[{"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-328":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},427853,689,"Chapter 326","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-328",328,"\u003Cp>It was an honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had barely survived taking a knight’s blade head-on, and while he had been bedridden for two days, his monstrous recovery ability had once again proven its worth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he wasn’t in perfect condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My grip’s still weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was a stroke of luck that his shoulder had dislocated upon impact. Had he endured a moment longer, the strain would have wrecked his entire forearm and arm muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was far from fully recovered, yet skipping the celebration wasn’t an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, rather than saying he couldn't rest, it would be more accurate to say he wouldn’t have been left alone even if he tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starting with Helma, the soldiers who had grown familiar with him arrived one by one at his tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you like some eel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the soldiers who had been cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scout officer joined in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who had grumbled at him before were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some looked awkward, unsure of themselves, but in the end, they all showed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was an honor to fight alongside you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices overlapped in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid simply stared at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had rushed in, excitement on their faces, but as he remained silent, they all fell quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared to even purse their lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silence lingered, and the cold winter wind seeped through the tent’s entrance, leaving a chill in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some soldiers felt their hairs stand on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I get too carried away back then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seems like I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers grew restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… Captain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to bear the silence, Helma spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked at him, expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to gather his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was simply speaking his mind, as he always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, he wanted to take a moment to look at each of their faces before saying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just idle words tossed into the wind—it was sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To convey that sincerity, one must see their opponent clearly, recognize them fully, and then speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had learned that from observing Krang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Enkrid did exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of his gaze brought a biting cold with it, but sincerity was more important than anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I feel the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had spoken of honor, having taken a knight’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid, fighting alongside them was a greater honor still—no, something even beyond that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could it not be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were men who had taken up their spears to protect their families, their friends, and their homes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some might have been swayed by a few krona, but that changed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, they all fought for the comrades standing beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why brotherhood existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They risked their lives to scout enemy territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the army’s eyes and hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without them, he wouldn’t have been able to fight as he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how could it be anything but an honor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that reason, he had no need to hide his respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips parted, and he spoke the words that needed to be said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was an honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, one of the soldiers smacked himself on the forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp thud rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Shit, I’m an idiot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier muttered, rubbing his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been among those who once doubted Enkrid the most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helma burst into laughter at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier, seeing Helma’s amusement, straightened up and declared with exaggerated solemnity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on, Captain, I give you permission!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The hell are you saying, dumbass?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helma grabbed him by the neck and locked him under his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier choked out a laugh but didn’t struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again, was it really right to call someone else Captain when their actual commander was right there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if reading his thoughts, a middle-aged man holding a bottle of wine chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A captain is a captain, after all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out this man was actually the commander of the battalion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he was the first to say such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wasn’t alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurat soon arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain, are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid heard him whispering to Kraiss as if they had known each other for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurat was the direct aide and bodyguard of Battalion Commander Garett.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant he should have been calling Enkrid a company commander at most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even she called him ‘Captain’ without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this exchange, Enkrid quickly grasped the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Captain, tell us a story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re dying to hear about everything you’ve done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Garett was saying this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had charged into enemy lines alone and swung his blade, shifting the tide of battle from the very first day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had gone missing, and much had happened since, but what had left the deepest impression on the soldiers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one man’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force of Enkrid’s presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain’s Blade!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who had witnessed the fight had coined the name, and from there, ‘Captain’ became his title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the medic who had fixed his dislocated shoulder, another name had started circulating as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They also call him ‘The Blade of Endurance,’ you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, ever sharp-eared, picked up on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a nickname born from sheer pain tolerance, it sounded far too grand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, “Mad Company Commander” was still the most common moniker, but these things faded quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victory celebration lasted two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, realizing the importance of rest, used the time to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, he ate, drank, and relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trout!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From seafood to roasted piglets, from wine to expensive whiskey, the feast had it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To Captain’s Blade!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To drinking till we die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garett, to Enkrid’s surprise, could hold his liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had never lost in a drinking contest before, yet Garett drank multiple bottles of strong spirits and still sang with a clear voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a one-time thing, either—some soldiers joined in like a rehearsed chorus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huzzah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world calls to us!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huzzah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They say we sell our blades for gold!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huzzah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, we sell our blades for gold!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huzzah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We are mercenaries!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huzzah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We sell our blades for gold!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huzzah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stake our lives on honor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had heard this song before, wandering across the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But never had he heard it sung so well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garett’s voice was naturally gifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If swordsmanship had a voice, it would sound like his—straight and smooth, yet powerful when it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the cries of ‘Huzzah,’ Garett finished his song and approached Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I already wrote a song about you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made Enkrid tilt his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A song? About him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll sing it for you later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garett chuckled, patting his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handsome, with an easygoing personality—he was genuinely a good man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus had placed him here for a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he thought about it, Greyham, the commander of the Border Guard, hadn’t seemed worried about betrayal either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had been the one concerned back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That worry now seemed entirely misplaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll hear it later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had drunk a few cups, they had won the battle, and he had learned something from all of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had taken a knight’s blade and spoken of honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had celebrated victory with comrades he could call brothers-in-arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that, too, was enjoyable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some soldiers, seeing him like this, whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s still human after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else would he be—a monster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just don’t get it. The Captain will party and drink, then be up at dawn for training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d bet on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s insane!