Eternally Regressing Knight-Chapter 580 - If I stand on his side, wouldn’t that be enough?

Chapter 580 - 580 - If I stand on his side, wouldn't that be enough?

Chapter 580 - If I stand on his side, wouldn't that be enough?

"If you do that, the person will find you. When that happens, just mention my name,Audin Fumrei, and ask them for help."

The girl had awakened her divinity.

If left alone, she would be pursued by the church for the rest of her life.

Though her exceptional abilities might keep her from being caught easily, it would be better to hide her properly than to have her chased forever.

Moreover, she would need to learn how to control the awakened divinity before she fainted again.

Audin knew the right person for such a task.

"Who is it?"

Audin had mentioned his father, but no such person existed.

Curious, Enkrid asked, and Audin replied,

"My foster father, who is rumored to have died."

The one who raised Audin was a figure who had once risen to the rank of Pope of the God of War's church.

Though he claimed to be blind, he was said to have the ability to glimpse the future.

Audin was well aware of his foster father's true nature.

The man could barely distinguish things close to him due to poor eyesight, but he was not blind.

However, he frequently pretended to be, as it gave him an advantage when others underestimated him.

His poor eyesight was reportedly a result of reading books by candlelight as a child.

He was branded a heretic and faked his death by enduring a public stoning.

But the place where he was "stoned" was a corner of the city of Legion, where he was born and raised—coincidentally, the same city where his own father had grown up.

"Do you have the heart to take up God's shield?"

Audin could almost hear his father's voice.

His foster father was likely alive and well, thriving off his prophetic insights and divinity after faking his death.

Rescuing children shunned by the church and fugitives branded as heretics—such was his way.

Audin's foster father remained devoted to God and lived by his teachings.

He was known as the Abandoned Saint or the Ragged Saint, a figure who wandered the continent.

'I'm a bit late, aren't I?'

Audin spoke silently to his father.

He resolved to seek forgiveness when they met someday.

Even so, his father would not rebuke him or tell him he was late.

That was the kind of man he was.

He would simply say,

"Come, it's good to see you again."

Now that Audin had broken free from the shackles and stepped out of the prison of delusion with his own hands, he was ready.

From the side, Fildin's apparition watched him.

His gaze, initially sharp, soon softened into a warm smile.

"You should have done this sooner, shouldn't you? Why would I ever resent you? It wasn't like that. Can I make one request, though? Please don't allow them to create more children like me. You can do that, can't you?"

Was this Fildin speaking, or was it merely a figment of his exhausted mind?

Perhaps it was a divine revelation.

In truth, it didn't matter.

Audin had decided to act on his own will, just as Enkrid, his commander, would.

"I will make it so," Audin replied to the vision.

Though it was the first time he had spoken to it, his words carried a will strong enough to manifest a fragment of divine light, illuminating his form in the darkness.

The light seemed as though God Himself was cheering him on, and his will turned into divinity, radiating from his body.

Enkrid thought it was a sight to behold.

In the end, Enkrid took responsibility for the Saintess.

There was no mention of the girl in Overdier's prophecy, which meant she would be difficult to protect if taken along.

Without resting, Audin quickly departed with Overdier. Enkrid, carrying the unconscious Saintess, turned back.

"The child will need more rest before she awakens," Audin had said, and indeed, there was no sign of her waking.

"Then I'll seek out the Ragged Saint and contact Border Guard," Enkrid replied.

Bert also left, and the remaining group returned to the city. Naturally, Deutsch Pulman offered his place for them.

After soaking in a hot bath, Enkrid politely declined the maid's offer to scrub his back.

"But I can do it. I want to. I'm capable of it," the maid hesitated, repeating herself several times before Shinar intervened and pushed her aside.

"No need. That is my task," she said firmly.

"Is it true you're over 400 years old, Shinar? Your age..." Enkrid asked.

The fairy smiled—a rare expression—but curiously, only her mouth smiled, with no mirth in her eyes.

Enkrid recalled the saying that asking a lady her age was nearly a sin.

When had he heard that?

Perhaps during one of the parties he'd attended while escorting noblewomen.

"You can't even recognize a fairy's joke?" Shinar teased.

"That was supposed to be a joke?"

"Of course."

"Then how old are you, really?"

If the claim of 448 years wasn't a joke, even with the differences between fairy and human lifespans, wouldn't it be fair to call her a grandmother?

"Older women are always captivating," Shinar replied, sidestepping the question and walking away.

What was amusing, though, was that Shinar's words carried an energy, a will that made her conviction visible—declaring the allure of older women with such resolve.

'Quite a talent,' Enkrid thought.

Shinar was impressive, not just for her age but for her confidence, which made her seem genuinely charming.

As he pondered, he relaxed in the hot water.

The Saintess, meanwhile, was reportedly being bathed by several maids.

Later, at the dining table, Enkrid enjoyed a warm soup and tender, perfectly roasted pork.

"It melts in my mouth," he commented, prompting the attendant to relay his praise to the chef.

