[{"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-464":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},428038,689,"Chapter 469","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-464",464,"\u003Cp>Clothes soaked in purple blood. A dagger in hand. The high sky still full of drifting clouds and a cool wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in between, three grotesquely out-of-place Giant corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be dangerous. His instincts warned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why they couldn’t turn back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s go,” Enkrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might have sounded abrupt, but the meaning was clear. He was saying he’d go with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re going, I’m going too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hoo, fine. I’ll come along too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel added with exaggerated generosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem looked at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would that man go along with someone else’s will? No—he wasn’t that kind of man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it came to stubbornness, he was the most unyielding on the continent.Could that stubbornness ever be broken?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem reached a conclusion in a flash and responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They set off again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After discovering the three Giants, Rem found traces of a village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit. What the hell is this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torn tents, dented cooking pots, and wide, flat stone slabs caught their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were barely any bloodstains. Hardly any smell of blood either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place, once a village, sat slightly elevated—like a small highland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center were the remnants of a large bonfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remains of a burned campsite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby were scorched tents, fragments of belongings, and dry wood piled up. In the center sat a large cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside it were bones and tufts of hair—clearly human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched and sifted through the remains with his hands, observing the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No other traces.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No shattered palisades, no snapped bowstaves or broken spear shafts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a battlefield, it was strangely devoid of signs. That was Rem’s assessment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were a lot of things that didn’t sit right. But this one—he felt he could be sure of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at a lump of soil with tree-like grain patterns—evidence of something being buried there—Rem spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There were people I knew here. Or should’ve been.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So they’re gone now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied, scanning the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then who—or what—was the “Prophet” the three Giants mentioned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No signs of anything besides those three Giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. And the three Giants—something’s off about them. Their blood’s weird, and there’s barely any monsters around here. That’s weird too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said, almost to himself. His arms were crossed, his axe resting at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because it’s the West doesn’t mean there are no monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, this region often had unique creatures rarely seen elsewhere on the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sandwings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White-furred beasts that smelled like soil and mimicked human voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had said such creatures were common around here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps due to the dry climate, things like Lizardmen or Crocodile-types were rarely seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, a few wild Benteltas had been spotted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had short snouts, scales instead of fur, short front legs, and long hind legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they ran, they were nearly as fast as horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though… it was hard to imagine taming creatures like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, in the West, some people did ride them. There had to be techniques for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re being watched.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem dusted off his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the Giants have attacked the village?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Possibly. But the people who had lived here weren’t the type to be taken down so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant there was some unknown variable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem stepped forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group resumed their march.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if one village had gone silent, nothing about the road ahead had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked, Enkrid lifted his head. For a moment, it looked like the clouds were moving faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard that in this region, when the wind blew, it poured in wild gusts—but most days there was hardly any breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, it was hard to imagine any rain coming in this kind of air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scratchy might be the word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on his experience, there wasn’t even the faintest scent of rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne, following behind, spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too dry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the conditions were ideal. But for Lua Gharne, it might have been uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept drinking water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink all you want. We’ll arrive by tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said. Lua Gharne nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, dusty yellow winds would blow through, only to be followed by clean, crisp air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving forward again, Rem muttered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People around here don’t much like change.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said it while scanning the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t looking for more Giant tracks—he was just navigating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They used landmarks—ridges, boulders, massive trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things that didn’t change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things that stayed rooted even in storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a grand, awe-inspiring landscape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If people lived here, every day would pass like a timeless moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one part of the yellow earth, occasional patches of grass grew. Elsewhere, there were stretches of gray stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sandstone hills formed from clumped grains dotted the land, worn down and cracked by time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These won’t make for good landmarks, Enkrid thought, taking in the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean by that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s war, and we fight among ourselves too. But in the end, no one wants real change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if we fight, raise our voices, and die on this land, that’s all it is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They want to believe it’s all fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Rem spoke about things he truly hated, he often became oddly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he realized it or not, Enkrid did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like with Jaxon or Ragna—if he raised his voice at them, it was nothing serious. Just regular anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when his voice dropped and he drew his axe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, after getting thrashed by Ragna, he’d heard that tone more often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t get what’s fun about that kind of life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t hesitate to answer. The meaning was serious, but his tone fluttered lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had conviction in what he believed, and that’s why he moved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d lived caring about others’ opinions, he wouldn’t be here now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a line that compressed his entire life into words—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even if it sounded light, it wasn’t meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell cares?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yeah, true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered to himself and walked on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because one way of life is called the right one—just because everyone says so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does that mean you have to live that way? That it’s the answer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there’s such a thing as a correct life…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you know what you want—then go out and claim it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s who Enkrid was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Rem… wasn’t so different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he left the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To live a life of claiming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To move forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to become some lump of desert worn down by the western wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once run from duty and responsibility. That was a fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because he acknowledged it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could return now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how Rem had defined his own happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mind. Mood. Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When learning spells, you often had to internalize certain patterns. This was similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem remembered a mindset—one he’d forgotten—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feeling he’d pulled out sometime after leaving the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tonight we’re going to eat something good. If anyone’s too exhausted… let them rest. Dunbakel was whining earlier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nah, leave him. He’s just itchy with pride.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel was either sluggish, dry, or indifferent. Truly a dull beastkin. All he had to say about the wide land was that it made him uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was because it resembled the open plains where beastkin usually lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try washing once in a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem threw the comment his way, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There aren’t many beastkin who wash as well as I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel answered confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Enkrid didn’t believe him. Neither did Rem, nor Lua Gharne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If anyone’s tired, hop on someone’s back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said indifferently, continuing to march forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked from what looked like wasteland, across dirt paths and patches of short grass, heading toward a ridgeline on the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ridge was full of pitted rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it had once been a volcanic zone—muted ash-gray surfaces pressed down by sheets of basalt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, it might look like a lava giant stomped across this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to his conditioned senses and trained spatial perception, Enkrid could guess the shapes and indentations just by examining the terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They marched through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, a few monsters jumped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rat-headed beasts with long claws. Dunbakel sliced them apart with her curved blade like it was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My turn, huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° knew that if monster blood got on her, she’d have to wash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the moment she struck, she immediately slipped away to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like lightning—strike and retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She handled the monsters without letting a single drop of blood touch her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel had improved a lot since before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that’s how it looked to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How would she have fared against those Giants earlier?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d managed to hold his own, but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel would’ve won. Odds were much better on her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, in a real fight, odds meant little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diligent training increases your chances of survival, but it’s no guarantee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I overestimating Dunbakel’s skills?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I suppress that instinct and balance it out with caution?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel didn’t seem to be thinking too hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had definitely changed after the radiant baptism on the previous battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it’s her path to walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t think it was his concern. Dunbakel would carve her own way forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ll get eaten by hyenas or Surina.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said, glancing back at the dead monsters before continuing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they moved on, they passed by jagged, blade-like rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A natural fortress—sharp, solid stone formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid scanned the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the right were scattered meadows—patches of short grass. A few sheep were grazing leisurely there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheep?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheep here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were cattle too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a few people moving among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to their all-night march, dawn was beginning to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunlight mixed with clouds and the uniquely dry air of the West to light up the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The region, painted in gray and yellow earth tones, was now bathed in gentle sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was peace in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With almost no fog, visibility was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight added color—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the gray and ochre came light browns, pale green grasses, and a natural harmony of shades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the sheep and cattle, four people were moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might’ve shown caution, but the figure only glanced at their group before striding forward without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the clouds pass overhead, they never said enemies would come too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure was tall, broad-shouldered—massive. But the voice was unexpectedly thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, it seemed like a beastkin covered in thick fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was just clothing for insulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hair was braided and hung down behind. The color was a light brown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, the figure’s footsteps made almost no sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if something had been attached under the boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid could tell just by looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, someone used to hunting. That’s how they appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person’s eyes scanned each of them—excluding Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t quite suspicion, nor simple observation—somewhere in between.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was a calm, quiet intensity in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like flowing lava.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What you saw was slow and steady, but if you touched it by mistake—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’d be burned alive instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A person who had carefully wrapped their raging heat in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gaze landed on Enkrid, Dunbakel, and Lua Gharne—and moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t linger on Enkrid’s face either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he was dusty and travel-worn, his face was still striking—but she didn’t care in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she asked—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which side?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a blunt question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean by that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s answer came, surprisingly subdued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem—intimidated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t surprising that they knew each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was shocking was that Rem looked small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe this was all a dream, something conjured up by Fatbelly Boatman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no ferryman. No mirage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was reality. His senses said so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m asking why you left home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall woman spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem didn’t answer right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Enkrid took them both in—Rem and the warrior woman—his instincts clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind spun, piecing together everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really coming with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You could stay behind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d get there faster alone, why take the long way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why Rem had hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I go now, I might die. No—I'll die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why he refused to leave with his injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why he showed a rare glimpse of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why he was oddly reluctant, even when saying he was going to “retrieve something left behind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer stood right in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey. Bastard. I said talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The western warrior toyed with the axe at her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She—Was Rem’s wife.\u003C\u002Fp>",2130,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","79a986b3824187553e7d60755cb4140327359e9c8fd31f373662f8e68bf2e175","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-427","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-426",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]