[{"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-329":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},427854,689,"Chapter 327","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-329",329,"\u003Cp>A roar erupted behind Rem, Teresa, and Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural. News from Green Pearl’s garrison had swept through the Border Guard like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hero who had defeated the Black Blades, cultists, and Azpen had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would have been stranger if there hadn't been cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid saw something like flower petals falling above him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not many—just a scattering of dry petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spotted the ones who had thrown them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few children and some women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One child and one woman in particular looked familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child's eyes sparkled as they stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t they say they wanted to be an herbalist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it was winter, they must have searched for flowers that bloomed despite the cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They must have found them, plucked them, dried them carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much effort must have gone into this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above his head, white and pink petals drifted down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren’t many, but the sincerity behind them was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child who had dreamed of being an herbalist saw that smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hero was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The happiness they felt at that moment was beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if their fingers had cracked and blistered while gathering the petals, it would still be a cherished memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid walked past the child, stepping further into the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he moved, Rem fell in step to his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Had a good time partying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fair enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because the news had spread didn’t mean they knew everything that had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve taken quite a beating, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s voice came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beating? More like half-dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been skewered with quarrels, bled out, barely patched himself up, and then a knight had come and slashed him for good measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, resting and feasting at Green Pearl’s garrison had only brought him this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got a little bruised.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered with half a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, my Lord, my Father… Why have you given him such a frail body?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knew Audin’s prayer was meant for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Objectively speaking, Enkrid’s physique was as developed as a beastkin’s—his naturally toned muscles rivaled theirs, even without training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matching a beastkin in physique meant his body was more than solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Audin, only the shortcomings stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that bear of a zealot had the body of a hybrid between a beastkin and a giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is still room for training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignored Audin’s muttering and kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his left, Ragna stepped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right arm was still wrapped in heavy bandages, not yet healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the wound on his thigh must have recovered—he walked just fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was just as injured as Enkrid, yet apart from his arm, he looked nearly unscathed now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Rem, Dunbakel walked in step, and Teresa, limping slightly, moved beside Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheers only grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Undying Rem!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just civilians—even the soldiers were calling out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle with the Black Blades and the cultists was still fresh in their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it made sense for words like Undying Rem to spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some cheers were for Audin, and some for Teresa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nickname \"Giant Siblings\" was amusing, but he didn’t laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel grumbled about not having a nickname of her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, another voice cut through the cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now and then, the voice of a crazy woman rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you taking?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if you offered, I wouldn’t take you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way they argued through the crowd meant the woman wasn’t an ordinary citizen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked and recognized her—she was a merchant woman raising two kids on her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen her around before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her resilience hadn’t faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That strength and unyielding nature were something to be respected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheers continued, and his name rang from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of this victory parade had been arranged by the lord of the fortress—the rest was entirely voluntary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the lord’s own involvement wasn’t so different from voluntary celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A welcome from the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stepped into Border Guard and thought—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Azpen had won instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they have endured that nightmare?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would the palace have done to the fortress lord the moment he returned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, what actions would have been taken against him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he managed to escape execution over the defeat, he’d be lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“UOHHH!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that was why even the fortress lord was roaring like a wild beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s handsome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Blade of Endurance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain’s Blade!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid realized something—words traveled faster than anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than carriages, faster than runners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t news arrived before he even set foot in the city?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, part of it was thanks to the advance troops who had returned earlier and spread the stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers who hadn’t been wounded had already made it back, so naturally, word had spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked through the cheers, Enkrid ruffled the hair of the herbalist child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded toward a middle-aged woman selling spiced jerky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to Vanessa, the innkeeper who shouted, “Marry me!”—he simply shot back, “Are you insane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the entire carriage ride back, he had been absorbing and reflecting on everything he had gained and learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, he hadn’t anticipated this kind of welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that’s why it felt even more gratifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had never dreamed of a moment like this when he set out to become a knight, it would be a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a child he had protected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mother who had held that child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were people grateful that he had saved their sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A craftsman who gifted him boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the walls of this city, there were people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People who lived their lives day by day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his sword had protected them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that wasn’t satisfying, then what was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the world was still ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Wastes would continue spewing forth monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters would give birth to more beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wars between races and factions would always be fought at the cost of countless lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war would never end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight who ends battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight who stands at the end of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid reaffirmed his dream, he stepped into the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was midwinter now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spring was still far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For most, the days ahead wouldn’t feel particularly long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Enkrid, three lifetimes of today had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that made this return from the battlefield feel endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you finally get rid of that stray cat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem's words came out of nowhere as Enkrid was resting in the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even answer, Rem nodded to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was obviously talking about Jaxon—and if Enkrid confirmed it, he’d probably be even more amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that he looked like he actually believed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt more like he was asking just for the sake of it, without really caring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered just as indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not like he’s mine to keep or throw away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So if you didn’t get rid of him, where did that prickly cat run off to?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that matter, Esther, an actual leopard, was nowhere to be seen either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had vanished the moment they arrived, probably busy with something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if he died?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked, curious about Rem’s reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was death not even considered?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fought Azpen, and he had lost count of how many times he’d nearly died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like hell that bastard would die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a roundabout way of acknowledging his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By that logic, did he believe Enkrid wouldn’t die so easily either?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the thought crossed his mind, Rem spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Captain’s got a thing going on with Lady Luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course you survived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was complete nonsense—but from an outsider’s perspective, it made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he survived?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had to answer that question honestly, he wouldn’t even know where to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pure luck.