[{"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-411":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},427975,689,"Chapter 409","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-411",411,"\u003Cp>It was said that a single knight could replace a thousand soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what would one do when faced with ten thousand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Count had deemed his opponent a knight and decided to kill him. Thus, he unleashed ten thousand wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Become fertilizer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Become nourishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Become sustenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Become a part of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect of the Count’s magic circle was simple—it manifested his domain into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By doing so, the wraiths gained physical form, transforming into wraith soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tide of black soot, pressing forward with corporeal bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when knocked down, the wraiths would rise again and continue to surge forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guuooaaahh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They let out terrible screams, a writhing mass of horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no formation, no discipline—just a chaotic stampede.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why they weren’t particularly fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike a disciplined army marching forward, they were more like an amorphous swarm tumbling toward their prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid observed them and thought of an ant colony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, these \"ants\" were the size of humans, and anyone caught in their tide would be torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he be the only one to die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier behind him, the one scratching furiously at his arm, would die as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one suddenly shouting into the air, as if seeing hallucinations, would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mother! Mother! Where are you going?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one mumbling to himself in despair, pretending to strangle himself, would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magenta, I shall join you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was chaos. The Count’s magic—curse, spell, whatever it was—had taken hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not everyone was affected, but many were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey. Where the hell do you think you’re going, you idiot? Magenta is my sister. You didn’t do anything with her, and she’s alive and well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the sane soldiers smacked the hand of the one choking himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell is happening?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another soldier looked around in confusion, his expression full of panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was fine, but why was everyone else like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t fully understand the nature of the Count’s magic, but he grasped the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the spell encompassed the entire battlefield, there had to be a limit. Those who moved beyond a certain range wouldn’t be affected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the longer they stayed here, the worse it would get.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With magic of this scale and influence, wouldn't eliminating the caster be the simplest solution?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an instinctive realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they didn’t push through and kill the source, there was no other way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why they had to advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem understood this and ordered them to form a formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I refuse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was the first to respond. He spoke while staggering slightly—his footing slipped for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was not in perfect condition. Overuse of his will had taken a toll on both his mind and body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, has something unholy taken root in your head? Shall I extract it for you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin expressed his concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Rem had succumbed to the sorcery of the mage ahead, so Audin graciously offered his assistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own body bore wounds, the result of facing formidable enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon wasn’t unscathed either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had paid the price for his failed assassination attempt on the Count earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small hole had been torn into his abdomen. He had hastily applied an ointment and wrapped it with a special bandage, but he wasn’t in shape for prolonged combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound was in a bad spot, and a cold sensation was creeping up from his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was no different. Using borrowed sorcery had left his insides churning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Enkrid was in the worst shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no damage from will-based attacks, but his body had been pushed far beyond its limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rearvart had fused monster muscle into his body in his bid to become a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To counter him, Enkrid had squeezed every last ounce of strength from himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luck had been on his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he hadn’t been able to wield his will—the one named Eye That Sees Ahead—then he would have woken up at dawn, doomed to repeat this day once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as they spoke, the black tide slithered forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a flood of oil creeping toward them, a sight so repulsive it made one’s skin crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some wraith soldiers tumbled and fell as they moved, but even then, they clawed at the ground, dragging themselves forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They existed only to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above them, tangled limbs formed grotesque clusters of writhing wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight was so nauseating it went beyond revulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone wanted to refuse, but refusal was not an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s take the shortcut.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did not waste words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, ever the nonchalant one, spoke next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss goes first, I’m second, lazybones is third. The alley cat and the preacher stay behind and cover our rear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was businesslike. Rem’s explanation lacked kindness, but Enkrid understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All those years spent training under him had not been in vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three-Wave Formation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a formation they had encountered once before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tactic used by centaur colonies and horse-beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first wave would draw attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second wave would deal damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third wave would break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each wave grew stronger than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem intended to rotate their positions repeatedly, continuously repeating the Three-Wave Formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explaining the strategy a hundred times wouldn’t help now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time for practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, the wraith horde was already upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guuooaaahh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howls sounded like ghouls screeching from the depths of a well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real combat is the best training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recalled something Rem had once said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he swung Silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pivoting on his left foot, he executed a greatsword technique—Crown Splitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade carved through space and fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Loosen up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem shouted from behind him, but the strike had already been delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first wraith that lunged forward had its skull split in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it had limbs, it was nothing more than a black mass with no discernible features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid’s sword cleaved through its head, a burst of black mist erupted from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, another wraith was already upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t care if their comrades fell before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Left!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wraith had formed something resembling a blade and was swinging it toward Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t be able to dodge by simply stepping to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only someone with immense trust could move so boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, a hammer-like mass shot out from the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash! Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s warhammer crushed the wraith’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without missing a beat, he swept his axe in a horizontal arc, slicing through several more wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t hack at them with brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used momentum—shifting his balance, channeling strength through his core, and leveraging the push from his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fluid motion designed for uninterrupted advancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two attacks, Rem stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The empty space he left was immediately filled by more wraith soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grrraaahh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jagged blade swung down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was Ragna’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single vertical slash, he bisected three entangled wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them reached out, trying to grasp his collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But its fingers never touched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna swung his sword and stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Rem even shouted, Enkrid had already recognized the pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many times had they sparred together?