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, somewhat drunk, ranted, smacking his palm against his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was probably a joke, but he was betting his manhood on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seriously?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t believe me, put money on it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, some soldiers started pooling their coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignored the first few lines of their conversation entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss’s antics were predictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to listen too closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the table, he met Ragna’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised his cup in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It Wasn’t Just for the Ferryman—It Was for Everyone, Including Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had forged a blade that pressed down with sheer force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ragna hadn’t been there, what then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid would have found his own path, somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the truth was, Ragna’s presence had shortened that journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, at this point, he understood that he needed that bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ragna ever said he was leaving, Enkrid would at least ask if he was being serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why, when Jaxon left on some errand, he had spoken as if returning was the obvious course of action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this my greed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping people around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding them close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that really the right thing to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do I need a wall to hide my own shortcomings?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an extension of the thoughts he had as a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that thought was useless now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shortcomings?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid clenched and unclenched his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was already fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body, bolstered by Regeneration, a technique derived from The Isolation Method, was recovering rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His flesh had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he wielded his blade had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mindset remained largely the same, but something within him had undeniably shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes teachers, sometimes fellow warriors standing beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the time came, he would ask them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they reached a crossroads, he would make sure to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he would tell them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That they could leave if they wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the path ahead was one where death was all but certain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I would use today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had resolved to wield even his curses as weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as before, when he had been more passive—this was a firm, proactive stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his best to survive the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there came a time when even that was out of his hands, then he would let them go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the right thing to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did not agonize over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink and be merry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere to his side, Helma had stripped off his shirt, baring his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only his torso remained covered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t he cold?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles were visible, scars running across his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re my woman now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the soldiers slurred, only to be punched squarely in the head and gut before rolling onto the ground, vomiting up his insides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, real smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For today, he cast aside pointless thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused on resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The mind needs rest just as much as the body, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Audin had said as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this single day, he cast aside all contemplation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, he thought of nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply was, existing in the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lived through this fleeting day, one that would never return, and that made it all the more precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid laughed, ate, and drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A cook, a cook, they call me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, a soldier with a knack for cooking appeared, muttering under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid played along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And why are you telling me this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come and buy my food, sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at this one’s business sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not quite at Kraiss’s level, but respectable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It would be an honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, two other soldiers—who had been watching from the side—suddenly butted in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I feel the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was an honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Were they copying him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah. They were drunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid chuckled and smacked them both on the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two groaned but grinned as they took the hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least copy it properly, idiots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite sleeping only two hours, Enkrid resumed training at dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t push himself too hard—just warmed up and got his body moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sight of him, awake and training after such a night of drinking, left some of the soldiers—who were still half-dead from hangovers—rubbing their eyes in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He drank, ate, partied… and now he’s up at dawn training? How is that even possible?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no helping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s body preferred training over not training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, of course, made a nice sum off his bet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had recovered enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still wasn’t walking perfectly, so Garett provided him with a carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before departure, Garett approached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Company Captain Enkrid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something you want to say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, men like him would pester him for stories—accounts of battles, heroic moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t difficult to indulge them, but having a middle-aged man staring at him with eager, shining eyes was a bit much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even claimed to have written a song about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still hadn’t heard it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about becoming Commander of the Green Pearl Battalion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garett made the offer lazily, leaning against the carriage and yawning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a trace of tension in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had received similar offers before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Offers that, frankly, had been far better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had turned them all down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Commander of the Border Guard, the lord of an entire fortress, had made him an offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His answer was immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garett let out a hearty laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Figured as much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m retiring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Then why the hell do you care?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because my replacement is going to suffer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced at him, silently questioning what he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garett rattled off an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Being in this position comes with a hell of a lot of pressure from the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus is keeping them off my back for now, but who knows how long that’ll last?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And honestly, the way things are going, we’re looking at a situation that’s not so different from a pack of rabid dogs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he saying what he thought he was saying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re implying a civil war?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss cut in from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, it was a conversation meant for only two, but Enkrid was able to pick up on some of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defeating Azpen had been good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it might have set something else in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wasn’t something to worry about immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Enkrid didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, he was preoccupied with something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Digesting the weight of what had settled inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant he would be half-asleep in a carriage on the way back to the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Captain himself seemed indifferent, Kraiss shrugged it off as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t an issue for today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, familiar faces greeted him first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drifting Teresa welcomes her Captain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, how was your journey?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid let out a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was home.\u003C\u002Fp>",2433,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","826093b8433825ce3cad62e2502a9ef609c2dfde8aa1a89a4a092691234ce5f8","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-329","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-327",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]