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t as simple as waving it off with that usual excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem lost interest in Jaxon just as quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he started poking at Enkrid’s side, urging him to spill the details of what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Enkrid told them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin chimed in every now and then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dislocated? You lacked muscle, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quarrels piercing your back? You should develop back muscles thick enough to block them, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muscles that arrows couldn’t penetrate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he had hardened skin like a giant, that was physically impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just Rem and Audin listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had their ears open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ragna, who rarely showed much interest, was paying close attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the one listening most intently was Kraiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Green Pearl’s garrison, he had wanted to ask—but when would he have had the chance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That damn Garett had latched onto Enkrid and refused to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, he had considered asking in the carriage, but Enkrid had shut his eyes and never opened them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere had been impossible to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now was the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did he escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had already investigated the battlefield where Enkrid had been trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had examined it thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had retraced Azpen’s retreating commanders, piecing things together from their remnants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witchcraft. Magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t heard everything, but he had gathered enough to understand what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, it all came down to this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thrown everything they had to take down one man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had failed to see it coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that, Kraiss blamed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My own thinking nearly got the Captain killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been the one to propose creating a variable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, Enkrid had made the choice himself—but still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss knew he had been completely played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They read me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had seen through his intentions completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had walked straight into their trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was embarrassing to think about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he always wondered what went on inside the heads of the commanders in his own army?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he often—no, constantly—thought they were too predictable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he had believed they were pretending not to know things on purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People had different limits to their thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reflection was brief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already told him it was fine, so he wasn’t dwelling in guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was still one thing he didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did you escape?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss finally asked the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trap had been inescapable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battlefield woven into a hunting ground, with the earth itself turned into a snare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An entire landscape manipulated in their favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one could have escaped.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless they were a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid wasn’t a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that’s what he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, there was that one knight who had swung their sword at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That knight had left, looking relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had felt relieved, too—but he had also been on edge, waiting for the possibility that the knight might change their mind and come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought had squeezed his chest with anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many knights did Azpen even have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three at most?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, one of them had come all the way here just to cut down Enkrid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he needed to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he escaped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t seen through the enemy’s plans beforehand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had walked into the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could luck have been enough?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless Lady Luck herself grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of there...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had always been a realist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind cut through fantasy and wishful thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luck alone couldn’t explain it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes shone with genuine curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had no reason to hide the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he answered plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Instinct.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A winter wind howled through the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was the first to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started chuckling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pfffft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knew it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others followed suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Instinct?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss tilted his head, while Audin began to pray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, Father, was it You who guided him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel scrunched her nose and asked with genuine curiosity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do you train something like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, no one had an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa simply stared at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since meeting him, he had never once lied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant this was the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was incredible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could someone really escape a battlefield like that on instinct alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite her injuries, a hunger stirred inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to pick up her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to stand across from him with her shield raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As her fighting spirit flared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s voice came, gentle yet firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed a hand on her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent warning: If you don’t calm down, I’ll beat the hell out of you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa knew she wasn’t in fighting condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she had no desire to be pummeled by Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was only half-giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, I know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drifting Teresa will restrain herself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Referring to herself objectively, she acknowledged the moment wasn’t right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Ragna had dozed off in a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had listened for a bit, but now he was back to his usual self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after hearing his own name in the cheers earlier, he remained the same—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>indifferent to the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, deep in thought, finally spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t something that could be summed up in one word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Enkrid explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kraiss understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're talking about a sense of danger… a feel for the battlefield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of thing actually works?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid silently nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It does. But it wasn’t easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To develop that instinct, he had to die in countless different ways before it truly settled into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t something to complain about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he gained something valuable from it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the half-asleep journey back, Enkrid had been busy sorting through everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from that, he had learned even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s incredible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss’s eyes gleamed, despite there being no gold at stake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a rare thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t usually interested in anything without coin involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed quickly after Enkrid’s return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was talk about holding a banquet, but there was too much work to do after the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, they had to deal with the bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both the fallen soldiers and the beasts had to be taken care of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolf-beast pelts could fetch a decent price if skinned properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It required tanning, but luckily, the Border Guard had an entire leatherworking guild stationed there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was a lot of work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to deliver compensation to the families of the dead, bury or burn the bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a while, the fires outside the fortress wouldn’t go out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greyham genuinely wanted to host a banquet, but there was no time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letters arrived without rest, and now, unexpected guests were showing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, two particularly important visitors had come specifically looking for Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He can’t see them right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greyham broke into a cold sweat at his aide’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The soldiers are blocking them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said he mustn’t be disturbed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greyham decided to stall for time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If those maniacs started acting up, there’d be no stopping them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better for him to handle this here than deal with the mess they’d make.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being the fortress lord was really no easy job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For just a moment, Greyham missed the days when he had been just a heavy infantry captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weary sigh escaped him.\u003C\u002Fp>",2557,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","0d30602c188527cdf24dfc9eb46e7fbf2ac81d4852a7a0da9c62adf837d4ae16","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-330","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-328",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]