[{"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-465":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},428040,689,"Chapter 470","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-465",465,"\u003Cp>The ground trembled under the wind and red haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because the opponent moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a world washed in gray, she alone glowed with a rich brown light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a vicious liveliness to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put another way, even the way she drew the axe from her belt had a lightness to it, like a dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the vertical axe strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes followed the arc of the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t overflowing with killing intent, but the will to split something—anything—was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like splitting firewood, the axe carved a long, unwavering line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe sliced through the air with one clear purpose: to crack open Rem’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, bastard—\" The curse left her mouth just as the axe came down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t even a breath of time, but naturally, Rem responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe in his hand met his partner’s in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang. Krrrk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne and Dunbakel’s eyes whipped back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time the blades collided, their expressions changed. Their gazes were drawn to the dance of the two axes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid remained calm. He saw everything clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the axes clashed, they rebounded off each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had subtly twisted his wrist to deflect the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s wife snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tugged her rebounding axe back with arm strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed to be secured by a leather strap coiled around her forearm. Her muscles swelled, and the tendons dug in like cords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe leveled horizontally, aiming for Rem’s jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Owl.\"Rem casually slipped aside and murmured the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman called Owl pulled her axe back and thrust it forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem received it as if practicing a drill and shoved back with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had told him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that woman instantly recognized it. The technique Rem had just shown was a variation of body-shifting movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he blocked it barehanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid might be able to defeat Rem—but to see something like that once and mimic it instantly? That was something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the difference in talent. To grasp the form and have a body that could immediately replicate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid could stop a blade barehanded now too. But to pull it off so intuitively in the moment? That would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t something Rem calculated—he did it by instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Enkrid didn’t feel anything particular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No deep admiration, no grand emotions. Just… the technique caught his eye. It was worth practicing later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gesture that was half-strike, half-sweep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I chose my partner. I swore on my axe. I haven’t laid roots anywhere else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his axe glimmered, the woman—Owl—slowly returned hers to her belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine. I’ll let it go for now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smelly beastkin. And a Frokk. The one I shared a night with is a man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A response to the unspoken accusation—had he been with another woman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The context made it clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like a clumsy excuse, but it was the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If testimony’s needed, I can provide it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid interjected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the power of friendship. A single word, born from the bond of fighting side by side through life-or-death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know who you are, but maybe don’t butt in? Unless you want an extra ornament in your skull?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid chose to respect her opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel was about to say “Now’s not the time to defend Rem,” but closed her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman in front of them didn’t seem like the type to make empty threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne watched with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that’s Female Rem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how she saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel interpreted it the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two dumb axes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s Female Rem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl, with her hand on her axe, stared at Rem. Her eyes were thick with quiet killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ll talk later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s expression darkened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were always things in life you couldn’t avoid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a husband who’d left home—he owed his waiting wife an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Owl’s axe swing, her \"symbol of wrath,\" had ended, a few more people from the West approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t show the slightest sense of danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They must’ve known Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them, a man with a lotus-like pattern carved on his face, came forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a sharp thorn or spike design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Man… why does this always happen with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked truly startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of design was called a shadow beast mark—a mythological symbol from Western lore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid watched him silently, observing with intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Record everything I see. Understand it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a habit from his earliest days learning the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skin was dark, likely sunburned—but the natural tone underneath leaned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could see patches of that reddish hue at the border between sleeve and hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had high cheekbones, narrow eyes—but didn’t look sinister. If anything, he looked gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handsome, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl was the same—clearly a beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Lua Gharne let out a puff of air, cheeks bulging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frokk liked attractive humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was likely her way of expressing satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must’ve been a cultural trait of this group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By contrast, Rem had more of a continental appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? Because he was born differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just by seeing a few Westerners, Enkrid had pieced together part of Rem’s secret heritage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a guess—but a solid one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem clearly looked different from the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo. Been a while, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem put away his axe and raised a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was about to forget how many times the flood came.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl replied flatly from behind. The man nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, been a while. What the hell have you been doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Started with traveling. Then conscripted. Then fighting. Now I’m back to take a break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some words were hard to understand, but Enkrid grasped the gist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s he saying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel tilted her head, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne, who understood the Western dialect, seemed to follow it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, there’s only one thing to say in times like this. Welcome back, Rem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the men said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thought you’d croaked somewhere, but you made it back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl offered her blessing—blunt as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the stoic man finally look toward Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you with Rem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked, three steps away. A subtle caution flickered in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still deciding whether I should confirm that or explain why we came instead. Mind if I delay the answer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied, and the man laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seemed like it was his kind of joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interesting guy. I’m Juul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enkrid. From the Border Guard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enkrid? Hard to pronounce, and the name’s long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Empire had spread its language across the continent, subtle differences in accent were common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way this man—Juul—spoke was just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying the name was hard to pronounce was part of that, and regional dialects had formed for the same reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid brushed it off without much concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem cut in, asking,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about the village we saw outside? It looked like it was attacked. We ran into some giants.