[{"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-373":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},428148,689,"Chapter 371","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-373",373,"\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polman Vertes—Enkrid hadn’t meant to memorize the name, but now he had. He watched the man, his face flushed red with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sheriff. A bureaucrat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he was a noble, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously, was the palace just pulling nobles out of an endless pocket?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘There are too many of them.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every other person seemed to be a viscount, baron, or lesser noble, all claiming the blood of aristocracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they been handing out titles like festival sweets?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That idle thought drifted into his mind, then faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether there were too many nobles or too few wasn’t Enkrid’s concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, if there were this many, surely losing a few wouldn’t hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem picked his ear lazily as he addressed Polman, who was fuming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, listen up real good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You insolent wretch! Do you know where you are?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A different voice rang out—another captain, it seemed, one in charge of another city gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The South Gate Captain, standing behind him, slapped a hand to his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why the hell is he stepping up and making a mess of things?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knew armies. He knew soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many of these men had come here of their own will?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharper and more perceptive among them looked uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew what Enkrid and his group had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had dealt with the Moonlight Beast, ensuring the safety of their families, the citizens, their comrades, and their friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These soldiers had been spared a task that should have been theirs to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes wavered. Their expressions tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially those near the South Gate Captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem completely ignored the loudmouth and continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Moonlight Beast was terrorizing the people, killing them, threatening them. It wasn’t being handled properly, so even a squire had to step in to help. And surprise, surprise—turns out this ‘beast’ was none other than Bentra or some damn toad. And now you’re saying murder?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You impudent—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the captains, furious beyond reason, lifted a spear taller than himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked ready to charge at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem slowly lowered his hand from his ear and turned his gaze toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the man attacked, Rem would cut him down without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on, just—wait a second!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The South Gate Captain hurriedly stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this escalated, it would turn into a complete disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen Enkrid’s group in action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polman was blinded by jealousy, seizing this moment as an opportunity, but the South Gate Captain had tried to stop this from happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the situation had come to this, however, he could no longer back out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been dragged along here all the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he couldn’t afford to be executed for insubordination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he had come, knowing full well that this was poison—like licking a ghoul’s blood, fully aware of the consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t just stand by and watch either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continued, his subordinates would all die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His comrades would be cleaved apart, heads rolling on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t allow that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s been a misunderstanding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polman’s eyes narrowed as the South Gate Captain spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Step aside! How dare you interfere?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where did authority and dignity come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang was a perfect example. The man himself embodied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gait was different. His speech was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His actions had earned him trust and loyalty, making his words powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kneel at once!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the man standing before them possess such authority?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried the force of a mosquito buzzing in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinded by jealousy, he was just a fool making a scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low, his posture mimicked authority, but he sounded like a petulant child whining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, wasn’t this entire spectacle just an extended tantrum?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Have I been spoiled by being around too many remarkable people?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang. The Marquis of Octo. Lua Gharne. Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Whip Escort had come to deal with the Moonlight Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their first duty was to protect their lord, but they also knew that serving their master’s will took precedence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their movements, Enkrid had seen purpose, duty, conviction, and belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t just Crang’s tools—they were people who had chosen their own paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By comparison, the man in front of him now looked utterly pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard that the sheriff had been grinding his teeth in jealousy ever since the banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you didn’t come here to talk, then let’s get this started already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna stepped forward, his voice dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The South Gate Captain smacked his forehead again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at his wit’s end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheriff had apparently reached his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These vermin dared to ignore the dignity of a noble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It definitely wasn’t because the lady he had set his sights on had instantly fallen for Enkrid at the banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a sheriff. A noble!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this man—this mere soldier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard rumors that Enkrid had stolen his comrades’ achievements and taken all the credit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That story had been growing, snowballing into something bigger with each retelling by those who envied him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the sheriff, with his tightly shut ears, only listened to what he wanted to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had outright ignored mentions of Enkrid as the Hero of the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Viscount Bentra turning into some kind of monster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never mind that it had actually happened—this was his chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Viscount Mernes had subtly encouraged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go, finish this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, this was the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Restrain them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sheriff’s order, two captains and three cavalrymen dismounted, approaching with clear hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the rumors were exaggerated, Enkrid’s feats were impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if only a fraction of them were true, these men weren’t suited to deal with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, here they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant the rumors had spread far and wide—so much so that it had emboldened them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid watched the approaching men with idle curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he just let them take him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, even if they used polite words, he couldn’t afford to comply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts told him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is already beyond repair.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, why would they dare come for him with Crang and Marcus around?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arrest Sir Andrew as well. He is complicit in the same crime. If he resists, you may kill him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go ahead. Try it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polman’s gaze swept over Enkrid and his group’s weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he was praying for them to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, his wish was granted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No grand battle was needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, completely ignoring the approaching men, simply spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dunbakel, bring him in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for Ragna or Rem to step in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single beastkin shot forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white shadow stretched and elongated. The short white hair seemed to form a streak through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the captains instinctively thrust his spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man whose specialty was wielding spears with absolute precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among regular soldiers, he was considered a formidable fighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dunbakel was someone even Aisia had acknowledged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of her clawed fingers, she knocked the spear’s trajectory off-course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in a seamless motion, she grabbed the shaft and hurled it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain, still gripping the spear, was sent tumbling to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, four more soldiers blocked her path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel didn’t even draw her blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kicked a soldier’s shin, making him stumble, then drove her fist into another’s jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their helmets provided no protection for their chins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially not against an upward strike delivered at close range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack. Smack. Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a series of sounds, the soldiers blocking the sheriff crumpled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was just the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She surged forward, and the sheriff, seeing her approach, reached for his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A broad-bladed broadsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could even grip it properly, Dunbakel seized his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still on horseback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, his mount reared up, whinnying in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uwaahhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shocked sheriff was yanked downward, his wrist still firmly in Dunbakel’s grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left foot came free easily, but his right was caught in the stirrup, twisting unnaturally—crack—his ankle bent backward at an awful angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“AAAHHHH!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scream of agony tore from the sheriff’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel didn’t stop. She dragged him the rest of the way down with sheer brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scream had begun atop his horse and ended right in front of Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Dunbakel had knocked down five soldiers, grabbed the sheriff, and dragged him before Enkrid like an offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Capital Sheriff-Captain, second only to the sheriff himself in rank, had been about to step forward but froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What the fuck is this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, he had never even considered trying to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had barely managed to draw his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the slight ting of steel leaving its sheath felt utterly meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe that was just how it sounded to him—an empty, powerless noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But should he even bother swinging it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone could tell this was no ordinary opponent. They should have brought knights, not just squires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically, he himself had once been a squire, and he had brought some men from the knight order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in hindsight, this was the wrong squad for the job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were just squires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even junior knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Can you stop them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheriff-captain spoke in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, a squire with wide eyes stared ahead, barely able to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They… They’re beyond my level.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t add the word far, but it was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he laid eyes on Dunbakel, he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that beastkin charged at him, could he hold out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You never truly knew a battle’s outcome until you fought it, but skill gaps were easy to recognize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just watching her movements made it clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was at least a top-tier squire, bordering on junior knight level—if not already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her technique and agility were exceptional, enhanced further by the natural athleticism of beastkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more concerning—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t acting on her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was someone giving the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more terrifying than that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were others watching calmly from the sidelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers were already overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them spoke. Not even the sheriff-captain or the squires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their highest-ranking officer had just been captured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheriff lay sprawled on the ground, sweat dripping down his face. His twisted ankle kept him from standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dare—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his broken stance, the sheriff still resisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no dignity or authority left, but he did have pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that alone had gotten him to this position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid studied him and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even with Junior Knight Aisia present, you still insist that this is a murder case?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Junior Knight Aisia? Hah! You think dragging in a knight will get you out of this? This is treason! What are you all waiting for? Arrest them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinded by jealousy, the sheriff completely ignored reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screeched his orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the squires stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had to speak sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheriff-captain didn’t seem inclined to say anything, and this was why he had been dragged along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That is correct. Sir Aisia did not deny the charges.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squire raised his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Then has she been arrested as well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s gaze turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His piercing blue eyes locked onto the squire, who swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intensity in those eyes made his tension spike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he forced himself to answer steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She is a knight of the order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, they couldn’t pin this on a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Aisia hadn’t been arrested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid processed the implications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t willing to charge a knight with this nonsense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what else was happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, something big had gone down inside the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was about to piece things together when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you all standing around?! Arrest these traitors immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheriff refused to back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tear streaks now marred his face, draining any weight from his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was crying from the pain, yet still running his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least ghouls had the decency to shut up when they died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid chose the fastest method to shut him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, the man was getting annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swift kick to the jaw knocked him out cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn’t particularly held back—his head snapped sideways, and a sickening crack echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucky or unlucky, the sheriff survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limp body hit the ground, drooling onto the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…If you were going to kill him, you should’ve told me first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem snickered from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you forget my nickname?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Noble Hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What an unusual hobby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the unconscious man, Enkrid spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s next in charge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm, almost casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re thinking about ordering a full assault, you might want to reconsider. I’d rather not turn Andrew’s estate into a graveyard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was being generous—to an extent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The South Gate Captain was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man had fought for the people, for the capital’s safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone deserved some respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recognized those who walked the right path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t know everything, but he could judge based on what he saw and knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d appreciate it if someone could explain what the hell happened in the palace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, none of this would be unfolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this just a personal vendetta from the sheriff?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were the case, he would have stormed in long ago with any excuse he could find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that they only showed up now meant they had been granted permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang had said Viscount Mernes was the real problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bad feeling prickled against Enkrid’s skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DAGADAG! DAGADAG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder of galloping hooves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound rushed closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“HELP ME!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shout accompanied the hooves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid kicked off the ground, launching himself onto the estate’s outer wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His footwork was absurd—light, quick, bouncing off the wall with precise movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the sheriff’s men flinched, about to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay put.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna stopped them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer weight of his presence made them freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From atop the wall, Enkrid saw him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sprinting desperately down the blue-stone road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one who had shouted for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And someone was chasing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An odd figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wore a cloak layered with several pieces of leather, draped over their body like a shroud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On their shoulders, floating spears followed, hovering unnaturally in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>",2420,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","c2412f3692a27a0510c0321642d8ae1b3d2318123f0d76df8b0e1c5215e0f3de","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-374","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-372",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]