[{"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-302":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},427827,689,"Chapter 300","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-302",302,"\u003Cp>‘Tch, throwing a tantrum at the very end, huh?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A body hardened through spirit-enhanced training and skills perfected through years of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman was no easy opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after part of his skull had been shattered, he still grabbed his spear and lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed from his wounds as he stubbornly closed the distance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until he was within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You bastard! Did you really think—I!—would go down that easily?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem couldn’t help but admire the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, this was how it should have been from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, it was a bloodbath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fight where blood sprayed with every exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear pierced through heated leather, stabbing into Rem’s thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he hadn’t twisted his leg in time, he would have ended up as Limping Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In return, his axe claimed two of the man’s fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bastard had dodged—otherwise, Rem would’ve taken the whole hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shame, but a fight was a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Rem was enjoying this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since he faced someone worth fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Heart of Might unleashed, his opponent showed strength comparable to a giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just a burst of power—this was sustained, overwhelming force through spiritual possession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can you fight like this without magic?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman was shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first surprise was Heart of Might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You damn grappler! \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept muttering to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much surprise was a sign of genuine alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem decided to play along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oi, you don’t get to say that, asshole!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grappler?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, Rem was using remnants of enhancement magic, but this bastard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was outright melding sorcery into his martial arts!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grappling? Grappliiiiiiiing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was baiting, then damn, it was well done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You motherless bastard—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My mother’s been dead for a hundred years!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, so you really don’t have a mother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The madman roared back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them bellowed at each other as they fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem felt himself being pushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just because of his opponent—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because he wasn’t the only problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krrrung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foul-smelling beast lunged at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Circling, waiting for the perfect moment to sink its fangs in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, it succeeded—clamping onto his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that very moment, the Undying Madman thrust both spears down with full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem swung his axe, dragging the wolf along as he twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smashed the descending spears, diverting their trajectory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One spear sliced deeply across his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain made tears well up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every hair on his body stood on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fractured rib.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bastard had deliberately put all his force into one strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rem didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he crushed the wolf’s skull with his fist,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he dodged the next barrage of spear thrusts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he parried, deflected, kept moving like a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sticky sensation wrapped around his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Oh, you sneaky fucker.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adhesive sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really was an old fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman had demonstrated that perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most troublesome prey was always the oldest, most experienced one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem tensed his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of magic had to be spread in a set area—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed his foot against the ground, flinging himself sideways, swinging his axe midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he cut down three more beasts that had been aiming for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be exact—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two were split from neck to chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third took a direct axe blow to the forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had been expecting another brutal exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, at the same time, he realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Undying Madman ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next attack he launched was weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even a direct strike anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another throwing spear, attached to a silk string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah, this bastard.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s excitement immediately plummeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knocked the spear aside with the flat of his axe, watching the old warrior retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The next time we meet, you will die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hah! Who do you think is actually gonna die next time, huh?!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem growled, slamming his axe down into an approaching beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature was split vertically, from head to gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch. I get it, though.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You survived until now because you ran when things got bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could chase him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could kill him right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But honestly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t worth the effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excitement had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was just annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the Wolf Bishop, the situation was entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oi! Where the hell are you going?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priest was so shocked that he couldn’t even mask his outrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wolf’s eyes reflected pure disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Teresa could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priest’s jaw dropped open in shock, causing the barely held-together wound on his head to split open again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark red blood dripped down his cheek, splattering onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman was already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a single word of apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it would have helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he apologized, the priest’s blood pressure would’ve spiked so high that his skull would have exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Bishop, it’s time to go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice behind him was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priest grimaced at the title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood a limping half-giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shield was broken in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword was cracked down the middle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastard apostate. Even in death, I will curse you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Bishop spat his final words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This should have been an easy victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come with the Undying Madman,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Bishop of the cult, himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even his soul-bound direwolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell was this outcome?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that bitch Teresa should have been an easy kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had gone wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priest didn’t sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t look to the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply muttered his final curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fucking bastards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had felt the death of his soul-bound direwolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hope left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will curse you all forever. Your flesh will rot, decay, but you will not die. The God of the Abyss shall never forgive you! And Undying Madman! You—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His last words were directed at the ally who had abandoned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That traitorous bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who should have fought by his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can rot in the river of hell, Bishop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa finally caved his skull in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pommel of her broken sword was the killing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She adjusted her blood-soaked mask, then turned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just in time to see Rem limping toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You made it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course. You think I’d leave?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dramatic gestures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No comforting words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither was in good shape, but neither was dying, either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, fuck helping each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside them, a wild horse trotted up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You fought too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hieeeng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one-eyed horse neighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem curled his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even the damn horse fought, and yet that bastard ran.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood was boiling, but his excitement had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was rare—especially against an opponent from the same people, someone who had the advantage, and yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll see you again, old man.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem swore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were witnesses to their battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy infantry and the cavalry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the mercenary leading them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Do not pick a fight with them.