[{"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-408":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},427965,689,"Chapter 406","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-408",408,"\u003Cp>Kraiss had determined that reinforcements were necessary, but he also believed that those reinforcements didn’t need to be a large force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are they lacking supplies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that wasn’t it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kingdom’s army wouldn’t have launched an attack without at least that much preparation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then could sheer numbers alone be enough to turn the tide of battle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was difficult to predict. Count Molsen’s plans were unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Count Molsen had prepared something—a fusion of magic and sorcery—and was in the midst of painting a picture of blood across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Kraiss predicted that the enemy would reveal something unforeseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind, always envisioning the worst possibilities, shone once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that case, it was only natural to send the fastest and strongest forces as reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small force with overwhelming combat ability was enough to flip the battlefield upside down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, Shinar, and Teresa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had provided each of them with two sturdy, fast horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Audin and Shinar were here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid took a step back. Audin had gently grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away. There was no reason to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just sit back and watch. I did the same earlier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem spoke as he watched Audin step forward. Then, with a resounding thud, he clashed his weapons together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his right hand, he held his usual long-hafted axe, and in his left, a shorter-handled hammer—where he had picked it up from was anyone’s guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knew that Rem didn’t discriminate when it came to weapons. In other words, Rem was fully prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So we just need to cut them down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna dragged the tip of his sword along the ground as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever he had done to it, the blade’s edge was ruined, jagged like a saw. It would be fitting to call it a serrated blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, because it was in Ragna’s hands, it was still fearsome. Even if he held nothing but a wooden sword, he would be just as menacing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, more than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His determination was evident—whatever stood in his way, he would cut it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, having pulled Enkrid back, smiled and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, those who must be chastised stand before us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A direct translation would mean he intended to send them straight to their god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s fists were more than capable tools to deliver them to judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore leather gauntlets, each stitch appearing meticulously sewn. The craftsmanship was sturdy and refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The material seemed to be made from a beast’s hide. Enkrid’s eyes weren’t mistaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specifically, it was centaur hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Processing it took time, but it was remarkably tough and durable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had ordered them made and ensured they were properly delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious, Enkrid asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leather gauntlets? Who made them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is an excellent tailor in our unit. I do not know his name, but his stitching is exquisite. He once served as a squad leader but is now in charge of supplies, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face came to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Red nose, drinks too much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the tension between the five monstrosities and their group remained palpable, Enkrid spoke, and \u002FN_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t\u002F Audin answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if they were saying it was fine to talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Audin’s gaze never wavered. His eyes were fixed on the largest of the five creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I owed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same man who had crafted his leather greaves and gauntlets during his first repetition of today. His skills had improved significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had become a supply officer for the Border Guard. That meant his craftsmanship had been recognized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss oversaw logistics. There was no way he would allow an incompetent to handle supplies. That alone was proof of the tailor’s exceptional skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fiancée, who troubled you? Point them out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Audin’s side, Shinar’s whimsical fairy humor remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cold, intelligent appearance and flat tone made his words sound indifferent, yet their meaning was anything but.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The one who troubled me is already gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied, pointing a finger toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sent them to the Lord. Well done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A priest who praised killing—aside from Audin, Enkrid doubted there were many like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not every follower of a war god behaved this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, still without a hint of amusement, unsheathed his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A wretch who sullies the blood of the fae stands before us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the five was a fairy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was momentarily surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had met that one earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had kept running even after being cut in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn’t expected them to be alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if they had survived, he hadn’t expected them to stand here, looking whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had distinctly seen their guts spilling from a neat axe wound to the torso, yet there they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though faint traces of darkened blood seeped through poorly stitched wounds, the fact that they could move at all was astounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been certain he had killed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar strode forward with his Leaf Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, the group blocking Enkrid’s path consisted of Rem, Ragna, Audin, and Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, meanwhile, was no longer standing in the same spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Enkrid realized it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon appeared beside the count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His slender rapier shot forward, aimed directly at the count’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a strike no one had anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was about to pierce the count’s skull—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jaxon did not achieve his goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like striking solid steel, his blade rebounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force had been far beyond what should have been possible for human skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But standing still meant praying for death. The moment he struck, Jaxon threw himself backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black claw slashed through the air where he had stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One glance was enough to know that getting grazed by that would be a disaster. The black claws carried a heavy sense of malevolence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon immediately understood that whatever had blocked his blade was not a defensive spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had specifically targeted the count after sensing there was no magic in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The count’s skin was simply that tough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you transplanted a monster’s flesh into your own?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon posed the question, delivering information to everyone at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The count’s skin was inhumanly durable. It was no different from a beast’s hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A mere insect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The count scoffed, waving his hand. The black claws slashed toward Jaxon once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon disappeared into the ground like a shadow and reappeared five steps away. But the claws relentlessly pursued him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, those who could be considered Rearvart’s kin—though they did not share blood—charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front was the fairy that Rem had half-killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uuuuuugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clawed at her own head before suddenly breaking into a sprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not directly, but in a wide, arcing path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, she was terrifyingly fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid’s eyes, she seemed faster than Rearvart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Rearvart discarded all restraint and relied solely on his physical capabilities, he might have replicated that speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a human, as a knight, his honor had been his final shackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had wanted to be a true knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he had not fought like a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what if he had?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer stood before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the enemy had vanished from view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Enkrid realized he had lost sight of them, a sharp sting spread across his right cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something sliced through the air. A strike empowered by sheer momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid sensed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no need to react himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One fairy had been muttering something for a while now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the enemy had even moved, their words had already reached Enkrid’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A kin of the forest who has lost their pride.