[{"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-365":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},428140,689,"Chapter 363","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-365",365,"\u003Cp>“Go on, continue what you were doing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis of Octo took his seat, his two guards standing motionless behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp, intimidating aura from them lasted only a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them smiled, nor did they appear dissatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were simply doing their jobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna observed their posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t rigid, nor were they arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would use only the necessary amount of strength at the right time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Ragna analyzed their stance, Rem was reading their aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t dangerous because they were hostile—they were dangerous because of where they were standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what he saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Rem didn’t think he’d need to fight them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, he assessed the Marquis himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like an idle old man with nothing better to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What, is he bored?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t say it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man had come to see Enkrid, not him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the fact that Rem thought it wasn’t his place to interfere made him smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it strange? No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was so natural that it felt odd when he thought about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was respecting Enkrid’s guest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, he had started following Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he didn’t hate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had happened so naturally that he hadn’t even noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Esther sensed magical energy coming from the Marquis’ side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she determined there was no mage present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A relic.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mage’s curiosity flared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but she crushed it beneath her will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she acted recklessly, it would only trouble Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right next to her, Enkrid slammed the poleaxe into the ground with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even acknowledged the Marquis’ words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply did as he was told—he continued training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re focusing too much on balance. If you don’t put enough force into your strikes, what’s the point?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem took a step back and offered a casual critique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe at his waist swayed, tapping against his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the guards glanced at him, but since they were only observing, there was no actual tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem focused entirely on Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your stance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured for Enkrid to shift his left foot forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would put more weight into the strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but wouldn’t it also leave him vulnerable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where the hell did you leave your Heart of Might?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem didn’t say it aloud, but if Enkrid asked again, that’s exactly what he would have said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid processed the advice instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If I have strength beyond human limits, I should be able to use it for offense, too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Superhuman strength. Incredible power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking he alone had such power would be arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to assume his enemies could match him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Rem was teaching him wasn’t just \"Giant Cleaving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the technique to counter weapons swung with overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A skill born from Rem’s own experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A technique he had only recently developed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem turned his first-hand knowledge into a skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already done it before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Captured Blade technique was thrilling to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Rem did the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used his experiences as the foundation,then structured them into a technique,then broke it down into steps,then had Enkrid test it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By teaching, Rem was also learning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid knew exactly what Rem was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all his headstrong nature, Rem was a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t change anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, Enkrid was too absorbed in learning and refining his skill to care whether Rem was a genius or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he trained earnestly, with all his focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Rem enjoyed watching him train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem spoke, and Enkrid adjusted accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To counter a giant’s attack, he had to know what they were capable of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To surpass a limit, he had to know what a limit was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis watched, intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found it fascinating that this young man was taking his training so seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jaxon simply stared at the Marquis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No malice. No hostility. No aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon had already suspected the leader of the Black Blades was likely a noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the Marquis of Octo? No way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were that high up, he wouldn’t have hidden so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his level, he wouldn’t need to stay in the shadows—he could seize power outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis held some of the greatest influence within the capital—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>aside from Count Molsen, he was arguably the most powerful noble in the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon had already investigated the palace’s internal conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis wasn’t the Black Blades’ leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader of the Black Blades was a thief-turned-aristocrat, not a man who had been born into nobility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he observed the Marquis, one of his guards stared back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hidden his presence completely—and yet, the guard had noticed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He has something. Some kind of power.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon could tell—this wasn’t someone with his kind of abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, a guard of that caliber would be essential to survive in the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, anyone holding their ground in the city right now was under constant assassination threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t trained in stealth techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t smell like one of his kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the only possibility was Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could try hiding himself even further, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was pointless right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon broke eye contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle tension lingered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>until the Marquis finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you not even going to offer me tea, Baron Gardner?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Oh—right! Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew rushed to prepare tea and refreshments, visibly sweating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The estate had only a handful of servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the maids recognized the Marquis and trembled as she approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, this noble wasn’t like Andrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew, despite his status, was her master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had gotten used to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she knew he wouldn’t harm her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man sitting before her was a true noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who could, with a single gesture, ruin her life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or destroy her entire family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t fully understand why she was so afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her instincts screamed at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the end—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she spilled the tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid dripped onto the table, then onto the Marquis’ lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid froze in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face went pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She trembled, then dropped to her knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F-Forgive me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had just finished his training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your hands are still unsteady.