A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

“Well, are you the only one who’s busy?”

Encrid blinked twice as he stared at the Dwarf.

There was a discrepancy between the situation he perceived and the present reality.

Encrid checked the state of his body.

He felt as hungry as if he hadn’t eaten for days, and his muscles trembled as if they had been overworked.

His vision was blurry too.

The problem with his eyesight was due to fatigue.

Not just ordinary fatigue, but the kind that felt like he had been climbing a mountain for days without sleep or food.

His body felt heavy.

The extreme exhaustion made his entire body feel weak, to the point where he couldn’t muster any strength in his hands.

His body was trained to wield a sword for two days straight without sleep, so being in this state was inexplicable.

“How long has it been?”

Encrid spoke as he clenched and unclenched his fist.

The strain on his body was evident.

“……You’re as shameless as an Fairy.”

The Dwarf Girl spoke with an incredulous smile.

Encrid didn’t need to hear an answer from the Dwarf.

He could see Rem and Ragna behind her.

Rem, who was picking his ear, spoke first.

“It’s been a little over three days. Are you thrilled?”

“Did you enjoy it?”

This question came from Ragna, who was watching with his arms crossed.

Without taking a breath, both of them asked, and Encrid once again reflected on his state.

So, what had happened?

The time that had passed like a dream lingered in his mind.

Every moment, every step was an enlightenment.

At the end of those steps, Encrid was absorbed and immersed.

He achieved his goal and reached his destination.

‘I created a Sword Technique.’

He had created one.

Although he couldn’t properly name it yet or define it clearly, what was certain was that he had created a Fluid Sword Technique.

Sword masters usually refine the techniques they’ve learned over their lifetime and pass them down.

Even those with deep knowledge in swordsmanship only manage to refine it.

Encrid created one.

Thump.

His heart pounded with excitement. Despite the exhaustion, the thought of mastering and refining what he had created brought a smile of joy to his face. ℞ΆＮŏＢЕṦ

“Are you smiling? Have you lost your mind a bit?”

“I was planning to get treatment at the temple in the large territory anyway, Dwarf Girl.”

As the Dwarf Girl twirled her finger by her ear, Rem spoke.

Encrid, filled with joy and excitement, didn’t respond to Rem’s words.

“He seems absolutely thrilled.”

Rem sneered as he watched, but even that didn’t reach Encrid’s ears.

And Ragna, who had been observing Encrid, nodded alone.

“It was good.”

The Dwarf Girl was a wanderer who roamed the continent. She had seen the world for over ten years.

For her, this was a rare experience.

Regardless of their talent and disposition, those like Encrid were purely crazy.

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The Dwarf had come the day before he woke up and had been kept away until then.

After seeing him wake up, she had brought him over despite his constant complaints.

“Then just leave the weapon here and go?”

Even as she said this, the Dwarf shook her head.

“I have to see the faces of those who will use the weapons I made. That’s my rule.”

The Dwarf Girl had a strict rule of personally handing over and conversing with those she made weapons for.

Dwarves sometimes adhered to their own rules almost obsessively, and this was one such rule.

Despite complaining about wasting time, this was the reason she stayed.

In any case, the Dwarf’s complaints soon subsided.

“I see.”

Encrid ignored the fatigue and showed an attentive attitude as he listened to the Dwarf.

The rest of the company members either loitered around, didn’t listen, preached about the Gods, or outright ignored him.

Krais was the only one who could somewhat hold a conversation, but he was so busy that it was hard to see him.

In such circumstances, Encrid’s attentive demeanor was enough to melt the Dwarf Girl’s heart.

From the beginning, Encrid had the best attitude and mindset on the continent when it came to listening.

This attitude quickly softened the Dwarf’s heart. It also helped that her personality was far from petty.

“Well, it’s a relief that you’re mad in a good way.”

The Dwarf commented and handed over the weapons to Encrid.

The order was for two swords and two axes.

They were well-placed on a wide piece of leather. She picked up one and spoke.

“To be honest, smithing isn’t my specialty. My specialty lies elsewhere. But this is still better than what those amateurs make.”

The Dwarf, whose name was unknown, said, and Encrid acknowledged her words.

The Dwarf handed over the weapon, which was sheathed in a leather scabbard.

She handed it over with the handle forward, so he grabbed it.

The weapon had considerable weight.

The blade wasn’t long, but it was thick.

