[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-21":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},427746,689,"Chapter 21","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-21",21,"\u003Cp>Boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, lightning struck a clear sky, and raindrops began to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, what a mood killer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem and Ragna, whose tempers had flared, avoided each other’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the end of the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sought shelter from the rain and entered the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been so clear, and now, rain, suddenly? The weather was going crazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the end of autumn, not the season for showers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sudden rain, huh,” Krais said, looking at the lightning and rain streaks in the clear sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid also looked at the sky, recalling the events that had happened while he wasn’t around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse was, as expected, nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ll say even this rain is a curse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe. Anyway, over the past three days, Bo tripped and broke his nose, Jaxon broke his arm, and Rotten got bitten by a snake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three were scouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bo was agile enough to do somersaults, so it was fortunate he only broke his nose while wearing armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon was a foul-mouthed soldier who overestimated his spear-handling skills. He broke his arm during a sparring match, and one could bet his opponent intentionally broke it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lastly, Rotten was careless for a scout. Though it wasn’t the season for many snakes, this grassland had areas particularly dense with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it was understandable for all three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides those three, there was someone who burned their hand on a pot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Eyes said this as if he were excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he really believed this was a curse, he wouldn’t be talking like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just something to talk about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And there was news that the medical tent caught fire. Ah, Squad Leader, you were there, right? Did you hear anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tent burning, is that being called a curse too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. It burned well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais paused as he was entering the tent and quickly turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you see it yourself? Did the fire really just suddenly flare up? There’s also talk that a spy got in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. That’s not it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I did it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had set the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for a spy, there had been a raid, but he doubted it was the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know Krang’s true identity yet, but it seemed he was at least a noble’s illegitimate child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, wasn’t that raider likely from their own side?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the curse, what’s there to say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command will soon crack down on this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No commander would welcome such talk spreading within the unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey? Didn’t you see anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Eyes urged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid met his large eyes for a moment, thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais was too loose-lipped to tell everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he wasn’t, there was no reason to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had decided to keep quiet, so that’s what he would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The tent I was in caught fire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all. So, it wasn’t an enemy attack? The fire just suddenly started?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The guard fell asleep, the wind knocked over a torch stand. There was a fuel canister nearby, set there for refueling the torches. The fallen torch stand ignited the tent, and it spread.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid clenched his fist and then opened it, mimicking the spread of flames with his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing special then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t think about the fact that I almost died?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re standing here just fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this, are they worried about me or what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you aren’t alive and well, are you a ghost, Squad Leader?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem chimed in from behind, laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this guy making a joke?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Lord says, let the spirits rest in peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A squad member, deeply religious, performed a verbal exorcism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid thought that if he were really a ghost, these words would be quite uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just my hair got a little singed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ends of his bangs were a bit scorched, so he cut them. The hastily cut hair looked uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your hair is naturally black, so it doesn’t show even if it’s burnt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem kept laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then is your hair just ashes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s hair was gray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, how did you know? My hair is ash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this guy really finding this funny?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the only one laughing inside the tent, yet he kept at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was really a shower, the rain that had been falling soon stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chatter was brief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the rain stopped, Krais said he had business to attend to and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid lay down in his place, using the sound of raindrops falling from the edge of the tent as a background to fall asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sweet nap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sleeping for a while, his aching head felt clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fatigue was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid got up and twisted his waist from side to side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no pain in his side at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good. He felt refreshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no one in the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening closely, he heard people coming and going in front of the tent and a soldier’s disgruntled voice from the tent next door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of rain starts and stops like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid pushed open the entrance of the tent and stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad members were scattered in front of the tent, enjoying their personal maintenance time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was expected that Jaxon and Krais wouldn’t be visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest were in their places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached Rem, who was scribbling something on the wet ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You look like you have nothing to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does it look that way? You’re right. I was just thinking about cracking someone’s skull out of boredom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Rem’s specialties was provoking the nearby squad members with his nasty banter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the provoked person retaliated, it was his hobby to beat them up a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Encrid arrived, this had become less frequent, but he hadn’t completely given up the habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s have a sparring match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A sparring match?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, a sparring match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem nodded willingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the first or second time this had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid’s request for sparring was a regular occurrence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two headed to the open space behind the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the erratic weather, there was no one around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if there were, no one would care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid and Rem stood facing each other ten paces apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem grinned and twirled his wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his wrists moved, the freshly sharpened axe blade reflected the dry sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain that had been coming and going had stopped, and it was now perfectly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air felt humid rather than dry, and the smell of earth filled the nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground wasn’t muddy; it was soft but firm enough not to sink in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds were just enough to cover the sun, so it wasn’t blinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a good day for a fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid responded by awakening The Heart of the Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strived not to waste time through repeated daily routines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This included not only physical training and honing his hearing but also using his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Valen’s Mercenary Sword Technique doesn’t work.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this from countless fights with Rem while practicing thrusts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valen’s Mercenary Sword Technique was useless against Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering his own weapon, the intimidation from the opponent, and past experiences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he fought with all these in mind, what attack would be effective?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he create an effective strike?