something I should be doing. Well, it’s not really my business.”

The master’s words resurfaced. He was broken in many ways, but there was no lie in his words.

Jaxon himself found joy in learning the techniques.

Training in the art of killing was also enjoyable.

After engraving the master’s words and his past experiences, goals, and objectives into his heart, he had forgotten that joy.

It wasn’t needed.

But now, someone was fiercely pulling up a desire he had buried deep in his heart.

‘Ah.’

Jaxon’s heart pounded as it did when he first held a sword.

Desire and ambition combined to create a stimulant that made him want to swing his sword.

What if he honed his sensory skills even more?

He wanted to review and train every technique once more to progress further.

The desire for growth surged within him.

All of this happened because Encrid ran out under the moonlight.

Although it all happened internally, it was a moment that clearly showed a change.

“Anyway.”

Krais shook his head and focused on his own work.

Thus, the night of stimulation passed, and Encrid woke up early the next day as well.

In the past, he enjoyed using the Isolation Technique, but now he was so thrilled with training it that he was obsessed.

Just moving his body felt like a special stimulant.

After finishing his morning training, the Lord invited them to a meal.

“Let’s go fill our stomachs.”

Encrid took everyone along.

“I have to thank you again, but what was that last night? Why were you doing that under the moonlight?”

Even the Lord, who knew Encrid, had to ask about the special night.

“It was a good night for training.”

Encrid answered roughly. Detailed explanations would be pointless as they wouldn’t understand.

Someone like him couldn’t afford to miss even the smallest clue.

That’s how he set his life’s direction.

His dream was now within reach.

How could he explain all of that?

“Alright, fine.”

The Lord gave up trying to understand.

The breakfast was a feast.

Well-roasted lamb, marinated pork ribs, catfish stew, butter and cheese, milk and wine mixed with water, and clear water beside it.

The highlight was the bread.

Its white, soft interior truly justified Martai’s reputation as the land of bread.

“This is amazing.”

Even Rem was impressed by the meal.

“The blonde?”

The lord asked.

“He’s a person who loves to sleep in the morning.”

Krais answered on behalf of Ragna. Encrid didn’t care, and the Lord let it go.

After all, they were all madmen.

It wasn’t unusual for them to ignore a call from someone like the Lord.

Resting well and eating well were also important. Encrid ate and drank without rest.

Their comrades did the same.

“They eat well.”

The Lord expressed his gratitude to those who fought for his domain.

Since taking over the domain from the former Guard Commander, he had gained a certain weightiness in his demeanor.

“Are you leaving this afternoon?”

“No, we’ll stay a bit longer.”

When Encrid mentioned that he planned to commission something from the dwarf, the Lord nodded and said,

“The townspeople might be a bit rough. But I hope you’ll manage.”

What did he mean by that?

With catfish meat in his mouth, Encrid casually nodded.

After finishing their meal, they moved their bodies again for a while.

The effects of the previous night’s stimulation lingered.

They headed to the domain’s market only after washing off their sweat.

Krais led the way.

“I’ve already familiarized myself with the paths.”

It was Krais’s habit to scout out escape routes and the surrounding environment.

The first place they reached in the market was a small tavern.

Martai’s market was bustling, but the streets were narrow and crowded.

There were newly built houses here and there, and buildings with round roofs, which were temples.

Seeing this, Rem cautiously suggested, “Why don’t you check it out, Commander?” but Encrid ignored him.

Entering the tavern, Krais said,

“The bread here is a delicacy. They call it rusk? It’s sprinkled with sugar and butter, and it’s really good.”

He gave a thumbs up as he spoke, indicating its excellence.

It was bread that wasn’t part of the morning feast.

As Krais had said, it was excellent.

It wasn’t soft, it was hard, made by baking the bread twice.

Wouldn’t that almost burn it?

Anyway, as long as it tasted good.

They had rusk and slow-cooked duck for lunch.

It seemed like they were only focused on moving, eating, and drinking.

After lunch, they planned to visit the dwarf.

While they were in the midst of eating, someone kicked the tavern door open and walked in.

“What are you looking at? Give me a plate of bread.”

Then he sat down, glaring at Encrid.

From the way he opened his eyes and his demeanor, it was clear to anyone that he was looking for trouble.

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