[{"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-319":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},427844,689,"Chapter 317","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-319",319,"\u003Cp>As his body sought recovery, Enkrid continued to push through, grinding himself against the cycle of today, repeating it over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel and Shinar moved swiftly, dealing with the enemy cavalry attacking from the rear, clashing in a brutal fight against the enemy forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, having found an opportunity, excitedly babbled about brown excrement again, while Jaxon remained busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hmm.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in a long while, he caught a familiar scent of his kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an actual smell—his heightened senses had blurred and merged, stimulating his sixth sense, allowing him to feel the scent rather than detect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent footsteps. A blade closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he sensed materialized in his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon slipped away from the formation, weaving between soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The approaching group had recognized him as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the ones known as the Assassin Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Founders of Montaire's Swamp, Azpen’s assassin guild—and the true masters of the guild itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the nominal guild leader, these three assassins were the real ones in control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of them was supremely confident in their abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they identified Jaxon, they moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That one's sloppy. Let’s kill him and move on.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single glance, their intent was exchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon deliberately leaked his presence, let out faint sounds, and lured them in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent invitation to strike, as if he were a warrior adept at such fights but ultimately weaker than them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Three.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon gauged their numbers by the faint traces of bloodlust pursuing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dancing with the grace of a temptress, he led them away from the friendly forces, each movement deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three assassins, fully ensnared by the act, followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a soldier from the allied ranks staggered out of formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An older man, helmet awkwardly jammed onto his head, clutching a spear to his chest as he fell forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An oddly attention-grabbing soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fall was theatrical, crashing onto his knees with a thud, followed by an exaggerated yelp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding soldiers—friend and foe alike—instinctively turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ridiculously enough, he was somehow wearing a Border Guard uniform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without looking, Jaxon already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old soldier hadn’t actually fallen onto his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had clapped his gloved hands against the ground to create the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Jaxon felt the blade flying toward him from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A needle-thin sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon mimicked the old soldier’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feigning shock, he pitched forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stumble was just clumsy enough to pass as that of an incompetent recruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You idiot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The allied commander behind him roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his perspective, Jaxon had broken formation, and the enemy had struck at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he had barely dodged in time, it looked as if he had simply been careless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the commander was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jaxon didn’t drag the fight out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fought far too many battles of this kind to bother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he fell, he had already thrown a silent throwing dagger—the Voiceless Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old soldier raised a hand to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger embedded itself like a flower planted in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You blocked it, huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon muttered indifferently, half-bent over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes, calm and unreadable, met the old soldier’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gaze armed with sheer detachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson ring glowed faintly around his pupils, deep reddish-brown filling their depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin trembled at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them yanked the dagger from his pierced hand and flicked his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Kill.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent hand signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was instinctive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep sense of foreboding had crept down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, the other two assassins moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poisoned daggers flew, and a cloud of venomous smoke erupted at Jaxon’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The allied commander, who had initially intended to save what he thought was a hapless recruit, froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recognized Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t some fumbling recruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon had wanted him to see his face—to ensure he wouldn’t interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the commander had no way of knowing that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, if he moved now, he would only die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t Jaxon’s problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had deliberately distanced himself far enough that no allies would be caught in the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using a soldier as a human shield would have made the battle much easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn’t done that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had, Enkrid—their commander—wouldn’t have looked kindly upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid would hate something like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why the hell am I even worrying about this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon felt his metaphorical blade dull ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean his skills had dulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shh-shhhk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade whistled through the air, wires of steel tightening like a snare around his ankles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon saw it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And dodged everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His monstrous senses were unparalleled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had taught these techniques—how to predict movement, how to read intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, through sheer effort, had surpassed even the senses of the Fae.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassins, realizing their mistake, tried to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon hunted them down, one by one, slicing open their throats or planting daggers into their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the fight ended, they had strayed far from the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither enemy nor ally had witnessed the duel properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they had, all they would have seen was flashes of steel, darting too fast to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit... Are you one of Geor Dagger’s?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last assassin—the one disguised as the old soldier—spat out the words as he lay dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was one of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would knowing change anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bast—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dribbled from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would have lived a little longer if he hadn’t pulled out the dagger buried in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jaxon saw no reason to prolong his suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He yanked the dagger free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin, in a final act of defiance, spat a needle from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sliced through the air—aimless, useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he not lower his guard even a little?