[{"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-376":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},428151,689,"Chapter 374","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-376",376,"\u003Cp>While Jaxon caused chaos, Enkrid shoved Marcus aside as if discarding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Grand Duke is inside the palace—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus rolled to the side as he spoke. He was sharp enough to realize his current state. Finding a place to hide was his best option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no strength left to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only choice was to stay out of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite once commanding a battalion, he had no soldiers left under his direct command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn Baisar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His family had chosen neutrality, siding with neither faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus resented that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean he would sit idly by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he sent Enkrid into the palace, he would do whatever needed to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he just had to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shouldn’t have gotten off the damn horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid gave him a brief nod before mounting One-Eyed Jack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same overwhelming energy as before pulsed through Jack’s skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure, unrelenting will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A body built for nothing but running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, he did not recklessly flaunt his strength or speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still, he ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because I asked him to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack had fully accepted Enkrid’s request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-transformed beast-horse stomped the ground several times before moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comparing him to a regular horse was an insult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a smooth push off the ground, Jack lowered his body and surged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knees bent just enough to drive his momentum, his movements fluid and precise as he slipped through the mansion’s front gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was quick. Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark blur vanishing in the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jaxon had drawn the attention of every assassin, having just killed a few more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was guarding the front gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this some kind of assassin habit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid briefly considered it before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowering his body, he gripped the horse’s mane and whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack responded immediately, heading toward the outer road leading to the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The capital was in turmoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quick-witted citizens had already locked themselves inside their homes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several shops had hastily shut their doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the guards still patrolling the streets gripped their spears with wary, murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignored them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack lightly tapped the ground with his hooves, gliding toward the palace’s secluded outer road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a road meant for public use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a direct route, built along the outer wall, leading straight to the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hnnng!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack whinnied in response, kicking off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery blurred into streaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would this be what it felt like to activate Will in rapid succession?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the level of speed they had reached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barrier appeared ahead—no, it was already right in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single moment of focused awareness activated as Enkrid processed the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a wooden palisade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharpened stakes driven into the ground at an angle, designed to impale anything that charged in thoughtlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any horse, carriage, or soldier foolish enough to rush forward would be skewered, their bodies left full of gaping holes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even well-trained warhorses would hesitate before such a defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had built a direct route to the palace, it was only natural to prepare a way to block it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"B-Bwah—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the guards stationed at the barricade tried to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t finish his sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something black was rushing toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed was unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, it was upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to scream a warning—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could, the black shadow passed over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy impact, followed by a gust of wind roaring past his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A solid mass had leapt over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack had simply jumped the barricade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it wasn’t even that high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t need to give any instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack just did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Wow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several soldiers craned their necks, watching in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elite horses could clear obstacles, but this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was more like flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had blocked the road with dozens of guards and a barricade, and he had simply soared over all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh—uh—FIRE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A delayed order rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse was already long gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than anything they had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Enkrid’s second time riding Jack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he felt even faster now than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palace, which had once been far in the distance, loomed ahead in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearing the palisades and spears, Jack sprinted straight for the gates—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, with a sudden jolt, he planted his front hooves and twisted his body, skidding to a perfect stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pffft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dirt and dust billowed from his hooves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was he capable of absurd speed, but he could also halt his momentum with pinpoint precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was artistry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid steadied himself and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation, he leapt down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now wasn’t the time to marvel at Jack’s abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid sprinted into the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No guards stood at the inner gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, from within, the sound of clashing steel and the stench of blood filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid followed the noise and scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, that idiot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of men stood gathered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment of coincidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stroke of luck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps he had been hoping for this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recognized a face among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A former instructor—one infamous for spouting nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, bring that waitress over here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory resurfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instructor had forced those words out, and Enkrid had nearly been beaten to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you lost, just say you’re sorry and admit your mistake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had simply responded quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What was that? Did you just bark at me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been many times Enkrid had nearly died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of those memories were useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former instructor was now wearing the crest of House Mernes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smirked as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be honest. You slept your way up to where you are now, didn’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a while since he had heard such complete and utter nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had known the old Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talentless fool who had swung his sword relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idiot who had trained until his palms bled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pathetic joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, he was supposed to be the hero of the Border Guard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had to be someone backing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even back then, there had been people who secretly looked out for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know where Crang is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guess not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell are you talking about, you idiot?