[{"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-414":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},427983,689,"Chapter 412","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-414",414,"\u003Cp>Enkrid lifted his head toward the falling rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raindrops, thup-thup, washed the blood from his body. It felt as if the rain was embracing his exhausted form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sensation he sometimes experienced when sleeping with Esther curled up against him—this felt similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did Esther do something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed likely. The count’s reaction, the demon’s words—both hinted at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain thickened, but it did not stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pooled on the ground, washing away the blood and forming thin streams of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had carved his way through ten thousand wraiths and cut down the count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded simple in words, but it was not something that could be dismissed as simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an accomplishment. A feat worthy of recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stood under the rain, steadying his breath before retrieving the broken half of Silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body groaned in protest as he moved toward the count’s lifeless corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, too, was finally regaining movement now that the paralysis from the Holy Restriction was lifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve done well, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So have you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their exchange was brief and unembellished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin walked forward, his boots sinking slightly into the wet earth, and knelt beside the count’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bringing his hands together, he began a prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the duty of a priest to pray for the dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if his life had been filled with nothing but sin, he would be given a chance to reflect before the Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May he remain by Your side and receive Your teachings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The god Audin followed delighted in punishing sinners. His teachings were not kind—they were closer to a personal beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sinner’s repentance would be assisted by the Lord’s fists and feet. That was how it was understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May you find peace there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wondered if that was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna stood up, his movements unsteady. Though he didn’t let out a groan, his body was far from unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he had overexerted himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword was damaged, the armor wrapped around his body was torn, most of it in ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, no one had the energy to mock him for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, too, was still standing with a hole in his stomach. Yet his expression remained impassive as he slowly pushed himself off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried an odd sense of relief, mixed with a faint tinge of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he want to be the one to land the final blow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain continued falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned his gaze toward Rem, who had yet to rise on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem stared right back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are you waiting for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked with his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, after a long moment of contemplation, finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll grant you the honor of carrying me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, I can’t walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t walk from that alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, unable to hold back, commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weak constitution?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps you’ve been neglecting your training,” Audin said with genuine concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m merely offering you a chance to be grateful to me, Captain,” Rem declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, none of their words fazed his thick-skinned pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t know the full extent of the situation, but he did know one thing—Rem had pushed himself the hardest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before the battle formation was set, Rem had used sorcery. And not his own—it had been borrowed magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using someone else’s sorcery was one of the most dangerous acts a sorcerer could commit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the equivalent of stealing another person’s offering of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Rem had done was forcibly modify and wield a totem crafted by the Madman of Immortality himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forcing such magic would naturally cause recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On top of that, he had played the role of midway coordinator within the battle formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Audin, the foundation of the formation, had not endured as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body screaming in agony was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could have endured the damage and walked if he forced himself, but he had no desire to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve done enough. I should at least get carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’ll be fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also wanted to recover as quickly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen Enkrid’s final slash—the moment the count was cut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I heal quickly, we can spar sooner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Rem had become infected by Enkrid’s way of thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, too, wanted to cross swords with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Properly. With a sound body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he would get carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was casual, but his eyes burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His determination to be carried burned so intensely it seemed to evaporate the rain around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does my body look fine to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked dryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Compared to mine, yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s response was confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly a mad bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Enkrid still intended to carry him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done enough to earn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, he didn’t have to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had they arrived?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel and Teresa had appeared, both catching their breath after running to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll carry him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem didn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter who carried him, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel hoisted him onto her back, and Enkrid roughly collected what he could from the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain continued to pour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid and his company began their walk back toward their camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path through the wraiths had not been as long as it had seemed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they fought their way in, it had felt endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, as they walked back, it was a short road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy was silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their allies were even quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were returning along the very road they had carved with their own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was watching them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Enkrid and his companions did not care for their gazes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead of them, Crang approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was drenched, but he did not look like a soaked rat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He neither smiled nor carried the air of victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression betrayed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his pupils wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his posture and expression were calm, the emotions in his eyes were completely exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before the count's death, the soldiers had fought not only against the wraith soldiers but also against the wraiths attempting to seize their own bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought and fought again, endured and endured again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When will this end?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their stamina was reaching its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe dying would be easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mental strength was fraying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies and minds had nearly collapsed, and the wraith soldiers, knowing no fear, continued to swarm them endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wraiths made no distinction between kingdom soldiers and the count’s forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the undifferentiated waves of wraiths, the two divided armies had merged into one chaotic battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who had fought bravely could only endure for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the soldiers witnessed terrifying nightmares and illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die, die, die, die, die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was neither nightmare nor illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the sight of those fighting against Count Molsen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther’s spell had interfered with the count’s incantations, creating a bizarre phenomenon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the soldiers in that place saw Enkrid’s battle with their own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus saw it as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia also watched, her fist clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should be there!