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of the assassin’s attitude, Jaxon remained unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched impassively as the man trembled in his final moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own wounds ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The signs of poison were unmistakable—his skin bubbled black where it had touched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deadly toxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not lethal to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he examined his wounds, the assassin died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost as a habit, Jaxon rifled through the corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found needles, poison dust, smoke bombs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tattoo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single emblem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black lily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the traces he had been chasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected to find it on an Azpen assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon stared at it, expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he couldn’t just ignore this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant, for a while at least—he would have to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘For a while?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought caught him off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had assumed he would return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That realization left a strange feeling in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had he last had a home, a place of rest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A place to return to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What an indulgent notion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, separate from his thoughts, he felt a firm conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he would come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Enkrid—whatever he was—was someone worth watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone he simply couldn’t look away from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I should at least say something before I go.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple report should be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief leave of absence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid repeated the cycle of waking up and going back to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew better than anyone that when injured and in pain, eating well and resting were the most important things. So he did just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than anything, every time he opened his eyes, he was starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body, built through the Isolation Technique, demanded sustenance for recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was a very strong demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demand boiled down to a single, undeniable truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so hungry it felt unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is there anything to eat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the first thing he said the moment he woke up, barely alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh? Oh, yes! Please wait a moment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military medic, standing by his side, bolted out of the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned, he was carrying a bowl of thin porridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will feed you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms were tightly wrapped in bandages for whatever reason, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t lift a spoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snatched the bowl and spoon away, downing the meal in an instant. The medic hesitated before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shouldn’t eat so quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before learning the Isolation Technique, his digestion was one of his strengths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you didn’t want to die, learning how to eat and sleep properly was a necessity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No skills, no stamina?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’d die a miserable death as a mercenary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He figured that, if not iron, at least he could probably digest dirt at this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, eating well and shitting well are the basics of life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Isolation Technique was a method of constructing the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just about toughening the exterior, but refining the internal system as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That naturally included methods for eating and resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ate well and closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to get proper rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how things were—eat, sleep, repeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he briefly opened his eyes, Jaxon was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dried blood clung to his hair, his expression anything but normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of dirt and blood lingered, assaulting Enkrid’s senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the battle had ended, Jaxon had disappeared without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where had he gone? And what had he been doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be away for a bit,” Jaxon said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I tell you not to go, will you stay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nothing more than idle curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, he wouldn’t have bothered to ask, but he was still half-asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at the question, Jaxon’s expression didn’t change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knew it without needing an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go, then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every soldier in his unit had things they wouldn’t compromise on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t know what that was for Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew that such things existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he respected that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren’t just his subordinates; they were the ones who had brought him this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had built his today upon their skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jaxon met his eyes, Enkrid added one last thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not bad with directions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a humorless reply, but it was a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they exchanged humor as their farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, exhaustion swallowed Enkrid whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm sleeping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he woke up again, Jaxon was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, it had been dawn when he first woke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, when he opened his eyes, Shinar was holding a spoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The otherworldly beauty of the elf was still expressionless, holding out the spoon, silently urging him to open his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to feed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her intentions were crystal clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you not busy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this elf even doing here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My fiancé just came back from the brink of death. This much is expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elven joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, feeling too tired to argue, he opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Shinar actually shoved the spoon into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should I chew it for you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who chews porridge before feeding it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's the thought that counts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The elves must have a rather promiscuous society.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you insulting me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not really.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm the only one like this. And only with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid still wasn’t used to elven jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was the best he could do at adapting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shall I prepare an elven meal next time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar asked, still expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are the ingredients?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen Frokk eating insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A green porridge filled with high-quality fiber.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the taste?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Truly divine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll pass.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how he thought about it, it seemed like it would taste absolutely terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he really liked the porridge he was eating now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finely ground meat and onions mixed in, seasoned with aromatic spices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who made this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was damn good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since returning the previous evening, he had spent most of his time lying down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had slept through nearly the entire day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waking up only briefly to send Jaxon off, eat porridge, and catch a glimpse of Ragna sleeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Dunbakel had come by to grumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The fight was too bland this time. I could’ve fought even better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why was he telling him that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, yes, I know you fight well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even just watching you get beaten up by Rem is proof enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll do even better next time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he keep saying that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eat, sleep, recover—over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body demanded it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was barely any time spent awake, so he didn’t even have the luxury to reflect on the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one point, he briefly wondered where Jaxon had gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no point in knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had no desire to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was something he needed to be told, Jaxon would have told him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid focused on eating, drinking, and resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this something you take seriously?