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still too busy barking, huh? Woof woof.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bringing up their shared past made the man's face turn red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m gonna kill you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snarled, stepping forward with his sword drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he had taught a few useful things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Overconfidence gets you killed. Even when hunting a rabbit, you give it your all. Otherwise, you end up dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Agreed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Enkrid showed only a portion of his best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the colonnades that resembled a hallway, thirteen men stood before him—his old instructor and his lackeys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by their sneering expressions and the casual way they held their swords, it was clear they had been abusing their power under the name of Viscount Mernes's army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, a half-clothed maid trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms bore fresh scratches, and terror was frozen in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stepped forward with his left foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bending his knees slightly, he channeled his Will, sharpened his focus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And pushed off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His foot slammed against the stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment of acceleration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speed that left everything behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spark of Will turned into a single pinpoint—closing the chapter on an old grudge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ting. Puk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp snap echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a body dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin had not even reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference in skill was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword in his hand clattered to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knees buckled, and his head met the ground with a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of them held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too shocked to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wordlessly drew his second blade from his left hip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Srrrng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gladius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, one sword in each hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a wolf among sheep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of the \"sheep\" raised their hands in desperate defense, but the wolf simply batted them aside and carved them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick, wide blade for slashing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin, narrow blade for thrusting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slaughter was over in moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twelve men were left as nothing more than butchered carcasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid swung both swords in the air to flick off the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uuhh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid had been saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was even more terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters that had been about to assault her had been turned into meat right before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a miracle she hadn’t fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was in no condition to answer questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid had no time to tend to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Find a place to hide.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply said before moving on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sliding his swords back into their sheaths, he clenched and unclenched his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s getting easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting Aisia had changed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training with her—dying against her countless times—had forced him to adapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using Will had become second nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he had collapsed from overuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he recovered after a single night’s rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had been shocked by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid had still found it uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the more he used it, the more his body changed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he evolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fleeting thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A passing realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had the feeling that someone else would block his path soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every damn past grudge is showing up today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, the jealous watchman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the assassin syndicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, his old barking instructor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s instincts urged him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And sure enough—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another battlefield appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had followed the sounds of combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A royal courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the guards meant to defend the inner palace were nowhere to be seen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they were fighting each other here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who goes there?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Royal Guard turned and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid responded casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just passing through. Carry on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…The hell kind of lunatic—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone know where Crang is? That’d be helpful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze locked onto one man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one in the dark-gray helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was covered in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he had been through hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s in the palace’s inner annex. You’re late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-helmeted knight spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Madman!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Royal Guard wielding a golden spear suddenly charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid shifted his weight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then launched his foot upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Balraf-style back-leg high kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boot, reinforced with thick leather, whipped like a coiled snake, striking the soldier’s fingers gripping the spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bone snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard screamed, dropping his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Enkrid recognize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same soldier who had once gritted his teeth and mocked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We meet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid grabbed his head and smashed the flat of his blade against his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A garbled scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard collapsed, his golden helmet now slick with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning back, Enkrid asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Need help?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite knocking out an opponent in a single strike, he spoke with complete indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence alone dominated the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weight—an invisible pressure only those with true strength could exude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind seen only in true knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire battlefield fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Royal Guards, who had been fighting moments before, hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-helmeted man spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t I just say you were late?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was telling Enkrid to go—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reach Crang before it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right, then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, Enkrid dashed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know the exact location of the annex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he would find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or he’d simply ask the next idiot who tried to fight him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is treason!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice called out behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If following what I believe is right is treason—then yes, I am a traitor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice of the gray-helmeted knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid kept moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway ahead stretched in a single direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light streamed through the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fleeting thought crossed his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is the Queen safe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s far enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure stepped in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orange hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a cape nor a plated armor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But simple leather gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he sensed an immediate threat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because this was someone to speak with before fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aisia?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She met his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is as far as you go. 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