[{"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-318":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},427843,689,"Chapter 316","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-318",318,"\u003Cp>Worry, ignorance, despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had been chasing Enkrid gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander, who had been at the forefront, could not speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adjutant, standing beside him, spoke quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We've lost him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It couldn't be helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thrown the rope, thinking it was the last chance, but it was cut by sheer force, and the target had escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was superhuman strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that wasn't the end of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he were immune to fatigue, he kept running forward, forward, without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A madman had no need to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never stopped running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that, no one had the courage to chase anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The target never stopped, always moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, running and walking continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, the orders from the commander began to dwindle, and his steps slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had completely escaped the trap set by Abnaier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Grey Dogs stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander of the Grey Dogs stared blankly at the trace of the vanished man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had they gone beyond the encirclement, but they had even entered the enemy's lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they pursued further, they would be met with a counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Abnaier, Abnaier.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander of the Grey Dogs repeatedly muttered the name of the man who had claimed he would take full responsibility for everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn't he said that it didn't matter if every soldier died, just to capture that one elite soldier?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, call me a fool in the future, if you will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go ahead and call me an idiot who sacrificed a thousand soldiers just to capture one elite soldier!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier's impassioned speech echoed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had all died, what would he have said then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of the soldiers hadn’t died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, only a small number had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two sorcerers, a few mercenaries, two swordsmen from the Hurrier family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of regular soldiers lost was minimal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had evaded them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had carved out an impossible, almost unacknowledgeable escape route that anyone would refuse to admit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander of the Grey Dogs accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘We can't catch him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that was left was the report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they really sacrificed a thousand soldiers just to kill him and end up as tragic losers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier couldn't even achieve that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been denied even that chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier acknowledged that something had happened with Galaph and Jun-Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They haven't arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking far off toward the battlefield, his adjutant Nilf lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this, Abnaier had staked everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a gamble against the king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The end was near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about those who claimed they could assassinate him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had sent out those who weren’t afraid to fight in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're not responding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’ve either fled... or...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’ve been taken down,\" Abnaier muttered coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flee? Impossible. They couldn’t run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were people who could destroy an entire clan with just a gesture from Abnaier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant... they had been taken down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By whom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been perfectly outplayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahahaha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t feel a sense of despair, then he wasn’t human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is the world against me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Has the goddess of luck turned her back on me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is it that I’ve missed something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did I miss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm words were daggers he was driving into himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nilf couldn’t know what Abnaier didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nilf kept silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were in the commander's tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just the two of them, alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier sat down next to the brazier, lowering his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hot flames scorched a few hairs on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crackling of fire echoes as sparks flew from the brazier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of those sparks landed on Abnaier’s face, but he didn’t seem to notice the sting as he lost himself in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pondered over his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it really all a curse? Should everything be blamed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or should he just accept it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should he accept?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should he accept?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it that luck didn’t favor him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it wasn’t luck, how had he escaped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happened to Galaph and Jun-Knight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the ones he had sent to intercept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the second contingency to capture the elite forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that plan had been cut short before it even began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they only captured a few of the most noticeable ones in the enemy lines and returned, only to be captured in return?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could that really happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Ayah?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galaph, who grasped the river?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what happened to those assassination clans?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had planned to take down an enemy commander, but there had been no disturbance on the enemy side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had disappeared without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could that be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Did they send a knight from Naurillia?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nilf!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his mouth opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was it a knight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red cloak? Cyphrus?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier called out the names of those infamous in Azpen, but it was meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nilf’s most important task was to survey Naurillia from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t send out a knight right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nilf’s voice was softer than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier closed his mouth again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind searched for possibilities, but would there ever be an answer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, if Abnaier didn’t know that Enkrid was repeating today, he would never have understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier rubbed his forehead with both hands, letting out a big sigh before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clean defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the possibilities, there was so much more the enemy could have done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had grown to knight rank in the middle of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps they had always been knights without anyone realizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that case, it was inevitable what happened to Galaph and Jun-Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the conclusion of what had happened with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassination clan had been outplayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the fairies intervened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard that there were fairy warriors in the enemy ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, no matter how skilled they were, it shouldn’t have been easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, let’s assume they had some hidden talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid, Enkrid, Enkrid...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier repeated the name three times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had slipped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could anyone do such a thing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could’ve been born lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if not...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A genius of intuitive judgment.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A commander who moves with instinct, not intellect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard of such people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never thought such a person could exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intuition is the sum of experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You cannot strategize based solely on feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe, you could be lucky and feel the flow of military discipline once or twice, but to rely on intuition, you must know something first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then does intuition become a valid judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, you need experience to feel that sense of foreboding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the enemy was a late-blooming genius, not a commander who’d been through battles his whole life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the oldest veterans would find it impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you were a veteran who had been through a thousand battles, you could still capture and kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t just give up and say it’s impossible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had used all the moves he had, but still, he had something left to gain by putting his life on the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will you use it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nilf asked, knowing the answer, and Abnaier nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s something I started. I have to finish it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he brought in the wizard and Jun-Knight, Abnaier had unwittingly gathered unexpected allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, using them now would mean admitting his own defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned to the Kingdom, the arrows of blame would be waiting for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t be able to maintain the same position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be lucky if he wasn’t executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he couldn’t end it in defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ve never lost this badly before.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of his plans had succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had his plan originally been?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priority was to reduce the enemy’s main forces, represented by their elite troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first target was Enkrid, and the second was his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I didn’t expect Ayah to fail.