[{"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-309":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},427834,689,"Chapter 307","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-309",309,"\u003Cp>The most foolish commander in the world, Jaxon, stood just behind the vanguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was fixed on Enkrid, who was leading the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, what should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed the enemy soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be more precise, he read the entire enemy force through his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to see everything with his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His trained senses allowed him to judge the enemy's strength just by hearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unhesitant steps, confident shouts, the speed of their approach, and their calm gaze amidst it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, analyzing his opponents in his own way, distinct from Audin's, slid his sword between the ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long blade emerged from his waist, thrusting forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill them all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it was a heavyset soldier wielding a warhammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hammer, with a weight at its end, struck one of his allies' shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the hit, the hammer bounced back with the elasticity of a spring, and the soldier recovered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a swift motion, Jaxon’s blade pierced the soldier’s belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It thrust in deep and quickly retracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else, it was just a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the shield, a cold gaze watched the enemy soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a swift motion, the sword, curving like a serpent, sliced the soldier's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a technique Jaxon had roughly interpreted from observing Enkrid's sword technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It resembled a technique for a short blade, but it was different from Enkrid’s signature move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"0|... Grrr...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had been about to speak collapsed, clutching his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he bled foam or not, both allies and enemies stepped over the soldier who had dropped his hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon continued to repeat the same actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiding among his allies, he would stab once, then retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His targets were only the elite soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few, those whose deaths couldn’t be assured in one strike, he left alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon did his job thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own soldiers didn’t notice anything, but some of the commanders felt an unusual flow in the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why does it feel like we’re winning?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the allied platoon commanders asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t the overall strength still evenly matched?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why were they winning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did it matter now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fight! Push forward!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander did his job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted until his throat was hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay together, don’t scatter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The continent’s infantry battles were basically chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more they grouped, the better their chances; if they spread out, it was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both sides fought in similar ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Guard reserve army, which had come for reinforcements, was also fighting fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move to the side! Don’t let those bastards get away!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t kill me with pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pain only makes me stronger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Strength!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had survived the previous battles were all seasoned veterans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their unit was far more experienced than the one stationed at Green Pearl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood firm against the enemy’s attempt to curve right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s the Grey Dogs!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Persistent bastards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s unit was notorious even among the allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were executing a flanking maneuver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Guard reserve army was holding them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mad bastards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grey Dogs were indeed the Grey Dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the Border Guard reserve army outnumbered them, it seemed like they were being pushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were those rampaging at the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid continued to strike with his long sword, and Jaxon hid among the Green Pearl troops, picking off the skilled soldiers and those giving orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, they would have been overwhelmed by Azpen’s strong forces, but somehow, the balance shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna fell behind Enkrid’s left flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to deal with one enemy at a time and do his part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, swinging his sword, was starting to feel a sense of purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t felt any desire to fight for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he needed a trigger to act with enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was the type to get started slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was in the middle of this when he felt a murderous intent from the left, and just as he sensed it, metal flew past his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna tilted his head back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely managed to avoid it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was slow to react due to his warmed-up body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, whether late or not, his body instinctively reacted to the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered as the blade grazed his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leather helmet that had covered his face was sliced by the sharp blade, falling in tatters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You avoided that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had thrust his sword stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna immediately recognized him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A skilled fighter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he himself wasn’t aware of it, he felt a strange sense of excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had longed for a challenge like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood, the life-and-death battle—this was what Ragna had craved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to find a way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no reason to get lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chasing the retreating man’s back was all he needed to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna threw off his uncomfortable helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few steps, an enemy soldier with a short sword stood in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had wounded him earlier had surely retreated to the rear, where his allies were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ragna pursued him, he would be entering the enemy lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy soldier reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna reacted even faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he moved forward, he thrust his sword, pulled it out, and struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clean strike pierced the soldier's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the momentum of the spear thrust, the body leaned forward and collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the man fell, Ragna quickly cut down five more soldiers and broke through the enemy lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a reckless charge, but it caused the enemy’s formation to fall apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, the allied commanders nearby once again felt that the battle had strangely become easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy, isn’t it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan for a rearward advance, preparing for a retreat, seemed futile now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fight! Kill them all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The formation had long since fallen apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In chaotic battles, killing more meant gaining the advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The platoon commander knew this well, and he kept shouting without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had already spread as a battle cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Allies are being pushed back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the adjutant's words, Abnaier laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since things were going as planned, how could he not laugh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s exactly as I thought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adjutant bit his lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t understand this strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't success almost the same as failure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll be the infamous fool who killed a thousand soldiers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mag...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The genius’s voice was clear and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adjutant lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, there was no stopping him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, show me what you’ve been hiding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kreis watched the movements of the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would do something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Enkrid was rampaging like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Jaxon, the enemy’s momentum had been shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meantime, Ragna, though lost, was still fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t the end, is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had kept Sinar and Dunbakel as trump cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One never reveals all their moves until they’ve seen all of the enemy’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"King’s Eyes, I want to fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel, with his hand on his scythe’s handle, poked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I a dog?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar stood silently beside them, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try to stay as calm as the Fairy Company Commander.