[{"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-473":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},428066,689,"Chapter 478","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-473",473,"\u003Cp>Last night, Rem had said it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That the way Enkrid lived, the way he walked, showed him the path he needed to take.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was grateful for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was annoying to think he’d end up following this man again, but gratitude was gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl wanted to show him the things she, her family, her friends, and the West loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to show you something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl spoke and led Enkrid along. The two of them walked, avoiding ants, watching bugs, and walking against the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They soon left their dwelling. Their steps didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the West, villages were mostly found only toward the continent, but that didn’t mean you could stroll around without care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, here, neither Owl nor a few beasts were the type to be easily overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the tribe was settling in, they’d cleaned out several packs, so monsters were scarce in the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for people—maybe some Gothic Garden feral cats or a copycat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The names sounded chivalrous, but they were creatures that mimicked voices to lure people and struck at their weak spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether they were cats or not, the word “cat” was used as a common insult in the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid understood why people would call him a cat when they applied the insult to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an insult. Even when he didn’t know what it meant, it still sounded like one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Вoth of them walked quickly, and Owl climbed up a small ridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, following behind, looked up at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pretty, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if a white ceiling had been laid across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds hung low and wide, blanketing the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds were thin. Sunlight filtered through them and lit the earth below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a wondrous sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sun-shield clouds,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You wouldn’t see something like this in the West. It was beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds, the sunlight, even the horizon she gazed toward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Oara, like sunlight.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Knight Oara came to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sunlight was like her laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not hot, not harsh, just a warm light that cradled you gently in its arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was different from the sunlight in the city of Oara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That light was one that drove out darkness as it advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shattered fog and gave strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunlight of the West didn’t break anything—it wrapped around you peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sunlight resembled Knight Oara, not the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fought on the front lines, but normally, she embraced the city like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think it’s worth protecting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, a boatman had asked that question out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no object, no subject. But the intent was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The things you want to protect—are they worth it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is there a reason to endure pain and keep moving forward?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn’t answered aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the answer already existed in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Value is something you determine for yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because someone called a sage says it, must you follow their words?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What others decide can’t become your standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is your life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Value is something completed through your own way of seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was for the people of the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl began her story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, it was nothing special. In another, it sounded like a legacy of Western spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On sunny days, a wild horizon rises from over there. When the fireweed blooms and the sun blazes, it rains behind the ridge. We call it the Bear’s Blessing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why it was called that would probably take a whole myth to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not abundant. But it’s not full of suffering either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is it we must protect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl said—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That she loved this West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That living to protect this land made her happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never seen snow, but I imagine it’s like white hail wind, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hail wind” referred to dry hail. It wasn’t really fair to compare hard pebbles to snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snow’s probably pretty too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loving the West didn’t mean she rejected everything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if you told her snow was beautiful, she might swing her weapon first and ask questions later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d lap the training yard once just to make a point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, and you’d definitely be hit. But not less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she wouldn’t dismiss something just for being beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were days when she looked out at snow-covered mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days when she watched forests dyed with autumn leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid followed the gaze of her recollection until they stopped at a tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tree so large it couldn’t be hugged even with both arms spread wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its center were bright red fruits, green in summer, bare and snow-covered in winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought the tree looked beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The value worth protecting is something you choose for yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl had done so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So had the people of the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We love this land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they didn’t reach greedily for the riches beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they lacked something, they lived with that lack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had been passed down for so long became tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The West’s tradition was rooted in their spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Enkrid saw the sun-shield clouds—and the cloud tower too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he stood beneath the high clouds, the horizon came into view, and from beyond it, white clouds had descended like a tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an afternoon spent gazing at horizons, sunlight, wind, and clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around sunset, Owl came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hara, is she all right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Enkrid had become a charm doll, or a human totem, there was no need to stay in the tent all day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the tribe had sacrificed one collective consciousness, the same curse couldn’t hit them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hara knew how hard it was to prepare that kind of group ritual. They had offered a sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To spread that purple-haired joke of a curse, another sacrifice would be needed. Even attempting it without one was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If words are sorcery, then he had offered up his consciousness and lifespan as the price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, this kind of curse couldn’t be used—or blocked—without a sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s also why not even a seasoned word sorcerer had broken it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is sacrificed doesn’t return easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem sometimes asked if a word sorcerer might eventually break it, but even Hara didn’t know the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it weren’t for him, the entire tribe would have fallen to the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word sorcerer had narrowed its scope and bought time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded simple, but in terms of sorcery, it was a one-time gamble that had paid off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was just luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like someone had offered protection for the tribe, somewhere, somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was as far as Hara let her thoughts go. She didn’t bother digging deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was too much happening to chase it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just did what needed doing, even splitting her sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erasing the remnants of the curse, even one day sooner, was her job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hara nodded at the scorched idol she held in her flaming hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her answer to “Hara, is she all right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl led Enkrid again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they were headed for a massive lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve never ridden one, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked. In her hand was a set of reins, and at the end of them—Beltolter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature that now observed Enkrid through the eyes split by sacrificial rite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, a man tasked with handling spells and hatchling care followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With cropped hair and a blade-like symbol drawn on his forehead, he looked anything but friendly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl had brought four Beltolters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know where Rem’s sleeping?