[{"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-369":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},428144,689,"Chapter 367","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-369",369,"\u003Cp>The moonlight illuminated the city brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, a Moonlight Beast could appear at any moment, yet Enkrid did not run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply walked at a steady pace, his steps making a rhythmic tap, tap, tap against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked, occasionally surveying his surroundings, a few townsfolk lighting the street lamps acknowledged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you headed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the residents, glancing behind Enkrid, asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A night stroll.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's dangerous, you know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, they had grown this close. Aisia's eyes flicked between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid murmured nonchalantly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's a fruit vendor. Lately, he’s been troubled over his daughter's marriage. Apparently, she has good looks but a thing for womanizing scoundrels.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...How did you even find that out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It just came up in conversation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acting without hesitation was a trait Aisia herself excelled at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even I couldn't do it quite like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked ahead, Enkrid spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jaxon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If there’s any commotion, I’ll find it immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Aisia glanced at the man called Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was precisely her type. Slanted eyes, a well-defined mouth—just from his looks alone, he had likely broken more than a few hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also had a fair idea of what he was capable of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses are extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For three days, they had eaten, slept, drank, fought, and sparred together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been an intense and rewarding experience for Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn't Lua Gharne once said something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Monsters lurk all around Enkrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Frokk had seen it with his own eyes, it had to be true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But experiencing it firsthand? That was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Jaxon's fighting style could be summed up in a single word—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his initial reluctance, Jaxon had eventually drawn his sword several times. While not risking half his life as he had during his duel with Enkrid, he had still fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by crossing swords with him, much had become clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon watched, analyzed, and predicted. He took everything into account and always thought a step ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What enabled him to do this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw and heard things differently from the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Becoming a knight-in-training meant honing all five senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path to knighthood was never an easy one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia, as a knight herself, had undergone similar training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Jaxon’s perception was on another level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want to move first, you must first understand how your opponent will step.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mentor’s words resurfaced in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly what Jaxon did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He predicted her sword and moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her specialty, targeting the sword’s tip, had been completely nullified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could even execute the technique, his blade was already disrupting her stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either by striking her sword at just the right angle to throw her off balance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or by redirecting its trajectory before she could fully commit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A remarkable talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if she fought him seriously, she would still win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his perception and predictions were outstanding, the force behind his sword wasn’t particularly overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that a longsword needed overwhelming power to be deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Aisia’s conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Jaxon was calculation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ragna was pure instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This monster of instinct had a way of turning his whims into the right decisions, as if the correct path simply unfolded before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had crushed her in battle, forcing her to reflect on her past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creature built entirely on talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One monster of calculation, another of raw ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had never once been able to defeat Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A fast and heavy sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked bluntly, and he answered just as bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fast and heavy sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a load of crap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying it was easy. Making it reality required an absurd level of talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something beyond Aisia's reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could have been envious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if envy had been enough to break her, she would never have made it this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Other people’s bread always looks bigger. But there will always be those with better techniques than you. They’re everywhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mentor’s words echoed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sparring session had clearly given her a great deal of insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mine is exceptional, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, another’s skills might seem enviable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the only thing that mattered was finding a way to beat them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no shortage of talent herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the heart falters, so does the will. If the will falters, so does the sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She repeated the words like a mantra, turning her jealousy into fuel for growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she looked at Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is this guy? A lunatic? A genius?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Jaxon was calculation and Ragna was a monster of instinct—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Rem was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is it? You can’t block it, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure fun. A madman who fought for enjoyment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His techniques had no set form. They were mostly improvisations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he demonstrated his existing skills, they were just as unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaotic and violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small injuries meant nothing to him. He simply charged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, too, relied heavily on improvisation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their approaches were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Rem, it was all about pleasure. He fought purely for the thrill of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, such a style was only possible because of his talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had also honed it with experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A savage who made the impossible seem natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His most impressive moment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he dismantled Aisia’s sword tip targeting technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to describe it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An axe blade target? An axe blade cover?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had used the broad side of his axe blade to obscure the tip of Aisia’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he killed her momentum. Snuffed it out completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bold and unconventional move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he closed the distance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reckless fighter was scary enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a crazy one? That was worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mad barbarian who looked like he’d let a sword impale him just for the fun of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was Rem the most fascinating of them all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was still left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange. And then, even stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unique, utterly unique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia couldn’t shake the thought as she looked at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's like a stone, crafted with immense effort, compressed and hardened over time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His foundation wasn’t just solid—it was unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that didn’t mean he lacked flexibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swordplay was the result of countless, tireless repetitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a clay pot, refined over thousands, tens of thousands of steps, until it became unbreakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what made it so fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people relied on their natural strengths, building upon their foundation to improve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They trained, developed techniques, and refined their skills based on what suited them best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They grew from their talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t understand something, he wouldn’t progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His path wasn’t one carved by talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had dug through his limitations, piece by piece, forcing his way forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had crashed into his limits, again and again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet each time, he had broken through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans are worn down by their limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their will erodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They begin to think of surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair takes hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he overcame all of that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, surely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then how did he make it this far?