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid couldn’t speak, but Mack hurried over with a handkerchief—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only to be beaten to it by the Marquis’ guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he produced a clean handkerchief from his coat and wiped the Marquis’ lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s gaze fell on the Marquis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the noble didn’t acknowledge it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he turned to Andrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baron Gardner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should pay more attention to your servants’ training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mack quietly cleared the table, while the maid remained trembling in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew sent her inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked away on shaking legs, somehow managing not to collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, when Andrew personally poured the tea, the Marquis of Octo gave a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t shown kindness, nor had he scolded her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis simply lifted his teacup, took a sip, and Kin Baisar took a seat beside him without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I have a cup as well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kin spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you mind pouring one for her as well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew nodded, pouring another cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, Enkrid had walked over and sat across the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small disturbance had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t gone out of his way to show respect, but he hadn’t been disrespectful either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply sat down, calm and composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis observed this, taking another sip of tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steam rose from the cup, curling around his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if I had consoled the maid just now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked, still holding his teacup, a faint smile on his lips—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but his eyes weren’t smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid couldn’t read him easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen many kinds of people, but this one was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Crang was a blazing sun, the Marquis was a winding river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unpredictable, constantly shifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are only two possibilities. She would either feel relieved, or she would feel even more anxious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wiped the sweat off his arm and rested his hand on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? And why would she be anxious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because she’d fear that kindness is a lie—that it’s just a trick before something worse happens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you saying that maid sees the world in such a bleak way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or maybe,” Enkrid said, “when she tells someone later about what happened, someone might say—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mimicked a gossipy voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You spilled tea, and instead of scolding you, he comforted you? Be careful. That’s suspicious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His impression was terrible, but the meaning was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many nobles had used gentleness as a lure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it not safer, then, to scold her lightly and let the matter pass?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way, the maid would feel like she had paid for her mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way, she wouldn’t need to worry about the consequences lingering in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis had not raised his voice, but he had blamed her for her clumsiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re rather thoughtful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I often hear that I’m not very noble-like.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Is that so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kin Baisar nearly spat out her tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gripped her teacup tightly instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who was considered the epitome of nobility had just said that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this some kind of wordplay?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was a \"noble\" someone who threw tantrums over spilled tea?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis’ tone remained casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Marquis had questioned him, yet he answered with a question?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kin felt her heart pound and instinctively looked at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to know what kind of man you are. Will you answer me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would he say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kin already knew why Enkrid was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could guess the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could say he had come to support the rightful king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could say he had come because he was hired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could even say he had come because the chaos looked interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he did, Kin wouldn’t be surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That would be like him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But would the Marquis be satisfied with such an answer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlikely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis wasn’t expectant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor was he amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was simply waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that itself was a kind of pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Enkrid spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came so that children wouldn’t have to step onto the battlefield.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Kin held her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke in a plain, steady voice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if reciting a poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A declaration. A conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came to cull the monsters. To cut down the beasts. I came to protect those who know how to cherish their own. I came to strike down those who wield power to oppress others. I came to shield the weak and safeguard the dreams of those who dare to dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or were they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was belief in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just something spoken—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but something felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, all eyes were on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis placed his teacup down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp sound broke the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is becoming a knight your dream?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dream hadn’t spread far enough for the Marquis to have heard it naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed his ears were simply sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I wish you well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kin was taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t come just to confirm a dream, had he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she kept her face composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman who had spent years capturing men’s hearts knew how to mask her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Marquis walked toward the exit, Kin and the others assumed he was leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only five steps away from the table, he turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, but… is a knight who claims to protect the weak just going to stand by while people are being killed in the capital?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a thoughtless remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had made it obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, so you won’t do anything unless there’s money involved?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid could hear the words he didn’t say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The capital’s safety was the duty of the city guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid was a standing soldier of the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he interfered too much, he could even face repercussions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would accepting this provocation mean falling into a trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked at the Marquis’ eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They smiled at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blatant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t truly a question—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was a challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t have to do anything, of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not like you’re running away because you’re afraid, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, your dream—being a knight—does it only matter when it’s convenient?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had said nothing aloud, but Enkrid heard it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Marquis, a noble of refinement, would never say it so crudely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid had understood him perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wanted his words to carry weight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if he wanted to prove himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, his convictions were meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll look into it and take care of it—starting tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I leave it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Marquis smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid smiled back.\u003C\u002Fp>",2202,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","72f4fd244518b7aecd897d81d0aac4d2c4f78d523f2b27f0e573ea097d8cba20","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-366","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-364",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]