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some ways, they were more accurate than Frokk’s talent detection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes that ‘Will’ had given her could see through the strength of others at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to those eyes, she had earned the nickname ‘Ayah, who never fights a losing battle.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She herself had walked around calling herself Azpen’s greatest beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And now Ayah is down?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, something that could not be understood, yet had to be forced into comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not stop here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun-Knight Ayah had gone to kill her target and succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galaph was kept as a trump card for future contingencies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid would be captured and killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the ultimate goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that wasn’t even the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was more to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought of throwing away a thousand soldiers just to kill one enemy soldier wasn’t meant to be the conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were secondary objectives as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What a shame, what a shame.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this battle, Azpen could have at least regained access to Green Pearl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the plan gone as expected, it could have been so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strategy was meant to capture the enemy’s elite forces, but now it had become useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remained now was either stubbornness or lingering regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier couldn’t tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was it twisted?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Enkrid’s question, Ragna pulled up his sleeve, which had been hastily wrapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s twisted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he could just keep pushing through, could he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that how it worked?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Audin had broken something, but he too said it was twisted, and Ragna, despite having a wound that looked nearly fatal, still spoke that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a proper treatment; it was an injury that should have rendered the arm unusable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Enkrid himself wasn’t in a good state either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My whole body’s twisted now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, looking at himself, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna didn’t laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, who had been below, made a sound of disbelief, a sharp \"krrr.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid tried to joke, but then turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no trace of those they had been chasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they slipped away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no longer the ominous feeling that had been hanging over him, no more the sharp sense of foreboding that had pierced his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, what should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he feel relieved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was time for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yaaaah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cheer of some kind could be heard from far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a booming female voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narrowing his eyes, Enkrid saw Dunbakel running toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel was covered in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her white fur was soaked with it, making her look like a crimson beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White and dark red mixed together in a mottled pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Like a spotted cat.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had an idle thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was charging toward him as if running at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her, the movement of their allies could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Kraiss, who had finally sent the army, they were in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fiancée, is this how it’s going to be when I turn my eyes away?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Dunbakel came Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lightly kicked the ground and jumped, moving at a surprisingly fast pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the fairy-like agility she was known for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She approached and spoke, and only then did Enkrid realize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Tomorrow.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day was drawing to a close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long, stretched-out sun cast long shadows beneath the hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light that had shone on all things was fading beyond the western horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orange-tinted sunset spoke of a different day than yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid took in the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had survived, fought hard, and was now ready for tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what was going on with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could know for sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the battalion soldiers had seen Enkrid fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew that at the front, he alone had cut through the enemy lines, swinging his sword like a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Enkrid, stuck in the curse of repeating today, it was an ancient event, but for them, it had only happened a day or two ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheer tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a song of praise for the hero who had pierced through the middle of the enemy and returned alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the trivial slogans came along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt all of it as distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like the sounds were growing farther away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was that? His body was starting to lean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then someone beside him supported him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncharacteristically, Ragna placed her shoulder against his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke to Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the sunset behind them, the two injured men leaned at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna wasn’t in any condition to walk either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Making it this far was impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Growl.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther shook her head from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like she was calling them foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, too, was exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were so many skilled sword users on the enemy side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a life-or-death escape, but she was definitely worn out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it wasn’t to the point where she would collapse from walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel lifted Enkrid onto her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft fur of the beastkin supported Enkrid’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow, you're soft.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid muttered, his mind hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you take some medicine or something while fighting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned around again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy in the distance, beyond the hill, could not approach any further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I could carry you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, who had followed closely, said something, but Dunbakel ignored her and kept moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, who had been staggering while trying to support herself, collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several soldiers nearby took care of Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that she had even been walking this far didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was scarcely any part of her that wasn’t injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waaah-?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheer quickly died down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t chasing the enemy, but when they saw those returning in one piece, it seemed miraculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quick-witted soldiers immediately sprang into action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clear the way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Inside!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Medic!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers each did their part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander stepped forward and directed the movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid and Ragna walked into the ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, trailing behind, noticed Enkrid’s condition and silently shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like he had crossed more than a few lines between life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From outward appearances, it seemed that Ragna was more injured, but in reality, Enkrid was in worse shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were fractures and dislocations in several parts of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he had pushed himself to his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean Ragna was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther didn’t care about Ragna, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the sun setting, treatment was available within the camp, and Garrett, who had a bright-eyed expression, helped with the care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though technically, it was care, the real purpose was something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your mouth’s fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must have some interesting stories to tell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to hear his tales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, who had been listening beside them, held onto his years and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think we need to learn how to respect the wounded who led us to victory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like she was about to smack him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garrett, quick to catch on, responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nuat, I messed up, didn’t I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuat, always the one to watch his back, immediately answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, and if it goes on like this, my superior might change.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would it change?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he dies, it will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she dragging him around for a joke?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, wrapped in bandages, watched the two jokers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me next time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garrett left, saying that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Focus on your treatment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar stood beside him, seemingly deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you not going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m tired.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me just watch you sleep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fairy humor still hadn’t become familiar to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid slowly let go of his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning with cheers, honestly, his memory of it was spotty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had pushed his body hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entered the medical tent, ate a little, applied ointment and herbs, and then lay down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like heat was rising all over his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If strength of body was a measure of pride, he would be second to none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his eyes closed, he saw a dark river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the ferryman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The first is worry, the second is ignorance, and the third is despair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid couldn’t understand what it meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the ferryman seemed heavier than usual, and Enkrid, exhausted, didn’t even move his lips in his 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