[{"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-229":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},427974,689,"Chapter 227","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-229",229,"\u003Cp>‘How did it come to this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rapier master was used to teaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When teaching was a familiar task, observing was beyond familiarity, it was a skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Frog’s talent detection was a unique ability of his race, the rapier master’s eyes were of a distinctly different nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a combination of personal talent and accumulated experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what he saw with those eyes, there was definite improvement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to believe he lacked ‘Will’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, his eyes would shine as he executed a flurry of continuous sword strikes, cutting off his own retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Correct Sword Technique.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent exceeded his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, there was not even a sliver of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His talent and skills were of that level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, this was the first time his judgment had been so wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stirred something in the rapier master’s heart. It touched his heart and moved his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Guidance, sparring.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his intention from the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had walked the path of a Knight but turned back when his talent fell short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had never been defeated by someone without Will. Even now, that remained true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Improvement.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was indeed surprising and his skills were outstanding. However, the black-haired man before him still couldn’t face a genuine Junior-Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tatatatatatata!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swords clashed repeatedly, sparking as they met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the relentless strikes, blue eyes elongated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Footwork too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impressive. He had surpassed human limits. That was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his opponents were lazy individuals relying on mediocre talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man before him would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, how had he been beaten by Swift Blade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having seen that fight and faced him now, he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If the goal was a fight rather than killing, if sparring came first.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade was the opposite. He fought to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, it was just by a hair. In his view, it was only a matter of who took the first step. Swift Blade had not even realized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skill improvement was truly remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was surprising enough to warrant repeated amazement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words telling him to give up lingered, prompting him to draw his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starting slowly and evenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t need to exert his full strength in wielding the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, fast and strong, with mixed in techniques. It was the Fluid Sword Technique, blending speed with smoothness. Striking while flowing, flowing while striking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was to show that such swordsmanship existed in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with engaging in mind games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even if it’s advised to master a single form like Correct Sword Technique, that’s flawed teaching.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While specializing in one form is possible, it’s proper to learn all five sword techniques. At the very least, a superficial knowledge of them is necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is that necessary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To block, to evade, to do anything, you must know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that regard, the rapier master emphasized the diversity of swordsmanship. He showed that mind games didn’t always occur in the form of Correct Sword Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Flow.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he tried to flow with the sword, Encrid’s eyes gleamed. It was a bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid delivered a vertical slash that seemed capable of cutting through anything. It was a lightning-like strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rapier master, facing it, seemed to block but twisted his body aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fluid Sword Technique, flowing without contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning-like sword cut through empty space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hwoong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of air being sliced was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it advanced swordsmanship or skilled swordsmanship?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After raising the sword tip to thrust, Encrid’s posture naturally faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ensuing advantage belonged to the rapier master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed on. Slowly, bit by bit, it was like the art of killing a frog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The method of killing a rog with boiling water starts with cold water and gradually heats up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The essence of this swordsmanship was pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a message conveyed through the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You cannot surpass this. This is your limit.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After relentless pressure and relentless attacks, he was trapped and forced to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid encountered a wall he couldn’t surpass with the Heart of Great Strength, the Sense of Evasion, or all the sword techniques he had learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he despair because of this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time for that, and even if there was, he wasn’t the type to think that way. Encrid simply continued to swing his sword heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the rapier master, watching this, wasn’t entirely pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sparring session had continued in a completely different manner than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In conclusion, he didn’t see any flashes of brilliance from his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Was he not the genius I had overlooked?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, his growth rate didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why was there no spark? Why was his talent so dull?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He expected the frog to jump out of the pot. At the very least, he hoped to see it stretch its leg, but it was just slowly drying up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s stop here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew, phew, it was good instruction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid expressed his gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sparring session worth it. This person didn’t aim for his neck nor was he after his fame. He just appeared out of nowhere to give guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go next today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A half-blood Giant with a sword and shield stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current sparring hadn’t taken a toll on him. He just needed to catch his breath. Encrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fight was similar to the previous one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intensity and violence were dizzying to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the fight with Swift Blade was a battle where he could get holes or be cut at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight with the half-blood Giant seemed like something could be crushed or smashed at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid endured it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suffered injuries similar to the first day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the half-blood Giant performed a trick by gripping the sword’s tip and swinging it like a blunt weapon. She also shook her shield up and down to deceive the eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid countered by mixing the Middle Sword Technique and the Correct Sword Technique to pressure his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he was applying what he had just learned from the rapier master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the rapier master watching wasn’t satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He hasn’t improved.