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he woke up briefly, a female soldier asked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid blinked twice, recalling her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Helma.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, another soldier—the so-called ‘Master of Seasonings’—stood, his head and shoulders wrapped in bandages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also one more standing awkwardly to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s with the secrecy? You surprised us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helma commented, and the bandaged soldier nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—I have committed a grave sin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third soldier suddenly slammed his forehead to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bit of dust kicked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I spoke carelessly…!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, forget it. It’s in the past.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid waved it off without a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t even know who I was. If anything, that means I deceived you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N-no! That’s not—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had been running his mouth about how real warriors should charge forward in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What caught his attention instead was the bowl beside Helma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The savory aroma reached his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was hungry again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘At this rate, I might as well have a god of beggars living in my stomach.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, his body was simply responding to the loss of blood, demanding recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His physique had already become something optimized for regeneration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Audin saw this, he would’ve been proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, they say the ground hardens after the rain. Once you heal, you’ll be stronger. Let me break your leg for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would’ve made some savage joke without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought nearly made Enkrid laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His men—every single one of them—pretended they weren’t interested in joking around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, they always found a way to joke with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, especially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Rem saw him now, what would he say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? You hurtin’? Mind if I poke at it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something like that, no doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barbarian bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was getting cursed out for no reason, despite doing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this very moment, he was probably just digging his pinky into his ear, completely unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spaced out for a moment, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Helma lifted the bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Would you like some?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid instinctively opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t until the porridge was in his mouth that he realized—he could eat by himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was getting used to being fed, thanks to Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it felt awkward to suddenly switch back after already accepting it once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One spoonful, then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taste was different this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft beans and rich meat melted together in each bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I used well-boiled chicken and beans,\" the bandaged soldier explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Master of Seasonings was also a damn good cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is delicious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked slightly embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to feed you too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third soldier blurted out something insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he lost his mind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you out of your damn mind?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helma preemptively shut it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good job, Helma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had only woken up for a little while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating and lying still, he felt drowsy again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body still demanded recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he was dozing off, he faintly heard Helma’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was an honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid only nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleep overtook him once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m putting in a transfer request. I want to fight by your side.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier who had been running his mouth earlier spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he transferred or not was his own business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before sleep overtook him completely, he faintly heard Ragna’s voice nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What, you're not going to feed me too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helma’s reply came without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your arms seem to be working just fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, Enkrid’s arms were working just fine, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his dream, he found himself wielding a sword with his toes, entirely without arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna appeared, asking what the hell he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t have arms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a ridiculous dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eat, sleep, repeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the next afternoon, Kraiss arrived with an update.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Azpen's forces are pulling back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good news.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Though, whether they're planning something else is another matter entirely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suspicion was written all over Kraiss’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he was staring at someone who had just stolen his krona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he think they had just suffered a loss?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t bother to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply closed his eyes and went back to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two straight days of rest, he could finally move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You recovered quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, upon seeing him up, was genuinely surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, her face remained as expressionless as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of body did he even have, to be on his feet already?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal person wouldn’t have just been half-dead from that kind of injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would have been completely dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the ointment she given him turned out to be some kind of miracle cure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had heard of a concoction made with holy water, poured with divine blessings to heal wounds instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ointment made with the elves' secret methods contained no such divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you sneak in some special medicine without telling me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What nonsense are you talking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deeming it a pointless remark, Enkrid ignored her and focused on checking his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let's see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his normal state was a ten, then right now, he was at about a five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body wasn’t fully healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no longer any reason to lie around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was getting restless.\u003C\u002Fp>",3027,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","0601a64679b64fdc69b66647005cb298ebc7a0b2eab0485139bdd7307b267e47","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-320","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-318",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]