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t pull herself away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though some shepherd-turned-warrior had miraculously stepped up, her absence could still put the prince at risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike her, Dunbakel and Teresa had rushed toward the battle the moment they understood the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether as a human shield or as opportunists aiming for a killing blow, they needed to be there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew, on the other hand, could not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther had yet to wake, and he had determined that his role was to guard this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he could only watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers were too exhausted to even cry out in victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huuhhk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most [N O V E L I G H T] of them collapsed, gasping for air. Even those who managed to remain upright soon slumped to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t have the strength to cheer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain continued to soak them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, the rain was a blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if it was washing away the wraiths’ taint clinging to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in truth, it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what Esther had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Esther opened her eyes in the real world, she had already understood what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The count had tried to manifest a spell-world onto this land, but was that even possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demonic power had interfered, but in the end, it had been a foolish endeavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he had succeeded, the idiotic sorcerer would have lost control of his own body and continued his foolishness in a possessed stupor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like when he created the chimeras—he would have turned the entire kingdom into test subjects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps something even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the nature of a demon’s whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she couldn’t dismantle each of the demon’s spells one by one, Esther had poured the majority of her magic into summoning the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why the soldiers had seen glimpses of the count’s final moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther had seen it, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The madman who had cut down the count and had nearly cut down the demon as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt the need to explain just how dangerous a demon truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang had watched Enkrid’s fight and murmured to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands were not clammy with sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing he could do here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that a feeling of helplessness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had his own stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, this was a stage meant for his friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could do was trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he trusted. Again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I believe in you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And belief was not betrayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trust was rewarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain poured down, and the wraiths crumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the surviving soldiers came to their senses, Crang took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus called out to him, but he didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he reached Enkrid did he halt, lingering in silence before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praise him. The hero who saved us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus, who had followed him, agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was not alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia limped forward and instinctively nodded at the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang inhaled, his core tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice had been too soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praise him! The hero who saved us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of his talents—pressurizing his diaphragm and unleashing a bursting shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uhh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One soldier raised his head, tears in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain dripped down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uwoooohhhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We survived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For the hero!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For the Mad Platoon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their cries mixed together, becoming an indistinguishable roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the storm of voices seemed to push the rain away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat of their fervor was that intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of that fervor, an old commander scowled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not like the disorder of their cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But had he not witnessed it himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The count had transformed into a demon, and our hero had cut him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander called out, his voice firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of you, repeat after me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many soldiers followed his command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was the one who had led them in enduring the wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was their hero as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demon Slayer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who slew a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the world know the name of the man who cut it down!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers around him took up the chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demon Slayer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the cry spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demon Slayer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The one who killed a demon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain continued to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it had been summoned by Esther’s magic, but now, it was merely the rain that was meant to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was still overcast, with no sunlight piercing through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet everyone saw something shine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For if he, who had slain a demon, banished the wraiths, and ended the war, did not shine—then what could?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demon Slayer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the demon survived to hear this, it would have gnashed its fangs in indignant fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, listening blankly, finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t kill the demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be precise, Noble Slayer would be more accurate,” Rem commented matter-of-factly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demon’s Minion Slayer would be more precise,” Audin added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a religious perspective, the nature of their enemy had been clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does it matter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna dismissed their reasoning with dry indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, as usual, remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel briefly considered hurling Rem off her back but decided against it, estimating the level of retaliation she’d suffer later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa quietly agreed with Audin’s assessment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Crang let out a gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid and his group were more than deserving of being called heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had also realized something else—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re all completely insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, oblivious to Crang’s thoughts, nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he agreed, but because he was certain he was the most normal one here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks,” he said dryly. “Most insane bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since the battle ended, Enkrid nearly faltered in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had immediately tried to fight again after the demon appeared, but this—this caught him off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who’s the most insane one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Rem right here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha! Let’s go! Eat, drink, and rest! The royal palace can be drained dry for all I care!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the echoes of Demon Slayer and the victorious cries of We survived! and We won!,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The count’s soldiers, now prisoners, silently laid down their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The civil war was over.\u003C\u002Fp>",2216,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","fc8c0b5682876b26143d0357aeea5bdaa7f2cd092c7583222f7268e967f85c53","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-451","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-263",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]