[{"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-423":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},428020,689,"Chapter 421","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-423",423,"\u003Cp>\"Ominous signs are approaching.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violet lamp, ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) a lone boat floating on a black river, and the ferryman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A setting so familiar now that Enkrid could envision it with his eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was on the ferryman’s boat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean by ominous signs?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid sat at the edge of the boat, idly wondering if he should cross his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could decide, the ferryman’s gaze settled on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot tell you any more than that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A response as fickle as the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked at him with the same wary eyes he reserved for all unpredictable men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman was never the same. His personality, his speech, even his attitude shifted at whim, as if dictated by some unseen force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid wasn’t troubled by such people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had wandered the continent just to master swordsmanship—he had seen far worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brawlers, mercenaries, noble guards, caravan swordsmen, instructors at training halls—there had been plenty of eccentric and peculiar figures among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the strangest ones of all were now under his command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had more than enough experience dealing with people like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, the ferryman was easier to handle than Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to react. No need to show emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded, buying himself a moment before asking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do you know that something ominous is coming?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman didn’t answer. He truly had no intention of saying more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lingered on Enkrid for a moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, darkness fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes, it was morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The summer sun rose early, and even during his isolation training, the surroundings were already bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid focused on his usual training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon had spent days lost in thought after their duel, but afterward, he had suddenly started acting friendly with the squad members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, however, he had returned to his usual self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that, but he had taken a short leave, claiming he had some business to take care of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were here, they could have had another sparring match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good morning, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin greeted him as he stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Teresa, Dunbakel, Rophod, and Bell emerged one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re intense this early in the morning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell muttered, unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t training meant to be watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just something Enkrid did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When are you going to fight me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A replacement, since Jaxon was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A possessed spirit, desperate for battle, must have latched onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell felt the itch in his hands, but he held back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious that he’d lose, so why bother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shepherd always moved efficiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still... There’s something about him that sets your blood boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just watching made his chest burn with the urge to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid wasn’t going to force someone unwilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he turned and began another grueling session with Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starting with impact training, they then moved into stretching postures that tore at every muscle fiber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Muscles that lose flexibility are nothing more than useless flesh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s instruction continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa oversaw Rophod’s training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel, dripping with sweat, silently mimicked Enkrid’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it a nightmare? Or just the ferryman’s tricks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, this was the morning that followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been half a month since Enkrid returned to the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The days were growing familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the fact that the battalion commander had started calling him General was becoming normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was plenty of work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with Kraiss handling most of it, Enkrid’s own responsibilities were surprisingly light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think we should standardize the soldiers’ equipment first, then divide them into specialized units for training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That outpost should be expanded. We need to turn it into an actual fortress. Right now, it only holds twenty men, but we should aim for at least a hundred. If we give each location a proper name, the soldiers will feel a stronger sense of duty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The nobles keep sending gifts. I’ll handle the replies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diplomacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lockfried Trading Company wants to establish branches in the surrounding cities. Should we approve it? If not, Leona might sulk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Economy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ve raised the soldiers’ wages. I also selected a few capable individuals to become landowners. There’s a lot of fertile land going unused, so I was thinking of establishing some new outposts near Green Pearl’s borders.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, even if Kraiss had ten bodies, it still wouldn’t be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you eating properly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked as he wiped away sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in the middle of a weapons control drill using a practice sword—one that was five times the weight of an ordinary steel blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss looked up in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you not busy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eastern fairy tales were true, then even a genie summoned from a lamp wouldn’t work as hard as Kraiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s manageable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should I raise your salary?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m already at the limit. If I take any more, I’d be making more than the Border Guard’s lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss wasn’t the type to forget his own pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And am I actually doing the work? All I do is approve things from the top.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had even gone out of his way to get Enkrid an official seal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a noble by birth, but at this point, Enkrid had more authority than most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had taken over an entire territory once ruled by a rebel lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a hero of the kingdom, a slayer of demons, a friend of the king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I also brought in Gilpin to help with administrative work. And Lockfried Trading Company is handling most of the financial records.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid let Kraiss do as he pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to manage things this well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entrusted everything to Kraiss, only overseeing a few details himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them was the soldiers’ armament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spearmen, swordsmen, shield bearers. Train them all in basic weapon handling, then outfit them like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For swordsmen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A longsword and a dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wrist-mounted mini-crossbow, inspired by a bandit’s design Enkrid had once seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A leather tunic reinforced with flaxseed oil, covered in hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arm and shin guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three throwing knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kite shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A padded leather helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For spearmen and archers, the equipment was similar, minus their primary weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fully armed, all they need is a backpack, and they’ll be suffering anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss glanced at his commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid immediately answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone who complains about the weight—send them home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Guard had once been desperate for numbers, accepting any recruit they could find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was no longer the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fewer, better-trained soldiers are preferable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything they were discussing was meant to increase combat effectiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they had an office, most of these discussions happened on the training field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordsmen, spearmen, archers, shield bearers, cavalry, mounted archers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid laid the foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss built upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since we're at it, why don’t we reorganize your squad? You know you can’t remain an independent unit