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm a beastkin, not a fairy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he soothed Dunbakel, Kraiss's gaze never left the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overall battlefield was maintaining an odd balance, but in the smaller clashes, their side was steadily gaining ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, all these small victories would accumulate into complete domination of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the picture Kraiss had painted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't let the variables remain just that—he turned them into a force that influenced the entire battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the enemy made a move, he had already planned for a strategic withdrawal to buy time. But so far, there had been no need for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the situation up to now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why was Azpen just watching?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why wasn't he playing his hidden card?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was definitely there—something that hadn’t been revealed yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, why had he advanced so sluggishly and deliberately started the battle at the very end of winter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is there no hidden gambit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is he just an idiot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Messenger incoming!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A runner was sprinting toward them from the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had deliberately pulled Nurat, who led a keen-eyed and swift-moving unit, back to the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garrett was left in the command tent as a symbolic figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the one actually leading the Green Pearl Battalion in combat was Nurat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had sharp eyes and a quick mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just when they needed it, she had done exactly what was required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A portion of the enemy forces is flanking us! Their numbers aren't insignificant!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the report reached Kraiss, a map formed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He visualized the terrain, the trajectory of the enemy’s movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was their objective?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were targeting their rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them might have already slipped past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To the rear!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel and Shinar moved immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to counter the card their opponent had played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A second flanking force has been spotted!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Abnaier clapped his hands together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing ever went entirely according to plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield was a living, breathing entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if one focused on a singular goal—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That could be achieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield was ruled by an elite few.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier knew that well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what if they simply eliminated those elites?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Geniuses weren’t unlimited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were finite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many true prodigies existed in an era?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The limited number of knights in existence was proof of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacrificing one battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winning the war would make it worthwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he became known as the greatest butcher in history, the most foolish commander to have ever lived, Abnaier would laugh in the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are we ready?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Proceed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adjutant nodded and withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Kraiss had predicted, Abnaier had dispatched part of his cavalry to target the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enemy forces incoming!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Guard, naturally maintaining their vigilance, spotted them early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, who had been grumbling all day, suddenly sprang up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news was enough to make him forget about the cold in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if a long-lost lover had returned after ten years, he wouldn’t have been this excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, if you're too hasty, you'll step in a puddle and soak your shoes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin stepped in behind him, offering words of caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then maybe you should leave your club behind before you start lecturing me, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, Brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of the War God grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a fitting attitude for a man determined to kill everyone in his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa had also been about to stand, but she caught sight of Audin’s gaze and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound she’d suffered while killing the Wolf Bishop was still severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting in her current condition would only destroy her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin wouldn’t allow that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister, you stay here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa was deeply reluctant, but she held herself back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as excited as Rem, Audin rushed out to meet the enemy—but their expectations weren’t met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an attack on the fortress, the number of cavalry present was pitifully small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And rather than charging in, they lingered at a distance, hesitating as if waiting for the right moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem waited for two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These bastards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy didn’t engage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They only wasted time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of Abnaier’s tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, Marcus had played a similar move against Azpen, feinting toward Cross Guard and dealing them a massive blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the circumstances were different, the results were nearly identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier had shackled the Border Guard in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so few cavalrymen, they couldn’t breach the walls, nor could they disrupt supply lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, Azpen’s cavalry were the ones in greater need of supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their numbers weren’t even significant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon closer inspection, Rem realized that each rider had two or three horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pathetic attempt to make their forces seem larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do these fuckers have nothing better to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It left Rem thoroughly frustrated, but Abnaier had gotten exactly what he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had temporarily blocked the reinforcements coming from the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had bought himself time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for Abnaier, that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther caught the scent of magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fairly high-tier spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She followed the trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, she climbed a small hill until she saw the gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One among them snapped his eyes toward her, locking onto her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Gallaph, the man who had seized control of the river’s flow and carved his name into the world of spellcasters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short brown hair, an elegant face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His true age was unknown, but he had looked the same for the past ten years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said that he had drunk from the River of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was just a rumor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther stared at him, her expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They said you were broken by a curse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gallaph’s voice carried his surprise as he took in Esther’s human form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said nothing, merely watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had tracked his magical signature here by pure chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flow of mana, the traces of his prepared spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it fate? The guidance of the stars?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t believe in gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only believed in herself and the world of magic she had built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only thing worthy of her faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Gallaph’s apprentices stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gallaph was famous for raising numerous disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At present, he had six under his wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gallaph dismissed them, his gaze fixed on Esther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell just by looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hasn’t completely lifted the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witch wasn’t at full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Witch of Strife.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gallaph spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you here to fight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His apprentices could handle their prepared mission even without him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for him to personally intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likewise, he had no particular reason to fight the witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther didn’t know exactly what they were doing here, but she knew one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a threat to her den.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, why would a mage of this caliber be present?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The den she resided in—Enkrid himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic was a danger to that man as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had gained something by staying in this den.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this much, at least, she had to protect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drumuller’s Scythe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of answering, Esther recited the spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vacuum-slicing spell materialized in the air, tearing through space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of her signature incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Vartan’s Shield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue barrier flared up, blocking the scythe’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier rippled like waves on water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Separated by the shimmering blue dome, the two spellcasters opened their domains of magic.\u003C\u002Fp>",2459,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","c77bb5c8a40e4babef224fbb12677f130ac2441116a4173f2e97b332881a0a7a","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-310","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-308",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]