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a jest. It was a genuine call to arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leaf Blade met another Leaf Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two swords met, green light scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact forced the opponent back, and Shinar was pushed two steps as well. The two of them stood apart, facing each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their swords were similar in shape. One was a traditional Leaf Blade, while the other was a grotesque imitation, its blade formed by tangled veins protruding from the back of the opponent’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can hardly be called kin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar rebuked them. The fairy opponent, though not entirely devoid of intelligence, responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you saying, bitch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the kindest of words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar gave a faint smile. A smile so cold it almost stung just to look at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To speak such vulgarities before my betrothed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, Shinar raised her Leaf Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she had scorned the opponent, she had already sensed the difference after just one exchange of blows. Strength, speed, and bodily endurance—everything was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she did not think of them as a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were nothing more than a monster struggling to imitate one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar had seen fairy knights before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were beings worthy of respect and honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No amount of self-mutilation could turn this creature into one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, it must be cut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to free this foolish, ignorant fairy’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will speak to the forest and the flowers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar spoke as she lifted her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange thing happened. Though her weapon was the same, it seemed to emanate the scent of fresh greenery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spring arrives, and spring is the season of boundless vitality.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She murmured, continuing her chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her secret art was one that drew upon the essence of the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she had once demonstrated in a sparring match that had entertained Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had used multiple phantom bodies to confuse her opponent, and through the forest’s essence, she could physically strike with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, of course, was merely one aspect of her abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was just a trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gathered the essence of the forest, called upon the spirits, and received their response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar infused herself with the essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a lost fairy technique, forgotten because no one could wield it anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corrupted fairy’s blade came flying toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bore the resemblance of a leaf and was thus called a Leaf Blade, its edge nearing her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar had already consumed the gathered essence without reserve, matching her opponent’s speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t merely deflect the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the descending blade came crashing down from above, she twisted her own sword upward and flung it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword shimmered with a soft green hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leaf Blade’s art, Seasons, altered the nature of the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the sword in her grasp was spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spring’s Leaf Blade exuded boundless energy, alive with essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its form remained unchanged, but the power it held was transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, Shinar’s movements resembled a dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the fact that she was striking, cutting, and piercing, it might have simply been a dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with each strike, she shattered the enemy’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crushed the chimera fairy who had once dreamed of becoming a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Shinar initiate her battle, Audin spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was late, so as a penalty, I shall take on two of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he finished speaking, the remaining guards lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the corrupted fairy, they moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And like the others, they were faster than Rearvart had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was no real issue for Audin and the two beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Audin spoke, Ragna extended his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster. Stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To achieve that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That intangible force infused his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laid his intent upon it and willed it into his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed how Will moved and directed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the answer Ragna had found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would only last for the span of two breaths before dissipating, but that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, for an instant, wielded a knight’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, he wielded the sword of an Azpen knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been nothing more than speed and sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Ragna followed suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left foot moved half a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shortened his motion as much as possible, channeling power from his ankles through his waist as he twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a preparatory movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the monster charging at him, he was undeniably slower in raising his sword and adjusting his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an observer, it might have seemed that he would be skewered in an instant, his heart or some of his entrails ripped out, knocking on the gates of heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could perceive what was happening, that is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s blade accelerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was far faster than the creature’s charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it could even react, his sword drew its line through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against an unfathomable speed and strength, the false tower they had built crumbled without resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice. Rip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It happened in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature lunged—only to be split in two and sent flying in opposite directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, who had been swinging his axe and hammer, saw it happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That crazy bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was even more unhinged than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having faced one of these things himself, Rem knew—they were far from weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He retrieved the items he had taken while capturing the Undying Berserker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the West, in Rem’s homeland, the concept of Will did not exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t even a word for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they had a path of honing their hearts and advancing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They called it sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Rem’s people, sorcery was an essential weapon required to become a warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their inherited weapons had stemmed from it as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch closely, you bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem spoke toward Ragna and snapped a small totem between his thumb and forefinger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tiny effigy, no thicker than two fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its effect was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It imbued the caster’s body with Lightning Stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation, Rem pulled out another charm, crumpled it, and shoved it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one granted The Strength of the Bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two spells to reinforce the strength of his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t originally his magic. It wasn’t something he had cultivated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a trick that allowed him to temporarily use these sorceries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that trick made his body even faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles surged with power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s opponent wielded a pair of heavy swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature dodged every time, avoiding Rem’s attacks effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if evasion alone would suffice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Enkrid had once struggled to fend off Rearvart, Rem’s axe had been forced into constant defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His axe moved at an angle never seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It surged upward from below before crashing down like a thunderbolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent blocked it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was sent flying backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact jolted through their body, forcing them back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with sorcery, such force was difficult to achieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was possible only because it was Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had an innate talent not just for wielding his body but for utilizing sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he used it to its fullest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hammer slammed into the creature’s ribs, and as it reeled, his axe slipped past its guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head split vertically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether due to monster blood or thickened bones, it was only half-severed—one eye dangling loosely as pieces of the brain spilled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem let his arms drop, exhaling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is going to have consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the price for borrowing another’s sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted to the final two remaining opponents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a glance, Audin seemed barely holding them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one interfered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had said he would take two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to take responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem still thought Audin was a damned zealot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at least, he was one who kept his word.\u003C\u002Fp>",2629,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","4b13bfaa687d0e48ed34bdf18901b78af81e539ef55763b1900a42d3dc0ecb20","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-226","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-407",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]