[{"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-26":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},427751,689,"Chapter 26","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-26",26,"\u003Cp>‘I should have dodged there.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid mulled over yesterday’s events that existed only for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No, dodging wasn’t the problem. I was too fixated on landing a single strike.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodge what needs to be dodged, strike what needs to be struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he heard time and again how crucial split-second decisions were?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From countless swordsmanship instructors, and from Rem as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What’s the use of The Heart of the Beast if you can’t make the right choices? One wrong choice, and you’re dead.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if Rem was standing next to him, snickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that bastard Rem knew, he’d definitely say that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Today, a slightly different route.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed his path every day. It was a privilege of someone who repeated the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘We’re going to catch the enemy scouts beyond this grass field. How about it?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, the scout squad leader was leading them all into ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of stopping him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, Encrid knew it was pointless to change the scouting route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter which different route they took, it was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The area is already full of ambushed troops.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy filled the tall grass field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wanted to survive, the best option was to return to where he had woken up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But that’s not possible.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doing so would be disobeying orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disobeying orders could lead to summary execution in severe cases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So should he desert and leave these nine behind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he survive by doing that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is that why I learned the sword?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knight, general, hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he swung his sword, dreaming of such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But knowing they’d all be annihilated and just leaving them behind—was that the answer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that really the best option?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone has something they can’t compromise on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid knows he is neither a good person nor a saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was something he couldn’t compromise on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some would call it conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some would call it stubbornness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Encrid didn’t care what others thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s what I’ve decided.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had lived by the standards set by others, he would have long since given up on everything and taken a leisurely position in a village vigilante group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He discarded the option of fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal was to find a way to escape today beyond that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought again. He shed blood and killed the enemy. This time, his sword broke while using it as a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was struck on the head by a spear shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world spun around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, death followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the spear blade piercing his chest or the blow to his head that caused his death, he wasn’t exactly sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cycle repeated again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He died and died again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By repeatedly experiencing life-and-death battles, he digested what he had learned in practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He revisited what he already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout all that time, Encrid kept only two things in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was how to fight better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was how to escape this today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving toward tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid knew that relentless effort was necessary for that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had survived two of today’s this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, things were a bit different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I can’t see a way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere he went was full of enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why they had so many troops ambushed in a humid, muddy land full of grasshoppers, locusts, and tall grass blocking their view, he couldn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You damn bastards.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, they are all properly trained soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are not some ragtag mercenaries fighting for money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are not conscripts dragged out unwillingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are all salaried soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And some even consider these soldiers to be elite troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a large-scale battlefield, ‘elite’ might mean something different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this kind of battlefield, professional soldiers like these are considered elite troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If soldiers who practice fighting, swinging their spears to fill their bellies, aren’t considered elite, then what soldiers can be called elite?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is troublesome.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a surprise attack, he could kill three or four of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more than that would be impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with a group of soldiers armed with crossbows behind him, fighting while fleeing was even more out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The strength to kill them all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would it be possible if he repeated this today countless times?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To gain that kind of strength?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it’s not possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew because he had tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he try to move on to tomorrow by surpassing the spearman the first time he repeated today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘There are limits to what you can learn within a stagnant time.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid knew himself well. To improve his skills and feel the joy of growth, he needed a good teacher and opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean he was wasting the repeated ‘today’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trained his hearing, practiced swordsmanship, and reviewed his battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated and repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His growth was slow, but continuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m confident in archery, but my nerves get the best of me, and my hands tremble in the chaos of battle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enri said beside him. It was something he had heard a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He claimed to have small nerves but was quite skilled with a bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you hit an apple placed on a head from a hundred paces away?””\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To lighten the mood, he made a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hundred paces is too far, but within thirty paces, I can give it a try. If you put an apple on the scout squad leader’s head, I’ll take a shot at it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad, we don’t have an apple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed, that’s a shame.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enri knew how to enjoy a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’m quite confident within thirty paces. Maybe not hitting an apple on the head, but hitting the head itself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enri added, his face quite serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can hit heads with your arrows, you could probably take out ten of the enemy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid said, glancing at Enri’s quiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flat leather quiver on his waist held about ten arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To keep it from shaking, leather straps connected the quiver to his thigh and waist, binding the ten arrows together with another strap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the strap was loosened later, it would be easy to draw the arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True to his background as a plains hunter, Enri seemed proficient in handling his bow and arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey. What are you laughing about? We’re on a scouting mission. Seriously, tsk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scout squad leader glared and clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Encrid didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this repeated ‘today’, the squad leader’s interjections were a common occurrence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It would be nice to start by taking a few out with arrows.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tough-looking soldier walking behind the squad leader signaled to Encrid with a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed to mean not to respond and to just stay quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to make a fuss, so there was nothing to argue about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then it’ll be easier to launch a surprise attack from here.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Encrid’s mind, the virtual battle continued. The information gathered from the repeated ‘today’ allowed him to vividly visualize a plausible battle in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he dies. In most cases, he will die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if there is a significant skill gap, the difference in numbers is too great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless their side had the advantage in armament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Which they don’t.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would Rem have done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no hesitation. He would have gone in with two axes in hand and swung them fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Rem’s skills, he wouldn’t be able to kill all hundred of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could kill enough and then escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was that agile and had exceptional skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s funny that such a guy is just a soldier.