Enkrid's presence in this city was as renowned as it was in Border Guard.

"It's an honor that you're eating it," the chef said, stepping out briefly.

His attire—a white hat and matching clothes, accented by a purple cloth tied at the front—signified his status as a guild-recognized culinary expert.

Shinar dined nearby, savoring a dish of finely chopped greens and fruits, enhanced by crushed almonds, cashews, and a flavorful dressing. It was good enough for her to nod approvingly.

Deutsch assigned Enkrid and Shinar the finest guest room he had, ensuring they had a comfortable night's rest. The next morning, as they prepared to depart, Deutsch, ever the loyal comrade, saw them off with a word of assurance.

"Come back anytime."

Enkrid replied in kind, the weight of mutual respect evident in his voice.

"If you face any trouble, contact me through Border Guard. I'll do what I can to help."

Deutsch did not refuse Enkrid's offer.

To him, the simple fact that the so-called Unyielding Knight owed him a favor was more than enough satisfaction.

With that, Enkrid and Shinar boarded the carriage Deutsch had arranged for them.

"Let's head out," the coachman called.

As the carriage rocked gently along the road, passing through a meadow brimming with vibrant marigolds, Shinar, the unconscious saintess, began to stir.

***

Overdier, the son of a noble orchard owner, had crossed paths with countless individuals on his journey to his current station. Among them, there were only a handful he truly admired, regardless of morality or alignment.

Yet even among these, Enkrid was a singular experience.

People who remained steadfast in the face of threats and blades?

He had seen them before.

But someone so utterly consumed by madness?

Never.

The Madmen Knight Order—the name was no exaggeration.

"Unyielding."

That's the impression Enkrid left—a fortress, impervious to collapse under any circumstances.

Overdier questioned whether he had held back when facing him.

No, he hadn't.

Yet Enkrid showed no intention of retreating, his resolve unshaken.

Anyone witnessing such unflinching determination would be struck with awe.

He seemed like a man utterly devoid of fear—of death, failure, despair, or defeat.

"He's remarkable, that brother of yours," Overdier murmured, the words slipping out almost unconsciously.

Audin, walking alongside him along a serene forest path, answered with a nod.

"If you're speaking of our captain, yes. He certainly is."

The two men were making their way down a mountain trail, each moving with practiced ease.

Though Overdier bore his own injuries, walking at this pace was hardly a challenge.

Audin, as expected, showed no sign of fatigue.

As they trudged through fallen autumn leaves, Overdier broke the silence.

"When will you return?"

The question was direct, driven by Overdier's growing interest in Audin after witnessing his display of divine power.

Overdier was tempted to keep him nearby, perhaps even mold him into a successor.

But Audin's response was immediate, his conviction unshakable.

"Yes, I will return."

Overdier sighed inwardly.

He recognized that no offer or persuasion would sway Audin.

He briefly entertained the idea of deceiving or coercing him but dismissed it.

Forcing such a man against his will would yield nothing but resentment.

'Standing against Enkrid would be a mistake,' Overdier thought.

The idea of opposing the Unyielding Knight filled him with unease.

Though he could likely defeat him in combat, he had no desire to become his enemy.

There was a purity to Enkrid's fiery blue resolve that would have made him a perfect protégé in Overdier's mind if only circumstances were different.

'What if I could harness that madness?'

It was a tantalizing idea but one fraught with difficulties.

'Perhaps I could bring him into the fold?'

Overdier mused idly, envisioning ways to recruit Enkrid.

Marriage came to mind—a common tactic among both the militant and the prosperous orders.

The image of Shinar's ethereal beauty crossed his thoughts.

A saintess of extraordinary grace, even among the fair folk, she was a tempting candidate.

Yet even this plan seemed unlikely to succeed.

Enkrid was not a man easily swayed.

'Still, there's always another way,' Overdier thought with a grin.

If he couldn't bring Enkrid to his side, there was a simpler solution: join him instead.

It was a stark realization, but it made perfect sense.

If he aligned himself with Enkrid's ideals and goals, they would naturally end up on the same side.

As they walked on, Overdier decided to test the waters.

He turned to Audin, whose unwavering loyalty to Enkrid might offer insights into the man's character and purpose.

"Good," he said aloud, earning a curious glance from Audin.

"What's good? If you're plotting something underhanded, Brother, I'd suggest you drop it. At your age, it'd just seem desperate."

"Haha, nothing of the sort. Let's keep moving."

Audin's blunt words held no malice, and Overdeer took them in stride, laughing lightly.

Despite their differences, they held a measure of mutual respect.

Overdier saw in Audin the potential to reform the church, and Audin, in turn, found in Overdier a rare glimmer of purity within its ranks.

Their paths had crossed by chance, yet both recognized the gravity of their encounter.

Though they had no desire to clash, they were prepared to do so if necessary.

In time, their collaboration bore fruit, resulting in what the continent would later call the Reformation of the Church.

But that is a story for another day.

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