Eternally Regressing Knight-Chapter 511 - He Was That Kind of Person

Chapter 511 - He Was That Kind of Person

It was right after Enkrid had realized how to handle Will.

By leaving Will constantly open in the subconscious, his body trembled faintly.

At that exact moment, Enkrid realized that what he needed was rest.

More specifically, what was required was a slow, methodical process of building up, but that was essentially the same as rest.

The body, after all, had to be forced into a state of rest for now.

He had to calm Will, who was causing a ruckus, and tell it to settle down.

There was no way to stop the flood of the river caused by the cracks and holes in the dam.

The dam Enkrid had built until now was too fragile.

On the other hand, the floodwaters that came rushing were twisting, whipping, and pouring down from above and surging up from below.

It felt less like a river and more like a storm.

The scale was immense, and the internal nature was different as well.

'It's complicated.'

It was like a tangled knot inside his body, not a simple and straight line.

If he tried to gather it all together, his blood vessels would twist, and his internal organs would rupture.

Yet, nothing was wrong.

Like a child learning to walk, he now knew instinctively.

Forcing the body into rest was a part of that.

The easy method came to mind immediately.

Cutting, reducing, and discarding would work.

But if he didn't want to do that?

The vow he had made to himself still burned inside his chest like an unyielding flame.

A different approach was needed.

Omnipotence helped.

The belief that anything was possible brought various methods to mind.

Oara had told him to discard the complexity, and Ragna had said to start from the basics.

One day, Ragna had told him to eventually abandon the mercenary swordsman style of the Valen tradition.

It was all learned in the desperate effort to get this far.

Had a lot of things been wrong?

Probably not.

The shapeless power that filled his body, Will, seemed like it could destroy his internal organs, muscles, and bones and burst out at any moment.

So for now, he was barely holding it back.

He could endure for the time being.

He had learned enough tricks for that.

But he couldn't use it freely.

So what now?

If it was too much and chaotic, then he would organize it.

If it was tangled up, he would stack it up piece by piece.

The walls of the frontier villages he had seen in the past, the city of Rockfreed with its name recently, and the Thousand Stones' walls he had seen in between.

The towers rising between those walls, solid and firm towers.

Enkrid imagined a tower in his mind and began to stack Will inside his body.

Slowly, one by one, little by little, in a calm manner.

It became enjoyable as he went on.

Of course, it wasn't only fun.

There was also some regret.

'If I had more time, I could have carefully built it up.'

He didn't want to just hastily stack rough stones; he wanted to cut and shape them precisely and stack them neatly.

But to do that, even a year lying down wouldn't be enough.

More than that, he didn't even feel that it was the right way.

Cutting and trimming had to be done together with the body's training.

That was the feeling he had.

'Let's do that then.'

If there was regret, he could slowly find another way later and redo it.

It wasn't like he was actually building a tower; it was just a mental image.

Once he began stacking the stones in a calm manner, it would continue on its own during the week he would spend in deep sleep.

Will was meant to be handled this way.

At least, if he was to become a knight, it had to be done this way.

It shouldn't be forced; it should be laid out in the subconscious.

Even as he slept, a part of his consciousness remained awake, between dreams and subconsciousness.

"I told you to get rid of some, but now you've made it worse, fool."

A lighthearted ferryman appeared halfway through, engaging in conversation with him.

If this was between dreams and the subconscious, it seemed like the perfect space for a ferryman to wander.

His boat, like a leaf on a calm river, drifted slowly, almost as if it represented total peace.

The two sitting on a small bench on the boat seemed to share a kind of intimacy.

"No impatience at all?"

The boatman asked a question that pierced Enkrid's inner thoughts.

What Enkrid had desired was a delusion wrapped in vows, stars, and dreams.

Becoming a knight with his meager talent, living by the sword, and protecting everything behind him.

It might all have been nonsense.

Yet, he wasn't impatient.

Why?

Because he knew there was something more important than just becoming a knight.

He wanted to be a knight who could protect what was behind him.

He never just wanted to be a knight.

So there was no need to rush.

There was still a long path ahead of him.

Enkrid shook his head.

"How does it feel to walk a path that doesn't require anyone's permission or agreement?"

The boatman asked, and Enkrid glanced at him indifferently.