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem himself didn’t seem to have any complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some ways, it seemed like Encrid was the only one with ambitions in their troublesome squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like he was the only one who wanted to be more than just a squad leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the point of thinking about a squad member who isn’t here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid changed his line of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small snake slithered quickly through the short grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grass underfoot was growing taller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sign they were approaching the tall grass field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m not Rem.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pictured the virtual battle in his head again. A thought struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How skilled is the scout squad leader?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now, he had been too preoccupied to properly assess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just recognized that the leader wasn’t bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scout squad leader, the tough-looking soldier, and Enri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the rest of the scout squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts followed one after another, leading to a conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t need to protect them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enri asked, responding to the muttered words that escaped his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been stupid. Until now, Encrid had tried to get through this alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought with the idea of protecting everyone by himself, reacting passively when encountering the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he thought he had tried every possible means, but one remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A means to completely change the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid twisted his neck from side to side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was still some time before they reached the grass field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Striding forward, Encrid grabbed the shoulder of the tough-looking soldier and pulled him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier reflexively tensed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You glared at me earlier, didn’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew. It wasn’t a glare but a look asking for understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when your face is your weapon, just looking can seem like glaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, hey, that’s not—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is your tongue so long?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wham!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid swung his fist. The tough-looking soldier tilted his head back to dodge it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Are you crazy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scout squad leader asked in bewilderment from the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid ignored him and kicked at the soldier’s ankle. The tough-looking soldier dodged it too, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seemed like a perceptive guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly, I could read your annoying look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had once said that Encrid might be the best in the continent at getting under people’s skin with words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, fight me, you ugly bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, just a few words had turned the seasoned soldier’s face red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, you’re gonna get it now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid fought him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of drawing his sword, he used his fists as blades and his feet as blunt weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exchange of blows was roughly even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, to be honest, he was slightly on the losing side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He fights well.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the kingdom’s standards, he was at least at an intermediate level, possibly transitioning to advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said you were a low-ranking soldier?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier, whose face looked like he’d fail at mating repeatedly, spat blood from his split lip end asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right. Low-ranking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say you get money and other stuff when you get promoted. Why aren’t you trying that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid knew it too. He wasn’t at a low-ranking soldier’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t been low-ranking since he joined the army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just didn’t see the need to raise his rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his skills and limits clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to attach the label of a low-ranking soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, things are a bit different now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the opportunity arises, he will get promoted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s not his top priority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The criteria that distinguish third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate mercenaries, or the grades of soldiers here—what’s the importance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You fight well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid honestly admired him. Yes, he should at least be this good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skills were better than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s the type to fight even better in actual combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If given the proper chance to fight, that is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scout squad leader, watching the fight with a face turning red and blue, opened his mouth with a glare. He looked ready to pounce on Encrid at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could, Encrid spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a sparring match. Just a good warm-up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His answer was not just brazen but confidently delivered, causing the scout squad leader to falter, words catching in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was understandable that he was at a loss for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just leave it be. There’s no hard feelings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tough-looking soldier intervened to calm the scout squad leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch your mouth, troublesome squad leader. You might get in trouble because of that tongue of yours one day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s for me to deal with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid replied and turned back to his spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to him, Enri sidled up, eyeing the swollen area near his cheekbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said you were a low-ranking soldier?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it really that surprising?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several other scout squad members also glanced at Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You fought too well for that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve trained hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had put in relentless effort through the repeated ‘today’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the commotion, the scout squad leader stubbornly led them into the tall grass field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had to be something valuable hidden in there, if not a stash of gold then maybe a lover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap! Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the same sound, they realized the enemy was approaching again. A new ‘today’ was beginning. This was the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enemy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his split lip, Encrid spoke and nudged Enri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There, shoot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see Enri’s archery skills. Enri didn’t react immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like he froze at the mention of the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he never really managed to shoot his bow properly. Maybe he did have a small liver, as he claimed, because as soon as the battle started, he was busy scrambling around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, seeing him shoot a few rapid shots, it was clear his form was solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This won’t do as long as I’m just a squad member.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others needed to respond to orders, but he hadn’t established that kind of relationship with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid pondered his position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘For now, I’ll put this aside.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he repeated similar events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling and dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid repeated today a few more times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that time, he could assess the squad leader’s skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear he had learned proper swordsmanship somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll accept your challenge anytime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After engaging in a few mock fights and letting the leader win a bit, the squad leader seemed quite pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid got familiar with the leader’s habits and patterns by sparring with him a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He lacks real combat experience.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was likely why the tough-looking soldier stuck to him like a nanny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what was the relationship between them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he casually asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s the son of someone I respected a long time ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tough-looking soldier blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy was overflowing with loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire presence here was for this kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really was a nanny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A noble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you know that fallen nobles aren’t treated as nobles?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scout squad leader was a fallen noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They brushed off the rest of the conversation, and Encrid looked at the sun overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noonday sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind was moderately cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither hot nor cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the scouts wore light armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense if they needed to move quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple equipment and light armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the basic setup. Encrid reviewed the equipment, skills, and everything they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to understand everything else, too. Encrid took in everything he knew about the current situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weather, the wind, the location, the situation, allies, and enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could move all these elements actively, it would reveal a way through, like an arrow hitting its mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me here: \u002Frevengerscans ]\u003C\u002Fp>",2566,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","cccd76d850809bce0de0c4087ed5d262ac23a76f3ae8d44ac3f0c4d8009ccc79","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-27","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-25",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]