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he had just remembered it. Their reunion had simply delayed the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a long story. For now, let’s head into Great Wing. Owl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juul looked to her, but Owl just stared silently at Rem. The other Westerners simply looked on blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced around at them and inferred the hierarchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Female Rem holds the authority. Juul’s probably a squad leader or something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was mostly right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been out herding livestock and scouting the surroundings, and among them, Owl was the most formidable fighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl felt both happy and angry. Either way, his return at this time was something to welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something guided by divine favor, perhaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re heading to the Great Wing chieftain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the remaining Westerners whistled and began driving the sheep and cows forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tapped the ground lightly with long staffs, lining up the livestock. Even a seasoned herder from the Wastes could’ve learned a thing or two watching them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid made that comment aloud, and Lua Gharne chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kurrk. That’s not how a herder in the Wastes does it. You’ll see later. Ask Pen when we get back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he’s alive, sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phrase “if he’s alive” might’ve sounded jarring in another context, but neither Lua Gharne nor Dunbakel batted an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, a newcomer from One-Man tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this some kind of dry Continental humor? Or perhaps simply a matter-of-fact acceptance of risk?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both, really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, Rem drew closer and whispered just loud enough that Owl wouldn’t hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yao, I nearly died back there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would’ve been better to take the hit, maybe?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid whispered back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes it was better to just get hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it had been a gentle swing, sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid agreed. That axe had enough force to lop off a forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rem? Are you… the Rem? The one who left home a while back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby Westerner, who had been quietly observing, asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, that’s me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was it the Curse of Bloodfate that made you leave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who told you that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Owl said it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Irem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin was scorched, but his eyes were clear. His body, shaped by controlled meals and hard labor, was solid like river-stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he tapped the ground with his staff as he walked suggested he knew how to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he lacked fighting spirit—his trained physique was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eye for skill had grown considerably. Just a glance was enough for him to estimate someone’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something he was actually better at than Rem or Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the difference between someone who watches thigh movement while hiking up a mountain, and someone who just charges straight up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, Enkrid saw Irem’s ability most clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’d be considered a top-tier soldier in the Border Guard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an actual fight, who knew how things would go—but at a minimum, he had the fundamentals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d held a sword before, and there was no unfamiliar scent about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same kind of feeling you’d get from someone who had nearly become a Juhi or had been a low-rank soldier once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything could happen in a battle where your life was on the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But through that lens, Female Rem’s ability was far beyond his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a glance, she was probably somewhere around Skry level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem answered the younger man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It wasn’t anything like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explaining what had happened # Nоvеlight # back then would take too long—and wasn’t something to tell someone who knew nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl snorted from the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She probably didn’t hear the whispers, but she definitely caught the rest of that conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Female Rem had sharp ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They continued walking past groups of Westerners herding livestock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people looked up as the party approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious that outsiders were passing through—there was no blending in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the glances recognized Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, a smoky, acrid scent wafted over from somewhere. Not a pleasant smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced sideways and saw Dunbakel twitching her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had noticed, Dunbakel would’ve picked it up first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think that is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smells like someone’s burning a bunch of plants together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem seemed to notice it too and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far ahead, a column of gray smoke was rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So something did happen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll find out once we’re inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl answered tersely. She still sounded mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would that anger ever cool down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wondered as they walked on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gently sloped mountain blocked their path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they crossed it, a wide clearing came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s been a while since we had outsiders. Welcome, foreigners who crossed the boundary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juul said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clearing was filled with tents—round ones, angular ones, all sorts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many to count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, a crowd of people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Easily hundreds. A massive settlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words—a Western city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In Continental terms, you could call it ‘Elder Bear’ or something like that. We’re said to be descendants of the goddess who became a bear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had explained before they came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a myth of a bear-god that slew a serpent bigger than a city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One about animals gathering in a cave and turning into humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one about a human merged with a bear—the first of the Western people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each tribe had their own myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Enkrid saw it with his own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Western city Rem had spoken of.\u003C\u002Fp>",2074,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","2be88377d78c1c3b2064321a7a1f99f90f1806a5aa1849bb263c795744cbd429","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-428","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-427",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]