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genius would show improvement after just one sparring session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this friend Encrid, at best, was just ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That annoyed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master’s eyes naturally narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, that’s it for today. If you’re bored, you can take on some monster subjugation requests around here. The rewards are substantial, and it’ll clear your frustrations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That sounds good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade responded with delight to Krais’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was itching to do something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of all, the two opponents he saw today didn’t seem easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was his polar opposite, and the other seemed to be hiding his true skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Troublesome bastards.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, running away now was not an option. If he fled under these circumstances, the Black Blade Bandits might send their assassination squad after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he recklessly used the Krona of the bandit group all this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now was the time to risk his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, his murderous impulses were making his blood boil. If he ran away now, it would be difficult to wield his sword as he pleased for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah, I want to kill.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He longed for the sensation of piercing through tender flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t just kill a vagrant in the city and get beaten to death, so he couldn’t kill just anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he did something, the people around him would foam at the mouth and attack him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them had sharp eyes and outstanding skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What a mess I’ve gotten into.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t thought it would be easy, but it had become a tangled mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I might as well cut down some monsters.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a reasonable decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais nodded and spoke to the soldier who had joined him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, this way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier led Swift Blade, marking the end of today’s sparring session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had to be half-carried. His thigh muscles were trembling, making it difficult for him to walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This will heal after a little rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It might heal, but if it repeats, you could end up with chronic injuries. Brother, having faith is good, but don’t be overconfident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin recited words from the Holy Scripture. Believing in one’s body was good, but doing it in moderation was better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, I suppose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid nodded. Of course, it was something even a dog wouldn’t believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When we get back to the quarters, let’s have a quick hand-to-hand sparring session.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sharpening the senses makes it easier to anticipate a move ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon added from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone seemed to have a lot to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, they didn’t seem to like seeing Encrid getting beaten up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it different from when they were the ones beating him up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did it matter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was so much to do right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had learned and practiced, but it still wasn’t coming together all at once. It couldn’t be helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he just had to take it one step at a time again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least some semblance of talent remained in his body now, so he wasn’t stuck like before. This in itself was a significant improvement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid returned to the quarters with his idle thoughts and continued his hand-to-hand sparring with Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even with an injured body, you still…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn shook her head as she watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, Finn seemed quite busy too. After whispering with the Fairy Company Commander, she frequently went out at dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where have you been sneaking off to lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem asked out of boredom. Finn gave a vague answer, not even looking up as she organized her belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morning dew is good for the skin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I think she’s mocking me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered. Encrid inwardly agreed but decided to side with Finn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a victim mentality. You have a habit of taking others’ words the wrong way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t revenge. It definitely wasn’t because Rem kept saying his brain was broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rem furrowed his brows, Ragna pushed Dunbachel forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go, do your job.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was that job?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel approached Rem reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right. Time to train. Haven’t done much of that lately, have we?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had managed to reduce her daily beatings from twice a day to once, but it had only been two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what did she mean by ‘lately’?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Dunbachel glared at him, Rem looked pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, that look, that fierceness! Good. Today, let’s have a spirited, I mean, training session!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel wanted to cry, but her pride held back her tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the two of them went outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid continued his sparring sessions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After spending some time training, once his body was fully healed, he would grab someone staying at the inn for a sparring match again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade excelled in sharp, unpredictable, and unconventional attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was much to learn from him as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood Giant swung her sword and shield heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a combination of the Middle Sword Technique and shield techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though mixed with the Correct Sword Technique, the deeper he delved, the more varied the Middle Sword and shield techniques became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the initial shield charge he experienced was still threatening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a small opening allowed the half-blood Giant to press on with her monstrous strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of stamina, Encrid was not lacking either, but the opponent’s sheer size made her a formidable weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rapier