WE TRIED TRANSLATIONS

Translator: Hydrogen B

Editor: Abstract

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A KNIGHT WHO ETERNALLY REGRESSES

Chapter 300: Snow Fell in Heavy Flurries.

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"Yeah, he really threw a fit at the end."

A body tempered through spirit descent, and technique forged through long years of experience.
The Ageless Madman was no easy opponent.

Only after part of his skull cracked did he grab his spear and charge.
Blood streamed down him as he stubbornly closed the distance, forcing his way all the way into arm's reach.

"You bastard, me, me! Did you think I'd go down easy?!"

Rem admired him inwardly. Yeah, this was how he should have fought from the start.

After that, it became a bloodbath. Literally. Blood sprayed with every clash.

A short spear punched through heated leather and stabbed his thigh.
Good thing he twisted away. If he had not, he might really have become Limping Rem.

In return, his axe took two of the other man's fingers.
The bastard dodged well, so it was only two. Rem had aimed for the wrist.

Too bad was too bad, but a fight was a fight.

Rem got excited. A fierce thrill rose in him.

It had been a while since he had faced someone like this.

Even with Heart of Superhuman Strength bursting in his body, the other man still showed power comparable to a giant.
And through spirit descent, he kept that monstrous strength going.

"How are you doing this without sorcery?!"

The Ageless Madman was shocked more than once. The first shock had been Heart of Superhuman Strength.

"Grappling tricks?!"

He would not stop barking, which probably meant he was that rattled.

Rem played along.

"Hey, are you really the one who should be saying that, you bastard?"

Grappling tricks?
Sure, Rem was basically a shard of enhancement sorcery, but that man mixed sorcery directly into bizarre techniques and then called someone else a grappler? Graaappler?

If it was meant as provocation, it worked.

"You motherless bastard."

Rem snapped.

"My mother died a hundred years ago!"

"Yeah, so you really are motherless."

The madman got angry too.

They both yelled as they fought. Rem felt real danger several times. The opponent was nasty enough, but he was not the only problem.

Grrr!

Magic Beasts reeking of blood kept lunging in without pause.

They circled and circled, then kept probing for openings with bared fangs.

One finally bit into his arm, and the Ageless Madman used that gap to slam down both spears with full force.

Rem swung his axe with the wolf still latched onto him.

He struck the spear that came down in a wide arc above his head and knocked its path aside.

He swung with full power, yet one spear still ripped hard across his side.

It hurt enough to bring tears to his eyes and make every hair on his body stand on end.

It struck near his broken ribs.

The Ageless Madman had deliberately loaded force into one of the two spears, and Rem took the hit, but he did not stop.

Still gripping the axe, he crushed the wolf's skull with his free fist, then kept slipping, knocking aside, and evading the incoming spearheads.

Without a second to catch his breath, he moved like an actual madman.

Then something sticky caught his foot.

'Oh, come on?'

Sticky-binding sorcery. He did that too?

So the saying was true that old foxes were vicious.

The Ageless Madman was proving it right in front of him.

Among prey, seasoned prey was always the trickiest.

Rem put force into his thigh. Sticky sorcery or not, it had to be spread over a fixed zone.

Boom!

He kicked off the ground, flew sideways, and swung his axe.

That killed three Magic Beasts that had been targeting him.

More precisely, two died when their necks and chests were split, and the third had its forehead crushed.

Rem had expected the fight to keep getting rougher.

Instead, this part disappointed him, and at the same time gave him the upper hand.

The Ageless Madman ran. He pulled back and leaped away.

The attacks that came after that had no power.

Rem was already blocking spearheads the man was directly gripping and swinging.

Then the same trick came again at the end, a throwing spear linked to a thread.

'Ah, this bastard.'

His boiling excitement cooled in an instant.

Bang!

He swatted the spear away with the flat of his axe and saw that senior from back home retreating fast. The spear flew back behind him like it was alive.

The bastard shouted.

"If we meet again, you will definitely die."

'Oh, shut up. Next time we meet, who dies, you or me?'

With a stiff, annoyed face, Rem brought his axe straight down on the head of a charging Magic Beast.

Boom!

The axe bit in through the skull, splitting the Magic Beast's body lengthwise.

"Fuck, I get it. You probably survived this long by running whenever things went bad."

Should he chase him down and kill him? He could, but it was a hassle. The heat was gone. The thrill was gone.

For Rem, it was just that his excitement had vanished.

For the Wolf Bishop, it was a completely different story.

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

He was so shocked he did not even hide his disbelief. Panic filled the Wolf Bishop's eyes.

