[{"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-325":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},427850,689,"Chapter 323","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-325",325,"\u003Cp>A knight’s realization could strike like lightning, but ultimately, it was the body that had to execute it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he woke up to a new day and bolted upright, Kraiss, startled, immediately asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Enkrid remained silent, staring into empty space, Kraiss kept rambling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s just your body being worn out. Rest, and you’ll be fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied absentmindedly, then revisited his realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would it work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like it would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sensation—his intuition—electrified his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why does it feel like you’re getting worse by the day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss muttered beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to dedicate ten days—and two more—to his training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to ingrain into his body the swordsmanship he had grasped within this cycle of repeating days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, who had assisted in his training, was unusually surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When did you come up with this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It just came to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So this is talent, then,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna murmured to himself, not seeming particularly curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid refined his swordsmanship, discussed it with Ragna, and engaged in light hand-to-hand sparring with Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dexterity of the fae was in a class of its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially their ability to read an opponent’s intent—it was, for lack of a better term, beyond common sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he asked about it, the answer was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a fae’s gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, too, was something worth learning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Enkrid realized he was already using a fraction of that gift himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that point on, all that remained was training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was what he excelled at the most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he did just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He honed his swordsmanship, refining and tempering it through endless repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as much as he did that, he also observed and mimicked the fae’s abilities without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although, calling it “mimicry” wasn’t quite accurate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar had generously shared his knowledge, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you twist it a little, reading emotions can resemble mind-reading. You just have to apply that to combat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above all, Shinar was remarkably articulate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Rem, Ragna, Jaxon, and Audin, he was an absolute angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, a seraph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin did attempt explanations now and then, but he was more of a learn with your body type.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, rather than explaining verbally, he preferred physical demonstrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t always a pleasant experience for the learner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, Enkrid incorporated Shinar’s explanations into his training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his Shackles of Omen proved useful once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sense of evasion—it was an instinct honed by recognizing one’s own survival impulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And where did those instincts come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what unfolded before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A culmination of sensory data flashing through his mind in an instant—this was what warned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sense of evasion was, in essence, a technique that harnessed intuition for dodging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what about the fae’s gift?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t possible to imitate their racial ability to read emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Enkrid took a different approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started with his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After learning the Isolation Technique from Audin, he had trained his eyes to assess an opponent’s skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To that, he added focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fixated on his opponent, treating them as a single point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body, conditioned by the Isolation Technique, remained prepared to move at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He concentrated on that single point, sharpening his senses like a honed blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw with his eyes and felt with his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the foundation of replicating the fae’s ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You... that thing you’re doing now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he demonstrated the technique before Shinar, the fae was surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression remained unchanged, but his pupils dilated ever so slightly—so minutely that one wouldn’t notice unless they focused with absolute precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid himself found it fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To perceive it, he had to immerse himself even more deeply, fixing his gaze upon his opponent with an intensity unlike before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having learned how to expand his One-Point Focus, he had now returned to his original method, but with even greater depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I copied it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it were something you could copy, we wouldn’t call it a racial secret.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you meet the fae clans in the future, you should show them this trick.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meet them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, before having a child, you should at least introduce yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fae world functioned similarly to a clan society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard they practiced communal child-rearing, meaning that the village itself—the homeland—was both parent and family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wouldn’t a child of a human and a fae be destined for misfortune?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine. Just surround them with love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had intended to quip back, but the counter came so smoothly that he found himself laughing instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You laugh a lot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar remarked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like he meant your smiling face looks good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid let the moment pass without much thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to focus again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fae’s secret technique, at its core, enabled them to perceive even the subtlest shifts in their opponent’s breath, movement, and micro-expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight was still human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a god—he had gaps, however small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid intended to exploit those gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My body won’t fully recover.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he had to push through with what he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to compensate for his lack, he would rely on raw strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant Heart of Might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heart of Might would drive his injured body beyond its limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The backlash—the inevitable damage to his body—was a concern he simply couldn’t afford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he worried about that, he wouldn’t survive today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once all his preparations were more or less complete, Enkrid came to a sudden realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to prolong today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, there was no reason to prolong it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this arrogance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or hubris?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or simply an illusion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t, until he faced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid passed through another iteration of today, then another, until at last, morning arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the day that needed to become yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he sat up and rubbed his face, Kraiss asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong? Not feeling well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not feeling great.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does not feeling great even mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It means I’m in pain, but I can still move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss tilted his head, watching his commander’s vacant gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he take something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that couldn’t be it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We move tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A newfound, unwavering determination flared in Enkrid’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, come on. Is there really no priest around? Your head hurts, doesn’t it? You fell headfirst off a cliff while escaping enemy lines, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss exclaimed dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this guy seriously okay?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you fall headfirst off a cliff, you die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Shinar’s factual remark didn’t make Kraiss drop his suspicious gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of responding, Enkrid moved his body briefly, then lay back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it only got weirder for Kraiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His commander, who had said he could move, didn’t get out of bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave orders here and there but barely lifted a finger himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could move, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why was the Fairy Company Captain spoon-feeding him porridge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel had tried to help, but her lack of delicacy forced Shinar to take over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he kept giving orders, so Kraiss, growing irritated, finally snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re resting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean, you’re resting like your life depends on it! What, do you have an appointment with death? We’re supposed to survive and win, so why the hell are you making people nervous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss’ instincts were blaring alarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell puts this much effort into resting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m training in the art of resting properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s dry sarcasm finally shut Kraiss up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying the right thing at the right time was a skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid was a master at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head injury and drugs. No doubt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until sunset, Enkrid rested desperately—as Kraiss had put it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the process of attaining his best possible condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the sun setting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… yeah, almost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Kraiss confirmed the time, Enkrid finally sat up at dusk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he began heating his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked his flexibility, tensed and relaxed every muscle fiber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted his gear, repositioning his sword belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his physical preparation complete, he steeled his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single blade took shape in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stared blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t quite understand why everyone was acting like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how he looked at it, he must have seemed like a lunatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was never normal to begin with, but today, he was even stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Commander, are you really sick?