[{"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-243":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},428008,689,"Chapter 241","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-243",243,"\u003Cp>“……What the hell? Is this for real?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade muttered in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid remained silent, reflecting on what he had done, while a different voice answered from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seeing is believing, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had returned. Had he seen the half-blood Giant stop?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s shoulders rose and fell, as if they had sprinted at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus and the others stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even while catching their breath, a few archers nocked arrows to their longbows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked ready to shoot at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few skilled archers turned their aim towards Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t accidentally put an arrow in the Commander’s head, just stay still.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem spoke to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave that warrior alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few archers, who had been aiming at the half-blood Giant, quietly lowered their bows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a hostage right next to her, they couldn’t risk shooting. Wasn’t that hostage someone Encrid had personally saved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that what you call cutting fire?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from a distance, it was clear that he had cut through the flames. It wasn’t something you could miss even if you wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais muttered, and Encrid thought of shrugging his shoulders but didn’t. The enemy was still standing right in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, what is this? Seriously.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade let out a hollow laugh. Until now, he had taken many lives just by revealing his hidden sword technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in those moments, he conserved his Scrolls. They were like extra lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen people dodge fireballs created by spells before. There were those kinds of people. Sure, you dodge them. That’s normal for a swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodging was expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if there was a gap due to surprise, he’d strike that gap with the quickest slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a surefire tactic, a last resort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why cut that? Why does that get cut? A fireball created by a spell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It was cut? Cut, really? That thing can be cut?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade was dumbfounded. For a moment, his mind blanked from witnessing the impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was quite impressive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had he gotten so close? The one with the lazy expression and blonde hair spoke. He stood next to Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you came?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not ones to just stand and watch. Encrid silently looked ahead. It seemed to ask, “What will you do now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I concede.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade admitted, rummaging through his pockets again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Ragna unusually muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said we would meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, see you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he pulled out was a new Scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fireball?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid reacted, and a few archers hesitated, wondering if they should shoot now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna dashed forward, kicking off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved so fast it was as if he was flying. His figure blurred with speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he charged, Swift Blade hurriedly tore the Scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the torn Scroll, just as Encrid had seen, Ragna also slashed diagonally through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeeeech!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange sound lingered in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull noise followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said we would meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna spoke above the sound. The dull noise was from the ground. Encrid, seeing what had fallen, silently nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ragna said ‘see you again’, it wasn’t to be ignored. When he said that, the usually lazy man was quite deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Scroll seemed related to spatial movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the lower half of Swift Blade, who had vanished, remained on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entrails and blood spilled out, sloshing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upper half had been engulfed in light and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahhhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The success rate of the spatial escape Scroll was just over fifty percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a slight mistake could result in ending up in a strange place, but this time, it succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the blade that had approached earlier had sliced right through the spell’s activation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Crazy!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade’s eyes bulged in extreme pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even determine if it was due to the backlash of the spell or the impact of the sword strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aftermath of the spell left his vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the effects wore off, he looked down with excruciating pain and saw there was nothing below his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one can survive losing half their body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood and entrails spilled onto the ground. There was no remedy for this, not even a high priest could heal it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift Blade, crawling on the ground, died in that desolate wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood bubbled from his mouth, and he was left with half his body gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a few bald-headed vultures flew over his dead body, followed by a swarm of crows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What should we do about that one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance asked, referring to the intimidatingly large half-blood Giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have no intention of fighting further. Kill me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Giant’s voice still held strength. It was rough but oddly pleasing to the ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid exhaled deeply as he approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if you have your reasons, it seems like a despicable act, doesn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his abrupt words, the half-blood Giant knelt and lifted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The one who sent me was the bishop of the Sacred Cult of the Demon Realm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her identity was thus revealed. She was someone who should be killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, Encrid didn’t immediately swing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus observed Encrid, pondering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? Does he want to imprison and torment her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing her would seem the best course of action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those who betray the Cult die. Every single one of them. So, I will die here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood Giant continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid silently stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Cultist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t seem like it was her choice. More importantly, her final act lingered in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned away, and when the fireball from the Scroll exploded, she shielded the hostage with her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if she hadn’t blocked it with her body? The hostage might have died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, her scorched hair and blistered arms were visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would a Cultist risk their life to save someone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does she really have to die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young woman, Jurie, finally found her voice. That was her first question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer came from the half-blood Giant. Marcus left the decision to Encrid, as his own role here was minimal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There will be pursuit from the Cult. Be cautious in all things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the Giant’s concern, Encrid remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? Do you want me to do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, unable to watch any longer, interjected. His words, while shouldering his axe, were no less savage than a madman’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If she doesn’t die, will we be chased by the Cult?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid asked, interpreting her words that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absolutely. There’s nothing as dangerous to them as an apostate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trusting in the Cult was diffiCult and grueling, and there was no example of someone who left once they joined. Or if there was, it was extremely rare. РᴀΝ𝘖₿Ěʂ\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, why did this woman seem as if she wanted to leave the Cult behind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you seek repentance, sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, who had been watching, asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Teresa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a grand name. The name Teresa carried a holy connotation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have no surname. Born and raised within the Cult, fulfilling my duties there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t seem to have faith. She appeared full of turmoil. Her words and expressions conveyed only worry and regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall find peace in death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She muttered to herself. She wasn’t referring to the Cult’s holy war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want to do if you’re born again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade reflected light. It was a sharp and sturdy sword. It could easily cut through a Giant’s neck, so a half-blood Giant’s neck would be no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Giant replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will fight and fight again, proving myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a pleasant and refreshing smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid liked her quite a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fast it left no afterimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that swing, the Cultist Teresa died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this really okay? Isn’t this just a cover-up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid nodded at Krais’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sign that things should be fine. In truth, Encrid didn’t know either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was more of an impulsive decision, not a calculated one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was similar to when he spared Dunbachel before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seriously, will it be okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you too unconcerned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem interjected into their simple conversation inside the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put his arms around the shoulders of both Encrid and Krais, asking with a friendly gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? Is someone picking a fight? Does it bother someone? Tell me. I’ll just give them a ‘poke’.