It was as thick as the guard sword he was using now. Its length was a bit longer than a shortsword.

It was a modified form of a gladius.

When he drew the sword from its scabbard, the blade smoothly revealed itself.

The silver body continued in a soft streamline.

“It’s well made.”

Rem, who was watching, said.

That was exactly right. If it were a woman, it would be a beauty, if a man, a handsome one.

It was similar yet different from the blades used by the Fairy Company Commander.

It had heft and looked sturdy at a glance.

“Since you have a decent sword already, I thought this would be suitable as a secondary weapon.”

The Dwarf said, gesturing to the original sword at Encrid’s waist.

She had made it on her own without being asked, but she was right.

The original sword he had was also a fine blade. It was impressive that she recognized it without even seeing it.

He wondered if that was just a Dwarf thing, and soon his idle thoughts disappeared.

Encrid stood in the training ground without rest and swung the new sword a few times.

What pleased him the most was the balance.

It felt perfectly balanced about two fingers up from the hilt.

It seemed like it would be an excellent weapon even when thrown in the Tangum style.

“Throw it, slash with it, block, and strike with it. I made it sturdy for any use.”

The Dwarf’s explanation matched his impression.

The feel of slashing and throwing both felt good in his hand.

Especially the sharp tip and the long upper part of the blade made it look ideal for thrusting.

Encrid threw the sword up and caught it after it spun a few times.

Indeed, the balance was excellent.

He firmly grasped the hilt, swung it lightly in the air a few times, and his movements were noticeably smoother than before.

His swordplay had gained a new fluidity after breaking out of his shell.

Of course, few noticed this change.

With the sword in hand, Encrid nodded.

It was a nod of satisfaction.

And the Dwarf, who was watching, was quietly impressed.

‘Look at this?’

Someone had refined and polished this stone. It was a transformation. Could such changes happen in such a short time?

‘He’s no ordinary talent.’

The Dwarf misunderstood. It was understandable. The truth was that countless efforts had accumulated, and it happened to coincide with the present by chance.

From the Dwarf’s perspective, Encrid was just a bundle of talent.

“Aren’t you going to give me mine?”

Rem urged from behind, and the Dwarf threw the axes. She threw both simultaneously, and Rem caught the handles of both axes perfectly.

Naturally, the axes were excellent.

Even Rem, with his bad temper, said:

“…Good thing I didn’t turn that Dwarf into a stuffed trophy back then.”

Which made the Dwarf Girl burst out laughing.

What was so funny about that remark? It made one question the Dwarf’s mental state.

Rem examined the two axes. He looked them over carefully, again and again.

One of the axes had a sharp weight attached to the end, which could be used like a weapon that strikes with the handle.

The other one was supposedly made by melting down the entire glaive used by a centaur leader and using all that metal to forge the axe.

“It’s heavy. So I like it.”

Rem’s honest assessment. Naturally, everyone was satisfied.

Lastly, Ragna, who received a sword, spoke to the Dwarf.

“It’s good.”

He received a Northern-style Zweihander.

A two-handed sword, wielded with both hands, with a blade thickness twice that of others, and a large pommel and handle.

“I finished it in the Northern style.”

The Dwarf said with a smile.

Though she claimed not to be a master or a specialist in smithing, perhaps it was a characteristic of her race.

She showed a satisfied smile as she saw the others content with the weapons.

“Alright, this wraps it up. If we get the chance, let’s meet again.”

The Dwarf Girl spoke cheerfully, then turned and looked at Krais one last time. Krais, who had come out at some point, was watching those who received weapons and was now staring blankly at the Dwarf Girl.

“Hey, human kid.”

Judging by appearances, she was the kid, but her manner of speaking and the title suited her well.

“Yes?”

“If you become a gem later, I’ll consider it.”

Krais, not understanding but nodding nonetheless, took it as a good sign that they would meet again.

With that, the Dwarf left.

After the Dwarf Girl left, Encrid became the center of attention.

“Are you feeling better? What kind of person ignores meals and just swings a sword?”

Krais asked.

“As you can see.”

His muscles were strained, but he wasn’t on the verge of collapsing. He was hungry, but not to the point of dying if he didn’t eat immediately.

Everyone in the company knew Encrid had seized some opportunity to grow.

However, no one brought it up directly.

The only ones who spoke were Rem and Ragna when he first regained his senses.