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds, if not more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They filled in the gaps, covering each other seamlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relaxing their grip, deflecting instead of blocking, focusing on avoidance rather than brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spear flew in from the side, impaling a wraith and sending it tumbling backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Advance, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Jaxon moved with swift efficiency, skewering and slicing any wraith that tried to encircle them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their roles were clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, Rem, and Ragna led the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin provided support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon covered the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encircled by darkness, they moved as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five warriors, carving through # Nоvеlight # the tide of wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krank saw it. Marcus saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell and Aisia were also overcome by a sense of foreboding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who witnessed the black wraiths, the soot, and the sky blotted out by dark clouds would feel the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more so when they saw the tide of wraiths crashing down upon Enkrid and his company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To any observer, it looked as if Enkrid and the Mad Platoon were doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a spell! It won’t last long!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia deliberately shouted in a cold, steady voice, as much to convince herself as the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a knight-in-training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't wield spells, but she had fought against mages more than a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced herself to stay rational, to think carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long could such large-scale magic be sustained?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was true. But even if it lasted only as long as a candle burned, both armies would suffer catastrophic losses, and the soldiers tainted by the wraiths would no longer be human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia could not foresee that part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We must cut a path through and escape,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Krank was still staring at the spot where Enkrid had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he truly dead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it, Your Highness!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus shouted. The battlefield was spiraling into madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Count was clearly possessed by something. No matter how powerful a mage was, could he really do this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should they have summoned the knight order?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell gripped the Idol Slayer tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I go in?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought crossed his mind as he gazed at the wraith tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. For now, enduring was the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after engulfing Enkrid’s group, the wraiths still overflowed, surging toward the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell had already cut down a few, and the Idol Slayer was immune to their corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant it was just a matter of cutting them down one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia gathered her squires into a tight formation and stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A leftward slash, a pivoting thrust to the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two precise strikes, and two wraiths fell, dissolving into mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without pausing to watch them vanish, Aisia flipped backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an acrobatic move unsuited for someone in full plate armor, but she wore a partial set, allowing her to execute near-impossible feats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she landed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wraith leapt down, crashing into the spot where she had just stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had no time to catch her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately jabbed her elbow sideways—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like striking solid rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their bodies weren’t soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She used the impact to pivot and drove her sword downward in a vertical slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another wraith fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was beginning to feel lightheaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long can I keep this up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was a battle of endurance, was holding out really the best option?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Krank and his men could last—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ordinary soldiers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Help me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaagh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wraith soldiers, with their fully corporeal bodies, threw themselves at the living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Individually, they weren’t particularly strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their numbers never seemed to end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kept coming, wave after relentless wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wraith soldiers knew no fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But crisis often called forth opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the battlefield, individuals emerged—warriors who could truly be called heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aged commanders with experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young soldiers with unwavering courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rallied those around them, forming pockets of resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how long could they endure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long did they have to last before survival became possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shroud of despair loomed overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darkened sky seemed to speak of their fate, as if foretelling their end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either they would be consumed by wraiths, or they would be torn apart and impaled by wraith soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of darkness, Enkrid abandoned all thought, all distractions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply swung his sword. Again. And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought came naturally, the exhaustion creeping in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he fought, he found ways to conserve his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of brute force, he twisted his sword to deflect attacks, minimizing the strain on his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his strength fell short, Rem covered for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when Rem wasn’t enough, Ragna took over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At times, they were forced back—two steps, three steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, they advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For every two steps they lost, they gained three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For every three steps they retreated, they surged forward four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s adjustments to their formation were crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid no longer dodged the falling wraith hands—he let them glance off the flat of his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parry and counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinarily, wraiths were immune to mundane steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with physical form, they had weaknesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regular swords could cut them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Enkrid stabbed and slashed, over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, only blackness remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soot-black wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide of wraith soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows upon shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness that filled every inch of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malicious hands grasping for his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sigh of joy escaped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could swing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could keep swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you insane?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s voice cut through the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had clearly seen Enkrid’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How can you smile in a situation like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they hadn’t stopped moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darkness broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid swung his sword once into empty air and stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no more wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that wasn’t quite true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, the battlefield was littered with corpses—wraith bodies bleeding mist, countless and broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid finally realized—they had cut straight through the heart of the wraith horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ahead of them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Count sat upon it, eyes wide with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From one side, a gaze calm and composed, worn from battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the other, eyes filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When faced with the incomprehensible, humans often had the same reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Count was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something had happened that defied his understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>",2295,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","df2a52d1415aab4e11a157f1e4f718a85682b02b639cc61629fe5e4c74506486","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-412","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-229",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]