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss finally asked, his tone serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered with sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. But I will be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he succeeded, there was no way this would end without consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Kraiss was about to say something, the tent fabric tore apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man with an unremarkable face and brown hair stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My apologies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same opening line as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just once. That’s the least I can do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same words, spoken in the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t seeking understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for that—it was merely something he said for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had been waiting for this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s attention turned toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was time to show them what he had prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Jamal, I ask this of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you understand that this request tarnishes my honor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier struggled to find an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know why this shouldn’t be done? No, there’s no way you don’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So you’re asking me to do it despite that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Jamal’s words carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were sharp, laced with thorns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, Abnaier grit his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it wounded his pride, even if it stung, there was no avoiding this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This means your ‘request’ no longer exists.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal didn’t frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something that couldn’t be undone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean he liked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once. I will swing my sword exactly once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You understand that this is my limit, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights were bound by honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their vows and oaths dictated their actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why did they uphold such things?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just for the sake of being honorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practicality played a greater role than mere moral duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will was strength, and to maintain it, what was necessary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did one cultivate their will?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a knight who had sworn to see the world with only one eye—Sir Luper, the One-Eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that vow, her sight surpassed that of any other knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will was not something tangible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment one doubted it, it weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reinforce the unseen, a knight needed shackles—something that bound them to their conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restrictions, vows, and oaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the foundation upon which knighthood was built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oaths made their vows stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And knights clung to honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The title of knight would fade if they abandoned their honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could someone who discarded honor ever keep their oaths?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, honor was the cornerstone of their Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of the fundamental pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights had chosen to uphold it themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights fought knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, here was Jamal, breaking that rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, such ideals could not always be upheld in war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the chaos of battle, it was sometimes necessary to charge into enemy lines and cut down ordinary soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those were special circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were higher principles of honor and loyalty that sometimes took precedence over the rule that knights must only fight other knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his opponent was not a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew they were unprepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he had to cut them down anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They might as well call me an assassin-knight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he despised this task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was why he intended to finish it in a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that didn’t mean he would swing carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would strike precisely, at a level the opponent could not defend against.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was a distasteful job, this was still tied to an oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least one forced promise was removed from my list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always known he would have to do things he found unpalatable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only consolation was that this was for Azpen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal approached the enemy encampment, searching for an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many sentries they posted, it was impossible to guard every point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evading the eyes of common soldiers was a simple matter for Jamal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By spreading his Will, he could detect enemy positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside, the rest was even easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assimilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A technique that allowed him to blend his presence into his surroundings using Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sudden, excessive movements would disrupt his presence, and this trick would never work against another knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this situation, it was the perfect skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t use his personal engraved weapon for this kind of task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, as he passed by an abandoned tent, he picked up a short sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a terribly neglected weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he gripped it and scanned his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding his target was not difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just once. One strike.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would swing his sword with sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent would be unable to block it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal knew this better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was simply his way of coming to terms with the act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t, his own unease would hinder his Will’s growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No choice is truly wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steadied his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He honed his conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal prepared himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all knights were the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his days as a squire, Jamal had sacrificed much to obtain what he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among those sacrifices were the oaths he had sworn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, they were contracts rather than oaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an exchange—he did what was required of him, and in return, he received what he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tent fabric tore as he stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes scanned the people inside, and then locked onto one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face he could never forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with a messy beard and flattened, tousled hair, there was one man whose face shone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stark contrast to his own unremarkable features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My apologies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His target—Enkrid—showed neither shock nor reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t subtle, but it also wasn’t an outright attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just enough to be irritating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a hint of killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal didn’t allow his thoughts to linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a knight, he would simply fulfill his oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if this was more like a contract than a true vow, it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would do his duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already given his word—once, and only once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he had given his opponent an opening to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one person blocked him, he would retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his solemn vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight’s vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that decision made, Jamal moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first strike was aimed at the heart of the shining-faced target before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heart—that was all he would aim for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would leave the face untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the sake of the man’s comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind steeled, his conviction surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conviction became action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight’s hand moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poorly maintained short sword left its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ting, tidik!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the sound of the blade being drawn was crude and unrefined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more than enough.\u003C\u002Fp>",2567,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","4316b3cc209688ab670f84f1ca4658d7c62326b0ae4caa643589840fccec62bd","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-326","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-324",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]