The boatman continued.

"Now, open your mouth. Stubborn fool."

"It's just as it is."

Enkrid responded casually, as if he would have spoken even without the ferryman prompting him.

No matter what, "It's just as it is" was his honest answer.

He believed that nothing had changed.

"I bless your stubbornness. At least for today, I will do so."

The ferryman spoke, and Enkrid opened his eyes.

The ferryman began rowing, and the boat moved faster.

Enkrid felt his mind start to fade.

It was time to wake up.

As the boat and river, the ferryman, and the purple glow disappeared below, Enkrid pondered various things.

Would the calculations be correct?

He had thought it would take about a week; would it turn out that way?

The instinctive feeling that had struck him like lightning just before closing his eyes after the realization.

When he opened his eyes again and returned to reality, he saw a pair of gray eyes staring at him.

"You slept like a log."

A barbarian, sitting with his legs spread, propping his chin with one hand and tapping an axe with the other.

"Since your eyes are open, listen up. You might think everything is possible, but it's not. Understand?"

"How long has it been?"

Instead of answering, Enkrid asked for confirmation.

"A week. But I was wondering if anyone actually sleeps this much during such a time."

By "such a time," he was referring to the moment of awakening as a knight.

Enkrid had just woken up, and after a few words, Rem considered it might happen naturally.

Maybe he would faint for several days?

Each awakening moment wasn't the same.

Rem himself had never experienced anything that dramatic.

He had gradually shifted his mindset while learning magic and performing rituals.

It was like being in a land without boundaries—he had already broken the barrier of limits without even realizing it.

The one with the divine power must have been different.

"If you've caught the laziness disease, that's serious."

Rem spoke without changing his posture.

From the side, Jaxen, arms crossed, looked down at Enkrid.

"Shut down your senses. That's the priority."

Enkrid stared at Jaxen.

Jaxen shook his head.

"Listen carefully."

It wasn't often that someone emphasized a point like that.

"You might feel like you can do anything, but that's not the case. You might think you could reach the East in a single step, but that's not how it works. There's a process to finding your way and walking down the path. You mustn't forget the things you need to do before reaching the conclusion."

Enkrid turned his head and glanced at Ragna.

He was barely poking his head out from under the covers. His hair was pressed down, giving it a strange look, like a new house.

"Mm."

The fact that he was yawning after speaking made it clear.

He was talking more than usual today, and honestly, it made Enkrid want to clap.

Though the example he gave about finding a path wasn't the most relatable.

"A child fetching water asked his father, 'Why do I have to carry the water?' The father answered, 'You need the water to drink and wash.' Commander, you must carry the water to drink and wash."

Audin was blocking the entrance to the barracks, preaching as if he were a village priest.

Of course, if Audin was a village priest, the village would also be a terrifying one, a place where even thieves wouldn't dare approach, with the ones that do being sent and awaiting their place near the gods.

Still, Enkrid understood perfectly. He remained an excellent listener.

"I'm fine."

Whether a knight or a hero, everyone feels the same during their awakening—an overwhelming sense of omnipotence.

The task was to distinguish what was possible from what wasn't.

Was everyone waiting for him to wake up to tell him this?

Or was it just a coincidence they met now?

"Are you awake? Don't overdo it. Fiancée."

Even Shinar had arrived.

A gentle warmth was felt right next to him, and when he looked, it was Esther, transformed into a leopard, her paw lightly brushing his hand.

"I'm fine."

Enkrid repeated the same words once more.

"Just saying you're fine doesn't mean you actually are."

It was Luagarne who spoke, standing beside Audin, with Teresa right next to him.

Was it just an illusion, or did it seem like they were all waiting for him to get up?

It couldn't have been just an illusion.

They must have been waiting for him to rise.

For a moment, the faces of everyone who had fallen flashed in his mind:

The aged Rem

The twisted face of Jaxen

Audin spitting blood

Shinar with her arm fading

Esther who had lost both her eyes

and Fel who had stabbed his own stomach

Those were the faces from the day before.

Enkrid slowly lifted his upper body, planting his feet firmly on the ground, and stood up.

He lowered his head and stretched his hand, clenching and unclenching it.

He was testing his body's condition.

It felt light.

He had never felt this light before.

That didn't mean he could wave his arms and fly through the air.