Even Teresa could tell.

He shouted with his mouth hanging open, and the head wound he had barely pressed shut split open again, blood pouring out.

Dark red blood ran down his cheeks and dripped from his chin.

No answer came.

The Ageless Madman simply fled.

He did not even say sorry. Of course, even if he had, the bishop was so furious blood might have fountained from his skull.

"Bishop brother-nim, it's time to go."

The bishop frowned at the way he was addressed and turned.

A limping half-giant stood there.

Half her shield was shattered away, and even her sword was cracked in the middle.

"You apostate bitch. I will curse you even after death."

The Wolf Bishop spat curses. He felt wronged.

This had been a winning fight. No matter how exceptional the enemy was, they had the Ageless Madman, famed across the continent, and himself, a bishop of the Cult.

On top of that, he had brought his soul-bonded companion, the Dire Wolf.

And now this?

Someone like Teresa should have been easy to beat.

But no. It had gone wrong.

Instead of sighing or looking at the sky, the bishop muttered with his last spite.

"You plague-ridden bastards."

He also felt the death of the Dire Wolf bound to his soul.

There was no hope left.

"I will curse all of you forever. Your flesh will rot and decay, and still you will not die easily. The god of the Cursed Ground will never forgive you! Ageless Madman, you too, you too will not be forgiven!"

His final hatred turned toward his ally.

The bastard who should have saved him and fought with him had run away.

"Yes. Soak yourself in the river of hell. I'll see you there later."

"Fine!"

Teresa finally crushed the bishop's skull.

The fatal blow came from the pommel of her broken sword.

Teresa adjusted her bloodstained mask and stood, then saw Rem limping toward her.

"You came?"

"Of course I came, where else would I go? Where's the captain?"

There was no warm scene of them supporting each other. They just trudged along.

Both were battered, but neither was dying.

No need for any hand-holding nonsense.

Odd-Eye came up beside them.

"You fought too?"

Hiiing!

At One-Eye's answer, Rem stuck out his lower lip.

"Even a damn horse fights, but a damn human runs."

He was still full of complaints. His thrill had drained right when it was getting good. That was rare, especially against someone from the same people, and when the other side had the advantage.

'Next time, old man. We'll meet again.'

Rem made that vow.

People had watched the two of them fight.

The heavy infantry and the cavalry.

The mercenary leading the cavalry suddenly realized his place.

'Don't act up.'

Never complain about hard training again.

If you charge them, you die. No doubt.

Watching them fight made that obvious.

And that huge, calm-looking woman had to be treated carefully too.

He had never looked down on her before, but now he saw her differently.

In the past, people might have watched Rem and Teresa fight and recoiled.

That happened often. Their power was too overwhelming. They did not look human.

People felt relief because they were allies, but still kept their distance.

They inspired fear even on their own side.

This time was different.

Both of them were limping. Odd-Eye, walking with them looked healthiest of the three.

Without those two, they might have been wiped out.

Relief, joy, thrill, and the ecstasy of victory surged together.

"Madman Company."

"Rem, Axe-Swinging Rem."

"Crazy Axe Rem."

"He's alive."

"He's alive."

"Undying Rem?"

Someone's mutter hardened into a nickname. Rem dug at his ear.

What are they even saying?

Soon the soldiers shouted together.

"Undying Rem!"

They had thought he was dead, and he came back and drove the enemy off.

A huge upgrade from "Rem with the dogshit temper."

"Undying Rem! Rem who doesn't die!"

"The undying madman!"

"Wooooaaah!"

They had already killed more than half the Magic Beasts. This had been the most favorable battlefield.

The rest scattered after the Dire Wolf and bishop died.

Without a center point, Magic Beasts did not stay grouped.

Cheering and shouting, they moved toward the center of the battlefield.

"So damn loud."

Rem kept digging at his ear.

"Wandering Teresa!"

The soldiers shouted the identity Teresa always muttered like a habit.

She held her mask in place with one hand and raised the other.

She wanted to. Her heart moved her to do it.

Back in the Cult, she had been so taciturn she sometimes went a whole week without a word.

Not now.

"I am Wandering Teresa."

Here, things were different. She had changed. Once she learned joy and happiness, everything looked different.

"Wandering Teresa!"

Everyone answered her murmur in one united chorus.

It sounded good to her.

"What are you doing, you, Undying Rem!"

Rem barked, maybe because he was cranky for no reason.

The soldiers echoed that too.

"Undying Rem!"

Childish nonsense.

Anyway, the two of them reached Enkrid, Ragna, and Audin.