master was still the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated the same actions every time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin Molsen also attacked relentlessly, but he wasn’t a match. After being harshly knocked out in their third sparring session, he no longer dared to challenge easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, his guard stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a gruff and stern man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid didn’t care. He didn’t care why the guard stepped up only now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just glad to have another worthy opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Definitely not normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard said. Encrid ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard’s swordsmanship was based on the Fluid Sword Technique. He flowed, targeted openings, and stabbed with precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was familiar with this technique. He had seen it before. It was no illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reviewed and reflected on it countless times, ensuring he wouldn’t forget it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the technique used by someone from the Aspen faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specifically, it was used by the person he had cut down with his left hand—Mitch Hurrier. The Hurrier family symbolized Aspen’s military prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, was the guard a spy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only cared if the opponent was a good match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought and collided. Their skills were evenly matched, and he couldn’t easily win. Encrid wasn’t focused on winning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he had wanted to kill, he could have done so a hundred times over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem gave a sarcastic remark because he didn’t think Encrid was just a man with straightforward swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s left after killing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a battlefield. These were people who came to test their skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it was time to speak through swordsmanship, that’s what he wanted to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he smiling again? Do you enjoy this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade often laughed. His smile deepened, and his tone became harsher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself often laughed and commented on Encrid’s smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that situation, Swift Blade and Encrid faced each other repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Swift Blade’s mind was filled only with thoughts of Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was entirely focused on killing his opponent, with no other impulses interfering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one person remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his murderous intent was directed at Encrid. This was a first for Swift Blade as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood Giant had a similar experience. But instead of murderous intent, she felt something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why does he keep challenging me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was certain of her superiority. If Encrid really wanted to kill, yes, he could probably take down Swift Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the rest? That was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, even Swift Blade likely had a hidden trump card, so if they fought to the death, the odds were fifty-fifty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was her judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, was there anything to gain from this sparring?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why was he so happy about it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, today it’s you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he so happy despite being beaten so badly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his sword with a subtle smile, and the emotion on his face was crystal clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even someone as emotionally inept as her could see it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child experiencing a moment of sheer joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child filled with innocent delight, as if it was their birthday party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had heard that this man wasn’t that young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why did he have that look on his face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he speak so brightly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t understand. One thing was certain though, everything about this man made her blood boil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the fighting spirit, the competitive urge. The Giant’s blood mixed within her was boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, she wasn’t a cultist but a warrior. For the first time, she wanted to be a warrior rather than a cultist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a moment where the indoctrination and something ingrained in her since childhood began to crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment where she recognized and understood desire, beyond the teachings and commands of the cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a moment where what she had subtly felt throughout her life started to overflow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inner feelings she had never shown on the surface, feelings no one knew about, not even the bishops, tangled within her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really strange. You know that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood Giant spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words were awkward, but the meaning was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you from the start. This part’s broken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-haired subordinate behind Encrid spun his finger around his temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initially, she ignored this gesture, but now she understood it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you’re broken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood Giant said. And so was she.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid, unconcerned, extended his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just craved battle. He showed his desire. He enjoyed the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile similar to one slowly appeared on the half-blood Giant’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enjoying the fight itself was a first for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was filled with novelty. Finding fulfillment in seemingly meaningless sword swings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help but smile as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, countless sparring matches ensued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each opponent faced over a dozen times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some moments, Encrid was severely injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At others, he escaped with minor injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After many sparring sessions, the rapier master shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s still not right. There’s a limit. But maybe I was wrong, so I have to test it. Can he overcome this? That’s all I’m curious about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering nonsensically to himself, the rapier master faced Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, blades surged from the rapier master’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had experienced this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Asia, a member of the Red Cape Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intangible blades imbued with Will battered Encrid’s entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me AND read further chapters here: \u002Frevengerscans.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Subscribe for a membership on my Buy Me a Coffee page and receive 15 extra chapters upon joining, along with daily updates of one chapter: \u002Frevengerscans ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Additional Info: If anyone is facing the issue of payment on Ko-Fi, please contact me on ]\u003C\u002Fp>",2872,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","b5d422a961349680918ff2b5ed67de5393631c49a60b0afc9620ec59f1a69153","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-411","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-260",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]