That was impossible.

However, he could walk, and after that, he could use the Isolation technique.

"Huh? You really are fine?" Rem, sitting, spoke up.

There was no trace of him being intoxicated by omnipotence, no signs of madness.

Though there was something strange, he seemed to be truly fine.

"I told you, I'm fine."

Enkrid said it again and walked out.

He felt fine, but it was different from before.

The sunlight that seeped into the barracks, the breeze that brushed against his cheek like a thin thread, the scent of the burnt wood that had turned to charcoal overnight, the feel of his shirt against his body—everything was clearer than before.

The wind felt like it could be grasped in his hand.

Of course, the wind couldn't be caught.

But he could walk with it.

He wasn't going to do it now, but it was something naturally learned.

Running like the wind, swinging a sword like the sunlight—these were things he could do with his body, with Will.

He walked outside, testing his movements.

He confirmed that he was up after a week.

Now, it was time for the next step.

'Is my body really in place?'

He was confident.

He could feel the omnipotence, but it was natural to want to confirm it.

Even though he had enjoyed the repetition of today to achieve what he longed for, confirming it was still necessary.

The time and experiences had led him to this point.

As he performed the Isolation technique to loosen up, Will naturally followed his movements.

He could acknowledge it, but he didn't need to look at it—it moved on its own.

"Knight."

Luagarne came outside and spoke.

The others followed.

"Really. No clumsy tricks or anything of the sort."

Rem spoke again.

When Enkrid had collapsed earlier, Will had erupted from him like an explosion.

Shinar, with the sensitivity of a fairy, was the first to sense Enkrid had crossed a threshold, but everyone realized it when they saw him moving on his feet again.

"It's really true."

Rem murmured.

When had that been?

Was it when he had asked to be shown the heart of a beast?

Rem had mocked him, calling it ridiculous.

He had really thought it was impossible.

But Enkrid had done it.

A man with humble talent and an ordinary body—he had always said that was just the condition.

A madman who had dreamed of becoming a knight.

And that madman had become a knight.

"Ha."

Enkrid took a deep breath and exhaled.

The day was nice.

The wind was cool, and the sunlight was warm.

As the morning dew dried, it felt like the day was destined to be a bright and beautiful one, as if the sky itself was saying so.

The ferryman had once said that his path needed no one's permission or approval.

That was exactly how it felt.

He had never set out on a path to seek permission or approval from anyone.

"Now, are you going to find all those who mocked you and give them a good punch to the head?"

Rem asked.

If he became a knight, what would he do?

Well, there were some debts to settle, so why not repay them?

There had been people who criticized him, who insulted and laughed at him.

Wouldn't they be so surprised they might even fall into a seizure?

It might be fun to watch.

"Really?"

Enkrid responded, twisting his wrist.

The sound of cracking filled the air.

His body had become quite stiff over the week.

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"Wouldn't that be understandable?"

Jaxen spoke, dropping the honorifics.

His words were sharp, as usual.

Resentments were meant to be repaid, as the master of the morning dew would say.

Back in the past, when he had begged to learn swordsmanship, everyone had laughed at him.

Yes, there had been such times.

Did that mean he should have given up, despair, cry, and curse the gods?

Enkrid hadn't, and that was why he was here now.

"Not really."

Enkrid shook his head, showing that he had no such intentions.

He was different in his judgment and his steps.

He wasn't a typical person.

"Then what will you do?"

Ragna, who had come out late, asked.

"Training."

Enkrid answered, clenching his left index finger with his right hand and pulling it back, stretching his muscles and tendons, causing them to stretch and relax.

He applied force, and the muscles gently stretched and loosened.

Was it true that when Will dwells in the body, it changes the body itself?

It seemed like it.

No, it was so.

"Training?"

"My body's stiff."

This was his current self, and this was the path he would walk, so that's what he would do.

Nothing special.

That was all.

Anyone could tell he was a person walking a different path.

But even so, it was impossible not to be surprised again.

He had become a knight.

That knight he had once cried out for.

And yet, he remained unchanged.

That was why everyone followed him.

'I can't beat him.'

Jaxen thought to himself.

If he had to face Enkrid, he could kill him, but he didn't feel like doing it.

That was the kind of person Enkrid was.