Ragna looked relatively fine. Audin did not.

Small cuts covered his body.

His left arm hung down. Was it broken?

"Sprained. I couldn't use full power just to catch one dog. Brother-nim, you got hit plenty."

"Yeah, just grazed. I was showing respect to an old man."

Teresa stayed silent.

Ragna stared blankly, then spoke.

"All weaklings. If you drag kids like that around, it just gives you more work, captain."

"...Fuck, why did I leave that thing alive?"

Rem grumbled, and Audin smiled as he clenched his fist.

"Brother-nim seems to miss the embrace of god."

Watching this, Enkrid ran a hand through his hair.

It was all nonsense. Then he looked at Rem and spoke.

"Stop roaming around for fun."

"Huh, why? Were you getting smacked around without me?"

"Weren't you the one getting smacked around?"

"I let that old man off easy."

"I see."

"Then why did it end right when I got back? I was just about to have some fun."

With that body? Enkrid said it with his face. He was expressionless, but that was what it sounded like. Rem shouted.

"You don't know me? This is where it starts. You don't know who I am?"

As he said it, he opened his palm behind his back. A few quick-witted commanders immediately shouted.

"Undying Rem!"

Those who heard shouted again.

"Undying Rem!"

Damn, they were fired up.

Enkrid gave a short laugh and shook his head.

"The enemy position is strange."

Graham's lieutenant spoke up from the side. Enkrid answered without even looking.

"My subordinate did that."

"Who?"

Did he need to say it? Jaxon.

Jaxon could have killed Baronet Tarnin much earlier, but he waited for timing.

When would killing the enemy commander have the greatest effect?

Jaxon was smart.

Would killing the commander end the battle immediately?

No. Others still remained.

Among them were several highly capable mercenaries.

They seemed minor only compared to Enkrid and the Madman Company. By normal standards, they were far beyond ordinary troops.

They thought:

'Justification is still on our side.'

All they had to do was keep Baronet Tarnin alive and withdraw.

Then they could keep the pretext and hold a threatening position. Some also knew about Azpen.

Pull back first, let Border Guard fight Azpen, then start another territorial war later.

They would face Border Guard after it had already spent strength, from a favorable position.

The smart ones came to that conclusion and planned to go to the baronet first.

But Baronet Tarnin's head was already hanging on a pole.

"...When did that pig bastard die?"

The smart mercenary was dumbfounded.

He was also unlucky.

Jaxon did not even need to creep around with a magic artifact to hide his presence.

He simply disguised himself in enemy uniform and watched people.

He picked out those who looked capable of regrouping troops and gifted them red necklaces.

He gave the same gift to that nameless smart mercenary.

The dagger had an unusual shape: dull on the outer edge, sharp only on the inner edge. Put it to the neck and pull. Done.

The startled mercenary grabbed his wrist, but Jaxon's right hand drew a half-circle and skimmed his throat.

The pulled blade left a red necklace, and the mercenary bled out and died. Jaxon had already killed seven that way.

That was enough. Jaxon withdrew.

Assuming the captain would not die just because he left briefly, he returned to where he had come from.

He saw Enkrid, and beside him, one ghost.

"A ghost, I see. We need an exorcism right away. A few daggers should do."

"...Why does that sound like you're talking to me, you feral-cat bastard?"

The ghost barbarian said that. Jaxon strongly insisted once more on ghost extermination, but no one listened.

Instead, he only heard a blessing-like remark from the mad barbarian with an axe.

"You die instead. Get out and die."

He ignored it. His work was done, and the captain was fine.

"I thought we were really going to die this time."

Kraiss said that. Enkrid looked at Big Eyes as if it were nothing. Kraiss, who had not slept properly for days, smiled.

"We're lucky. Really lucky. Feels like the goddess of fortune kissed us.

A goddess's kiss brings luck."

Heavy white snow poured over Kraiss's head as he spoke.

It started around when the battle ended. Sleet had turned into heavy snowfall.

"You like this?"

Rem said sourly. Demon shit flakes were falling like mad.

Jaxon and Audin had the same look in their eyes.

Enkrid did not. He understood at once.

"I told you, the captain is smart."

Kraiss said that, and Rem snapped, saying, "Yeah, today I'll gouge those eyes out," but it was only a small commotion.

Snow kept pouring down. Even troops still fighting had to reform their lines.

In other words.

"We bought time."

Kraiss voiced what everyone felt.

The heavy snow was a stroke of luck. It would hold Azpen's movement in place.

They had bought time to recover and reset their lines.

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