[{"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-382":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},428157,689,"Chapter 380","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-382",382,"\u003Cp>The Ferryman continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must kill her with your own hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the wall was clear—unless Enkrid killed Aisia, the cycle would not end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Are you sure?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question slipped out before he could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve given you the clue from the beginning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Ferryman’s words, Enkrid closed his eyes and thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What happened to Aisia beyond that hallway?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must have died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a guess, but it felt close to certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… was her death the trigger for the day’s repetition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recalled Aisia’s death from the first cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman answered as if reading his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, Enkrid knew the Ferryman wasn’t lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never deceived him before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always spoken the truth—it was only that Enkrid hadn’t always listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill her. Then you’ll pass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the words faded, Enkrid’s vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing he heard was the Ferryman’s voice, brimming with expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enjoy this as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do I have to kill her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the wall. The Ferryman had said so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the pre-dawn hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving as he always did, Enkrid stepped outside and practiced, flowing through the Isolation Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Movement sharpened his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do I have to kill her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same question circled endlessly in his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid couldn’t focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he recognized his distraction, he couldn’t do anything about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He searched for the reason. The answer hovered just beyond reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time stretched as he deliberated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew approached and said something, but Enkrid barely acknowledged him, continuing his simple motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started this cycle with his thoughts clouded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He met the magistrate again, going through the same motions he had repeated countless times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing her will let me pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was obvious. Clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he should simply do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many people had already died by his hands?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In times of war, killing was not even considered a crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had stood in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a knight of the order, above a squire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew that facing an opponent could mean death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must have accepted that risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, all he had to do was kill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill her. Then you’ll pass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice echoed in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman’s words reverberated like an aftershock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when he faced Aisia, the same opportunity never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was cluttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t overpower her through sheer skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re unfocused. If you don’t want to fight, leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight, even just below knighthood, wielded Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a form of mental strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chaotic mind led to disorderly swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had pointed that out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered immediately and drew his sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting purely through technique and reflex, he forced his way through another day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A day where he couldn’t kill Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aisia couldn’t kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A meaningless day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A day wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with wasted time came guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It weighed heavily on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once, he had let the day slip by, not out of struggle or defiance, but out of familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like someone had struck him in the back of the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually—someone did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…An explanation would be nice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked, still bent over from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture remained stiff, head craned forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks to me like your head’s been cursed. My palm is the cure and the divine blessing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem raised his hand toward the sky. Sunlight glowed on his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bow before the sacred hand of this body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A madman doing mad things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Why does he even exist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon rarely spoke, but he made an exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to die, come at me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was generous enough to inform Rem that he was willing to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up if you don’t know what you’re talking about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them bicker, Enkrid briefly considered killing Rem instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that would have been easier than killing Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that Rem was the type to die just because someone wanted him to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if given the choice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning struck his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shock that rattled his skull and tore through his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…A curse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words left his mouth on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop overthinking it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem tapped his own forehead with his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to make things complicated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breath escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had he felt guilty about wasting a day?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why hadn’t he spent the day as his best?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like he had been shackled, weighed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those chains had started from the Ferryman’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing her will let you pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That declaration had unsettled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind resisted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he had to do it, but he didn’t want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So his heart wouldn’t follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wall was not something he would break through by killing Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had decided as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that realization, his voice rang with unwavering certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two simple words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blunt. Without context.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But filled with truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And truth, when spoken by someone who had lived through it, carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The days he had endured, the today that had shaped him—all of it gave his words power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They resonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spread beyond himself, shaking those around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem scratched his head with the fingers that had been tapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Then keep going.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could anyone argue with someone who was that firm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their leader had moments where doubt was necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. I refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He locked eyes with Rem and repeated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Damn it, I got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said I got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Fine, fine! Hit me already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem bent forward, offering the back of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced at it and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You shit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, he laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at Rem. It wasn’t about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether today repeated or not, whether Rem misunderstood or not—it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would forget soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today repeated once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, Enkrid endured and endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, he had an opening to kill Aisia, but he let it pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman returned in his dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That must have been meant for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you’ll remain trapped in today. Is that what you prefer? Would you really abandon your dream just to spare one life—just because you happened to cross paths?