forever, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed the order along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rem, pick out a few good men and form a new unit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shock force—soldiers who would charge into battle and carve through enemy lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh? You serious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wasn’t careful, this training would just turn the recruits into broken wrecks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said form a unit, not destroy them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll do my best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t do your best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pitied the soldiers already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave Ragna the same order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cavalry, infantry, take your pick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too much work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning from the royal palace, Ragna devoted himself to training for a few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, just like before, he began lounging around the barracks, dozing off at every opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the occasional appearance at the training grounds—usually because Rophod dragged him out—he had returned to his lazy ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rophod, fearless as ever, repeatedly challenged Ragna to spar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, he was either beaten to a pulp or threatened with death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep bothering me, and I’ll cut off one of your arms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I’ll train hard enough not to lose it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, Rophod remained undeterred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare kind of fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, outwardly, he seemed that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was the type to follow through on his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though… he probably wouldn’t actually cut off an arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Enkrid found it necessary to step in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t cut him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ll see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not exactly reassuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, pairing Rophod with Ragna had its benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant someone was keeping an eye on the lazy bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Rophod, trained by the knightly order, was better suited than anyone to handle squad organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel was assigned to Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Rem had someone to torment, he’d go easier on the rest of the troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, of course, took it all in stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see no issue, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, in itself, was worrying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Teresa was sent to watch over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Enkrid was satisfied that the elite training would continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t need numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wasn’t one to ignore his responsibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handled his training and his duties without cutting corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thanks to Kraiss, his training hours hadn’t suffered in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s watch some training. Show me what you’ve got.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne had officially joined Enkrid’s command through a request to the royal palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, she followed him around like a baby duck trailing its mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During her time in the Gilpin Guild, she had crushed every opponent thrown at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had even encountered Frokk Meelun, the infamous resident of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they had merely acknowledged each other’s existence before going their separate ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither seemed remotely interested in the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When asked why, Frokk simply shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Frokk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone follows their own desires. That Frokk's desires are not my concern.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, Frokk made no effort to understand what didn’t interest her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which, ironically, made her unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few Frokk took an interest in anything beyond their immediate wants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne’s desire, however, was knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, she was an academic among her kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think is the essence of proper swordsmanship?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne had been a great asset—not just in combat, but in instruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A skilled duelist wasn’t necessarily a good teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, Ragna, Audin, Jaxon—they were proof of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell them to train soldiers, and they would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it came to teaching?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Geniuses were often like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, Lua Gharne was an excellent teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tactics?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Implication and control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key was this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You didn’t have to swing your sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you could shape the battlefield through subtle gestures and feints, you were already in control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Actually striking is merely the final step after everything has been confirmed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then why is it that even when I maneuver Rem into a predictable position, he still counters instantly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because that axe is a monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne’s eyes could perceive talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, Rem was a monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Ragna?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That bastard is a monster with a sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Audin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A monster in body.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jaxon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A scheming monster?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne’s vocabulary was lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, to be fair, Enkrid agreed with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you? You’re an incomprehensible monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, Shinar came by to spar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had a habit of unleashing techniques that sent chills down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, even then, it felt as if she was holding back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s wrong? Did you think you’d win easily, fiancé?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps it’s time to change how you address me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"General fiancé?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s not change it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Kraiss only needed to hear what Enkrid was requesting to understand Crang’s intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s preparing for war.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Probably.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With Azpen?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Most likely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered vaguely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kraiss had already figured it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man’s mind worked in ways no one could fathom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each day passed in much the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every night, the ferryman appeared in his dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ominous signs are approaching.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For fifteen nights, Enkrid had heard the same words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the ferryman trying to get him to say it was getting old?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He always called Enkrid persistent and annoying, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid didn’t feel annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know how close it is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot tell you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was simply curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the ferryman was speaking, it was a wall—something inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the ferryman didn’t know exactly what the omen was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If time repeated, he could glimpse the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing everything before it happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even gods could do that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even repeated days change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man before him had proven that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was the price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ominous signs are approaching.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman was being generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I look forward to seeing it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman scowled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t take back his kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It draws near.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, Enkrid remained unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take this seriously, foolish one, who walks the path of mortals only to meet ruin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I am taking this very seriously.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t look serious in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, he looked eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman found that incredibly irritating.\u003C\u002Fp>",2204,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","3be07303197f027d47bddb062ec5c51d14f7b50cfffa500eabea9edc0507691a","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-244","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-422",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]