From what they heard, he had been so immersed that he couldn’t see or hear anything around him, and they had taken turns guarding and driving away anyone who approached.

Later, Torres said,

“It was like trying to meet someone more elusive than the King.”

So they said.

Anyway, after the Dwarf left, Encrid slept for a whole day.

He woke up, ate, and then went back to sleep.

What he thought was a short nap turned out to be three days, during which he had been swinging his sword throughout the entire time of immersion.

Sometimes fast and strong.

Other times slow, like a turtle in the sea.

However, there was no rest.

Naturally, his muscles were strained, but wasn’t his body trained with the Isolation Technique?

After sleeping deeply for a day, he was fine.

After waking up from his immersion, Encrid rested, ate, slept, and sorted out his realizations.

It wasn’t until late afternoon the next day that he spoke.

“Rem.”

Rem was sitting in one corner of the quarters, stroking his axe. He had been bothering Dunbachel out of boredom for a few days.

He was starting to feel bored.

“I’ve been waiting.”

Rem jumped up eagerly at the welcome call.

He had applied oil to his axes, making them shine.

It was time for a spar.

The result was that Encrid couldn’t win.

No, he lost more easily than before.

“Again.”

He repeatedly aimed his sword at the axe blades, trying the same technique several times, but never succeeded easily.

A few times he half-succeeded, but it wasn’t satisfactory.

So he kept being pushed back. But what did it matter? More important than winning or losing the spar was getting accustomed to his newly created technique.

“Good.”

The sparring, which started before sunset, continued until they were drenched in sweat and ended after midnight.

A maid heating bathwater late at night complained but fell silent upon seeing Encrid’s body.

For some reason, Zimmer, who saw Ragna swinging his sword morning and evening, requested a spar.

Audin spent more time praying and seemed to have a softer expression than before.

Dunbachel, watching Encrid, started imitating the Isolation Technique without anyone asking her to.

“There are ways that suit your body. I’ll teach you a few.”

Seeing this, Audin offered help.

Of course, Audin was helping, but Dunbachel seemed to be enduring torture.

Teresa also silently worked up a sweat.

She was busy honing her skills, swinging her shield and sword.

The mere fact that Encrid was in a state of immersion was another stimulus for them.

The wild horse spent its time watching humans. The soldiers had left a haystack for it as food.

Ordinary horses would relieve themselves anywhere, but this one was so clever that it dug a hole in the ground with its own hooves to do its business in a corner of the barracks.

The sight of it digging with its hooves was peculiar.

The stable master marveled at its strength.

“Sigh, it would be perfect if I could just put a bridle on it.”

This was said by the man responsible for Martai’s warhorse. Cavalry horses are the backbone of the cavalry.

He was a man who had raised such horses.

He truly felt regretful but didn’t try anything with the wild horse.

Whenever anyone approached recklessly, it exuded a fierce aura.

Encrid watched the wild horse thoughtfully.

‘Should I give it a name?’

It’s not unusual behavior, there are plenty of strange people around. Adding one more horse wouldn’t change much.

At the Border Guard, there was even a wizard who could transform from a panther into a human.

Encrid decided to postpone naming the horse.

For now, the wild horse seemed busy exploring everywhere.

Everything around it probably piqued its curiosity.

However, it never approached people.

Soldiers who saw its unique blue and red eyes said they felt chills for no reason.

It was due to the beast’s innate ferocity.

Time passed with what seemed like mad training and sparring.

On the third day after the Dwarf left, they also began to move.

It was the moment when Krais, who had been tirelessly exploring the territory’s market and meeting with the Lord, said it was time to leave.

“Let’s go back.”

It was time to return to their own territory.

Encrid led the way, and the Lord saw them off.

“I wish you good fortune.”

They departed at dawn, and by the time the sun rose, the territory was no longer visible behind them.

Krais guided the way.

They left their horses behind and traveled on foot.

Only the wild horse walked beside Encrid.

“Oh, it’s snowing.”

“Those demon bastards are at it again.”

As they walked, white powder began to fall from above. The white flakes fell on the ground and on the armor of the party, melting upon contact.

Fortunately, the wind didn’t blow fiercely, nor did it snow heavily. The small white grains only slightly limited their visibility.

The snow fell quietly and peacefully, not causing much discomfort.

As they entered a path flanked by two mounds while walking through the snow, they encountered some people blocking their way.

One of them was a familiar face.

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