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ‘poke’, he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wouldn’t happen. Krais thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would hold a grudge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this unit, there was a group of men considered the strongest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the barracks, they were revered and called the Madmen Platoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now a new member has been added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman wearing a mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to keep my name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A former Cultist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, well, what should we call her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve settled down after wandering the continent all my life. Please take care of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said she had been reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She claimed to have forgotten her past through death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following orders without question seemed odd. What was she thinking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais didn’t voice any more concerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would be the point?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander would do as he pleased anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Commander who had convinced the woman, who had said she should die, by cutting through the air and even singeing her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die on the battlefield, if that’s what you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a long speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood Giant quickly complied with those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll take responsibility for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take responsibility for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Cult will become our enemy. They will come endlessly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Did you come to dine with them or something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa had also come to kill. The Cult was already an enemy. They had designated Encrid as their adversary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, he spoke without any hint of concern. Did that move Teresa’s heart?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knows? Simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You will regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I won’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After such a trivial conversation, she just accepted her death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From today, the Cultist Teresa is dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the end of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battalion Commander Marcus didn’t say much either. He didn’t question whether it was right to take her. He didn’t ask if he was worried about the Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just let it be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not my problem at all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nevertheless, the Commander truly had a way with people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Krais’s idle thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was another training day. Encrid led the troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled when a Rapier Swordsman had infiltrated before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because the discipline within the unit had slackened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even a soldier who had become one of the hostages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one, Bell, will never disgrace himself like that again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having been captured once, he was now full of determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid addressed all the soldiers gathered in the training ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will make you all be reborn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thought they had endured tough training before, but it had been hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he was saying he would make them be reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ragna.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Audin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three instructors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dunbachel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beat up anyone who steps out of line.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enforcer, Dunbachel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And Teresa the Wanderer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some soldiers shuddered at the calm voice of the half-blood Giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a response filled with immense strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t complain even if you beat them half to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this, a death sentence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell felt his determination slowly fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really wanted to run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Should I retire?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered to himself. Of course, Bell wasn’t alone in this thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone felt an overwhelming urge to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, they just had to run, now they had to run with a backpack twice as heavy as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no rest from morning till evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In between, there were sparring sessions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, I’ve chosen you. You look like you’d make a good punching bag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem would grab anyone and beat them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others weren’t any different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your legs have given out, I see. Let me help you up, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t helping someone up usually done by pulling them by the arms?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he hitting them to make them stand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most soldiers preferred guard duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the only time they got to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deserting during duty was unthinkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neglecting their duties wasn’t an option either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had previously infiltrated the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had declared it unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a hostage? A hostage? A soldier taken hostage?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, Bell had been criticized left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this all because of Bell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such words circulated among the soldiers for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell, half-dead and struggling to survive, didn’t even have ears to hear the rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training and the occasional drifters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Encrid’s daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training continued as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, there were additions to his daily routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once more!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin Molsen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Count’s prodigal son who should have gone home stayed instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brotherly figure and the guard were still there too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you going back to your territory?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid, after knocking him down several times, would ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None of your business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin Molsen didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he have some purpose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter was approaching. It was the harshest season in Pen-Hanil North.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the cold wind started to blow, Edin Molsen, lying on the ground, asked, and Encrid answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have time for that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man more obsessed with training than drinking, that was Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really are a crazy bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin confirmed Encrid’s identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Edin, sprawled out, got up, someone who resembled him approached and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this the best way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think it’s one of the best options.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin responded with a faint smile to his brother’s somber words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile wasn’t very appealing with one eye swollen and bruised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the guards approached, the two fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t something to discuss in front of the guards.\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: buymeacoffee.com\u002Frevengerscans ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Additional Info: If anyone is facing the issue of payment on Ko-Fi, please contact me on[email protected]]\u003C\u002Fp>",2403,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","812af0641ae074bcbca671eeccc3ce841af43055a7e9113d02b4a41f0b3a5fbc","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-268","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-267",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]