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman spoke of dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were a sharp blade, striking directly at the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid’s heart was shielded by Frokk’s breastplate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade didn’t pierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll subdue her completely and move on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s dream was knighthood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chivalry of old ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had learned of knighthood came from poetry and song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his foundation. His code. His conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vow to protect the weak and his allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he told the marquis the same?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came to cull monsters and reduce the number of beasts. I came to protect those who know how to cherish their people. I came to punish those who wield power to oppress others. I came to guard the weak and protect the dreams of those who still have them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had her own circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much, he had gleaned from the countless repeated days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t kill her. I’ll subdue her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think that’s possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why wouldn’t it be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes spoke for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman said no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, he closed his eyes and opened them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was a shift in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More accurately, a goal had taken shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to kill Aisia, but to overcome her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t want to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crazy bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman’s voice echoed faintly, but this time, Enkrid ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, today began again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started with the magistrate and ended with Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hundred and forty days passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia reacted to his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m asking—why are you blocking me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had felt it from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did Aisia want to be here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half and half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she had truly turned against him, she could have just killed him and moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept stepping in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She claimed there was no need to kill him—yet she staked her life on that belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, before dying, she had spoken of her younger brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than anything, he could feel it in their clashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the countless days he had spent observing, listening, and analyzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wove all those pieces together, unraveling the tangled threads and sorting them into order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Kraiss always said—intuition and instinct were things Enkrid had in abundance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Is your younger brother being held hostage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia’s hand twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight—even just below full knighthood—wouldn’t be shaken by mere words or provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her reaction was telling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her younger brother mattered to her more than anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he finished speaking, a deadly aura surged from Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was far denser than anything she had shown before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer weight of it pressed down like a force of nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s Will of Defiance activated instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightened his posture and stared back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia’s presence wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that her spirit had diminished, but her killing intent had faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had transformed—from a desire to kill into a desire to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yeah, I doubt you’d be working with those kinds of bastards. How did you figure it out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Observation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Tch. You really are sharp, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had spoken of her brother at Andrew’s estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That must have been what he pieced together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, repeating the day had made it easy for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia couldn’t have known that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s only half of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already guessed—her brother alone wasn’t the reason she was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must have had other choices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why, then, did she stand in his way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about the other half?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia hesitated, then sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This reaction was more alive than in any of the previous days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t want to die, turn back. That’s all I have to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was firm, deliberately suppressing emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because if I keep going, I’ll just die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What, did you secretly learn mind reading? That’d be a problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had repeated today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had seen what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was someone behind Aisia—someone who cut off loose ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their skill level?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least as strong as Rem or Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, no matter how exhausted she had been, Aisia wouldn’t have been taken down so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That must have been why she kept dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was where Enkrid needed to go next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted his grip on his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia, seeing that, steadied her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just turn back. That’s half a request.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid met her eyes and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The other half?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A threat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I respect your decision, Knight-Errant Aisia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He meant it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, his words carried truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because he truly respected her choice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would go beyond it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I let you go, you’ll die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia repeated her warning, but Enkrid didn’t listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he exhaled and adjusted his sword belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reset his stance, committing every detail to memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had repeated today over three hundred times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, he could recall details at a glance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decorative swords on the wall, the window’s placement, the location of the vases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t stop me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if not today—some other today—he would pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, she wouldn’t stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia only remembered previous versions of Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had never broken through her sword-tip precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prove it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia found herself smiling without realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That unwavering confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That posture, completely unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sight she enjoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Becoming a knight was about carrying that kind of spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than anything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had a fire that ignited everyone around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That included Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She genuinely didn’t want him to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why she wouldn’t let him pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why she wouldn’t kill him either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leveled her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword-tip precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t surpass this, he wouldn’t even start the real fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aisia—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere deep down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanted to see him break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Am I really hoping for that?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because his presence was that overwhelming?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been showing that same drive all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did it feel different now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight’s intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than ever before, she focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She summoned every ounce of Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She abandoned intimidation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She abandoned killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She poured everything into her blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t pass this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>",2132,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","08706a689c7e38e1bd87461f6fdd6aebcff742020048741fd70f6aa735252182","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-383","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-381",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]