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn, let’s never complain about hard fights again.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attacking meant dying. That much was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them fight made that obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that big, quiet woman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t to be underestimated either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that they had ever underestimated her—but now, their entire perspective had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, if people had seen Rem and Teresa fighting like this, they would have recoiled in horror and retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had happened before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had displayed such overwhelming power that it felt… inhuman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their allies took comfort in the fact that they were on the same side—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even then, a certain distance remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They instilled fear even among their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were limping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse walking beside them looked like the only one completely fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it not been for them, everyone here might have been slaughtered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief, joy, elation, the euphoria of victory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All those emotions surged and mixed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mad Platoon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rem! The Axe-Wielding Rem!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crazy Axe Rem!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re still alive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s still alive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Immortal Rem?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What started as murmurs quickly solidified into a name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem dug a finger into his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell were they saying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All at once, the soldiers shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IMMORTAL REM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thought him dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he had returned—driving the enemy back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An upgrade from Rem the Short-Tempered Bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IMMORTAL REM! UNDYING REM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THE UNDYING MADMAN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"UAAAAAHHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the beasts had already been slain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battlefield had been the most favorable to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the remaining ones?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the death of the Direwolf and the Bishop, they scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a focal point, monsters never stuck together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers cheered as they advanced toward the center of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So damn noisy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem kept digging at his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drifting Teresa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they were chanting her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They called her what she always called herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand steadied her mask—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other, she raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an instinctive action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when she had been among the cult, she had been so cold that she could go an entire week without saying a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, things were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, she knew joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, she knew happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything looked different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Drifting Teresa.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They repeated it back, as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded nice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell are you doing? IMMORTAL REM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, clearly in a mood, called her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers echoed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IMMORTAL REM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God, this was childish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, they reached where Enkrid, Ragna, and Audin stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna looked mostly fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin… did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body was covered in minor wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left arm hung limp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broken?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just a scratch. Can’t be wasting my full strength on a damn dog. So you took quite the beating, Brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, just a few grazes. I was showing respect to my elders.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, after staring blankly at them, spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re all too weak. Dragging them around is just a hassle, Captain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why the hell did I keep that bastard alive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin simply smiled and clenched his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, it seems you long for the embrace of God.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid swept back his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing but nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he turned to Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop running off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What, why? Were you getting your ass kicked without me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re the one who got beaten.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I let him off easy since he’s an old man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Wait, so why does the fight end right when I come back? I was just about to have some fun!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s expressionless face conveyed all the disbelief he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem yelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know who I am?! This is only the beginning! Don’t you know who I am?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he raised his hand behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharpest officers caught on immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IMMORTAL REM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, once again, the soldiers roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IMMORTAL REM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jesus Christ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid smirked, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The enemy’s movements are strange.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham’s adjutant spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t even turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s his work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Who?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need for further explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon could have easily killed Viscount Tarnin earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the most effective moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would killing the enemy commander immediately end the battle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still plenty of elite mercenaries left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Enkrid and the Mad Platoon, they were nothing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by normal standards, they were far beyond regular soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they had been thinking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have justification on our side.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they retreated with Viscount Tarnin alive, they could maintain leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them even knew about Azpen’s existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they had to do was fall back, let the Border Guard fight Azpen, then launch another territorial war later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a smart move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, they set out to find the Viscount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head was already mounted on a pike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...When the hell did that fat bastard die?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the smart mercenaries was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon hadn’t even needed magical relics to erase his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had simply disguised himself in enemy armor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And observed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking for anyone who could rally the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he had gifted them all a red necklace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smart mercenary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A unique dagger—blunt on the outside, razor-sharp on the inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragged across the throat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenary barely had time to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand shot up to grab Jaxon’s wrist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blade had already drawn a red line across his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Jaxon had already killed seven of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely, his captain hadn’t died in the short time he was away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as he returned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beside him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A ghost? Quick, someone fetch a few daggers. An exorcism should do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why the hell does it feel like that stray cat bastard is talking about me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barbarian ghost grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, still serious, insisted on an exorcism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, all he got was a blessing from a madman with an axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How about you drop dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His job was done, and his captain was still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I really thought I was gonna die this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, utterly unfazed, stared at the wide-eyed soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, who hadn’t properly slept in days, smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lucky, aren’t we? Feels like the Goddess of Fortune gave us a kiss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as he spoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White snow poured down over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had started just as the battle ended—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sleet had turned into full snowfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demon dust was falling relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon and Audin both looked equally annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The captain’s a smart one, as expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, clearly irritated, muttered something about gouging his eyes out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was just small talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snowfall thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had bought time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen’s movements would be stalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they had time to recover and regroup.\u003C\u002Fp>",2362,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","b348c29c1d45a61cbf40e9cabc12499858670a5217307aaf0ef7d2b192dfdb23","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-303","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-301",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]