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, she simply couldn’t comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was one thing she did know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just looking at him, the word relentless came to mind. A determination so fierce it was almost maddening—one that could make a man smile even when he was on the brink of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during their sparring sessions, Enkrid never stopped training his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had clicked her tongue when she saw Dunbakel, the beastwoman, helping him by slamming a boulder into his side as part of his conditioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the knightly training regimen didn’t include such methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had once seen monks break stones with their bare hands as an act of discipline. It felt similar to that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he trained, there was that silent madness in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other beastmen were formidable as well, skilled and gifted in their own right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But were they truly exceptional?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thing was certain—she was curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where did he even find people like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she known that this group had initially been gathered as a disposable force by the previous Border Guard Captain—who now spent his days currying favor in the royal court—she would have been stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, though, there was no denying they were fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As these thoughts settled in her mind, they arrived at an intersection where alleys branched off in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is where we split.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke from beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The area was shrouded in darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A district bordering the slums—one of the many places where the crime guild thrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia asked, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll explain as we move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aisia, you’re coming with me. Ragna, you go with Dunbakel. Jaxon and Rem, split up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting those two together would be a disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had only been around them for a few days, but even she knew that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was the type to get lost even if you just let him wander around the mansion grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone who loses track is a dumbass, a moron, a brain-dead idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem hummed a strange tune with even stranger lyrics as he disappeared into the alleyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid moved first, stepping into the alleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation, he grabbed onto a wall and climbed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of the roofs were poorly constructed, woven together from wood and straw, but a few had sturdy layers of plaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With space in the city so limited, unless it was a noble district, houses tended to be tightly packed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the rooftops were close enough for someone with good balance to run across.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the taller buildings looked like a fall would break a few bones, but Enkrid didn’t go that high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He settled on a moderately sturdy rooftop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia asked again. She was genuinely curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mission had nothing to do with her duties as a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t part of her oath either. But a mission was still a mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Success was preferable to failure. If left unchecked, more people would die. Ensuring the citizens’ safety required action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed to understand in order to respond properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you understand its habits, it’s easier to predict its actions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia found herself nodding instinctively as he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it only appears when the moon is out, that means it’s driven by an uncontrollable urge—like madness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madness couldn’t be controlled. And what couldn’t be controlled always left behind traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it could fully control itself, it wouldn’t be causing such a mess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was also logical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Aisia had to secretly kill someone, what would she do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would pick her target, track their movements—then strike in a secluded area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without assassins' techniques, it would be the most efficient way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, aside from one priest—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victims had all been commoners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once in the slums, three times in the residential district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had figured this out and shared it with her. His investigation had been thorough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With all the rain these past few days, its madness would have intensified. If it’s affected by moonlight, then a full moon would drive its impulses even further.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a perfect conclusion, but it was plausible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I were afflicted with such madness and aware of it, I would seek out a place far from my own territory to act on my urges.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already narrowed down the suspect’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A place farthest from the slum residential district?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia’s gaze naturally turned past the moonlit city, toward its center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the inner wall, near the royal palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was where lower-ranking nobles who couldn’t stay within the palace resided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncontrollable urges cause disturbances. If they want to erase suspicion, they need to distance themselves from their territory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His explanation ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill ran down her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When did you even put all this together?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve been walking around the city for a while now. I just pieced together what I heard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was a hardened stone also so damn smart?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia's eyes held both confusion and admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid met her gaze, unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had simply walked through the markets a few times, collecting bits of information from the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why hadn’t Aisia noticed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she hadn’t cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she had truly taken this matter seriously from the beginning, she could have figured it out too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she hadn’t spared much thought for the victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only reason a knight-in-training had even been dispatched was because a squire had been attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the royal palace was already in chaos from the ongoing internal conflicts. A Moonlight Beast was a secondary concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange incidents in the capital weren’t uncommon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during the day, the Assassin’s Union operated freely. The city’s law enforcement was in shambles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was going to conduct a proper investigation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Enkrid had done it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the first victim to the most recent ones—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even needed an extensive interrogation. The rumors had already spread like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few words from a fruit vendor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few more from a blacksmith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another from a gambling den’s guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lumberjack, a timber merchant, a glass trader, a bard, a librarian, a tavern waitress, a noble’s bodyguard—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had taken all of their words, compiled them, and reached a conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most decisive testimony had come from a monk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It wore clothes. A coat that looked quite expensive. And that creature… it ignored me, turned its back to the moonlight, and went straight for the priest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mind consumed by bloodlust, yet still capable of rational judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant predicting its movements wasn’t difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monsters and beasts acted on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a human did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A human thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if they thought, their reasoning could be deciphered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy power is a threat, so it must be eliminated first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, it must cause chaos somewhere far from its own domain to erase suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A human who had succumbed to madness would not steal a coat after transforming into a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant it had been wearing it beforehand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And since no such details had been mentioned in recent sightings, the creature had likely stripped itself before transforming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon had speculated it was a Lycanthrope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had reached the same conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oooooooh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound echoed from somewhere in the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the cry of a night bird, carrying through the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came from the direction Ragna had gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid finally broke into a run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia followed close behind.\u003C\u002Fp>",2480,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","ed2ed4e777554227c5a38ebef413fb027537b28653d9a600eb1adbfa998e276c","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-370","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-368",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]