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to verify the answer to his repeated considerations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem stepped forward. His step, firm and confident, showed no hesitation. His confidence was evident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid thought so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should I go first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of answering, Encrid focused on his opponent’s breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inhale and exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s breathing was long and slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of that long exhale, Encrid closed the distance in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed off with his back foot and advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he closed the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his sword, cutting horizontally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem dodged by leaning back as if lying down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a feat possible because he precisely predicted the range of the slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in a half-lying position, Rem’s eyes never left Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Encrid instinctively pulled his sword back to block in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he knew it, the axe had struck his sword blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact wasn’t strong. No matter how strong he was, it was an axe swung from a lying position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that same position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe kept coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Thud! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gripping his sword tightly with both hands, he blocked and blocked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to pause to adjust his stance and counterattack, but Rem didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid felt like he was under a continuous guillotine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s barrage of axe attacks ended as he fully stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a brief opening, but Encrid didn’t retreat. He didn’t adjust his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rem straightened up and pulled back his arm, instead of retreating and catching his breath, Encrid…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thrust forward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one step forward, he executed a thrust he had practiced countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword, extending from his defensive stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was determined to land the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything happened in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thrust and aimed at Rem’s midsection, Encrid’s eyes saw the blue sky and Rem’s face intersecting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Huh?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid saw Rem’s face upside down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment of the thrust, Rem kicked Encrid’s ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an instantaneous decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, the tip of the sword sliced through empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of swinging his axe, Rem let it go, grabbed Encrid by the collar, and threw him to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolling to the side, Encrid quickly understood how he had been bested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been timing the moment Rem pulled back the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had used that against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying sprawled on the ground, Encrid inwardly shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such incredible strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid prided himself on his strength, believing he wasn’t easily outmatched by anyone, but to be thrown with one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he wasn’t wearing heavy equipment, making him relatively light, it was still a feat of brute strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up from his sitting position, he saw Rem’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bore a peculiar expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, Rem laughed throughout their sparring matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth was straight. Composed. He wasn’t smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, have you been eating something special behind my back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem asked with a serious face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about it, this reaction was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t remember helping Encrid with thrust training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the first time he broke out of the usual routine was when he was assigned kitchen duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve thought this before, but it seems your skills have suddenly improved. Especially that thrusting technique, it was good. Not bad at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. And I don’t give compliments lightly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy, who constantly spouted nonsense, was now claiming to be serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it. Then let’s review.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Squad Leader, you really are a consistent man. Why don’t you ever change?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reviewing after sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was also a routine. No matter how little there was to gain, Encrid would persist with his sparring partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To learn and internalize even the smallest detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Often, the opponent had little to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only if the skill had improved would there be anything worth discussing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how it had been until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, after sparring, Rem would often say things like, ‘Show some more determination.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words that were meaningless and without value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. Rem knew. He knew the end of those without talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he taught him what was necessary to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the same reason, he passed on The Heart of the Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things had changed significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that there was much to discuss after this sparring session was proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First of all, it’s too obvious that you’re waiting for my axe strike. Even if I don’t fall for it easily, shouldn’t you at least try to be deceptive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem began to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, he adopted a proper attitude of listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem saw this and chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He promptly pointed out the core issue first and left the minor details for later. That was Rem’s way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid listened attentively to each and every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no battles for three days, and during that time, Encrid sparred with Rem three more times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should work on your lower body. Your balance is oddly off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he usually spouted nonsense, Rem had a knack for getting to the heart of the matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid pondered and mulled over those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, he threw himself back into training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during rest times, he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had their own way of spending personal maintenance time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some wrote letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others focused on rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for eating and sleeping, Encrid devoted everything to practice and training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone might call it obsessive if they saw him, but for him, it was pure peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sense of fulfillment from improving each day was the greatest reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to that, he didn’t feel the pain from the intensified physical training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A relentless guy, back at it right after returning from the medical tent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was quiet for a while, but he’s fired up again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I trained like that, I’d have become a knight by now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why are you talking crap?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled his body and focused on his hearing. When his muscles screamed in pain, concentrating on his hearing often made the pain fade away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid could hear the idle chatter of two soldiers in another tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were from the 3rd squad of the same platoon but felt distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his hearing further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He listened to the sound of clothes rustling from behind and tried to guess the action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also tried identifying people by their footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five out of ten times he was wrong, but he could recognize familiar footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light and fast, but the sound of stepping on the dirt was lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Big Eyes.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Training again? It’s creepy. Creepy.” Krais said as he approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeating squats, his legs began to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat dripped from his scalp, pooling at the ends of his eyebrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weather had cleared, reverting to the dry, windy climate it usually was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweating enough to drench oneself on a day like this wouldn’t seem normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training in a place where a fight could break out any time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, everyone accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had always been like this, day in and day out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that tiring? You manage to do that every day.” Krais said, sitting down nearby and chewing on some flat jerky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripped from the tip of his nose, and fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy pain rose from his thighs. His muscles trembled, and nausea surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid sat down, drenched in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closing his eyes, the cool wind brushed against his damp forehead and ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training for the day was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he enjoyed the breeze, he heard firm footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footsteps stopped behind Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still working hard, I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head back to look at the speaker. A long shadow covered Encrid’s face, blocking the sunlight. Though the face was hard to see against the light, he could tell it was a man with a thick beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we talk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the 4th platoon leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me here: \u002Frevengerscans ]\u003C\u002Fp>",2569,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","e60f65215f45f9e4ffefd14dd549420f7e69b6985146519a98552d2a3f875d0d","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-22","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-20",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]