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked, not seeing him around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He sleeps with me, where else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reply came immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) they made up already?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s natural for a married couple to share a home,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl said matter-of-factly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of charm had changed her mind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s only real skill was swinging an axe, so maybe he’d just overpowered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought to himself he ought to have a word about how a husband should treat his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juul only chuckled at the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man next to him glared at Enkrid with a quiet hostility—and now Enkrid thought he knew why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man’s eyes were flicking between Enkrid and the woman who had come with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s the benefactor,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman said. Ziba’s mother, who had insisted on following despite being told it was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she sat with both hands on her knees, holding them out to Enkrid, urging him to ride the Beltolter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, climb on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can get up on my own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke, walked to the other side, and with a light push from the ground, leapt up onto the Beltolter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast must’ve been docile—it didn’t even flinch at the weight and simply bent its knees briefly before rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were human, you’d say it had good motor skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It understood how to handle shifting weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had once said it was worse than a horse, but not by much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it probably wasn’t smarter than Chokchok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chokchok wasn’t just clever—he had a steadfast heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with monster blood, he somehow had the spirit of a calm pack animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crown’s lover,” once said Noir, the former captain under Grimperl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why that popped into his head now was anyone’s guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was just because he was looking at a mount again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lifted the saddle and gripped the reins of the Beltolter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said that once the reins were in its mouth, it would move on its own according to your tugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne remained in the tent. She had a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a strange scent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said this after they’d finished preparing to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bathed two days ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her was her dulled, bristling fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not the kind of scent I mean,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne answered softly, the way she said she always soothed others while scanning the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t pay it much mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said Frokk were dull, but when it came to goals and desire, they were often more sensitive than beastfolk and their sharp noses. Something must have bothered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl said, taking the lead. The Beltolter kicked off the ground and began to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid tightened his legs and used his strength to stay balanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that easy to get used to riding a Beltolter. It was different from a horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Having trouble riding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juul, riding beside him, offered help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t tense your legs—let them hang. Beltolters are very smart. Just trust your body to it and it’ll do the rest. This one’s well-trained.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to that Western drawl, Enkrid did as he was told.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl slowed her pace slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Talented kids can ride well on the first try. You’re a bit slow, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a comment meant for someone naturally gifted with their body—such people usually picked it up quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, after riding for a while, he started to get the hang of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t as fast at controlling his body as he once was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They reached a huge lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So large, the ends couldn’t be seen at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A big lake,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl said, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said on the Western side it was rare to see thin fog like this, but today wasn’t one of those days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the clear sky, the lake reflected the heavens above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far off, fish could be seen jumping between the ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white pebble shore around the lake made it seem even clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they admired the lake, a Western man with a scowl spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to ask what you intend to do about that woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He skipped any context, just like a Westerner. There was no need to ask who he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even bother hiding his hostility. He was talking about Ziba’s mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care. I’m not thinking about her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziba is still young, don’t forget that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man said, and Enkrid calmly dispelled the misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know how to fight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I’m a warrior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then answer like one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talking would take too long. If he was going to challenge him, better to do it properly—with swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man used a broad falchion and wasn’t a bad fighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he kept training, he could probably crush an average squire. The man had talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not interested, so stop worrying. And yes, I know Ziba is still a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid said this after stepping in and striking his opponent with a clubbed blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man couldn’t breathe and turned pale, coughing roughly before replying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yeah, I know. I’m just jealous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Westerners never hid anything. Enkrid actually saw that as one of their strengths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How well does the Blade Dancer fight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean the Blade Dancer of the Narae Tribe? He’s the top warrior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man answered, and Owl added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Top warrior means the best fighter in the tribe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already figured that out from the context.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to camp, trained, traded jokes with the Blade Dancer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw a wide river. Across it, I saw my uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who had just woken up started talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade Dancer, listening nearby, asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man lowered his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I crossed the river—my father was calling me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ziba had wandered over and was now listening too. The man had a knack for storytelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast his gaze off as if staring at a distant sky. Then said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I crossed, the water came up to my waist. But the current wasn’t strong. I dragged my soaked pants across and stood face to face with my father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Face to face,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade Dancer echoed. Enkrid, too, sat in a listening posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I punched him in the jaw and came back. He said it wasn’t my time yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without strength, he pounded his chest with a thud, raising his fist to the sky as he finished the tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d punched his own father’s jaw, apparently. Everyone laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade Dancer burst into laughter, Ziba let out childlike giggles, and her mother laughed too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, was that the place where the Sky God lives? Or did Mother Earth smile down on me? Blade Dancer, seeing your face means I’m still on our stinking soil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracking jokes like that within half an hour of waking—that was a talent in itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Outsider, they say that when you wake, you shouldn’t fuss or ask questions—just say thank you. Did you happen to catch Hira’s weakness?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy was seriously funny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I look like I did?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or did you charm her with that face? Hara, I didn’t think she was that easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man laughed and joked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, after hearing the phrase “human totem,” Enkrid forced himself to rise and bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you. If I’d died like that, it would’ve been bitter. Outsider, I’ll repay your dedication one day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few more woke up like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid, watching Owl and the people around her, got a glimpse of how the Westerners lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great lake, the sun-shield clouds, the motherly sunset—all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also saw the long stretching ridgeline known as Meetorong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was lightly training inside the camp when he heard a voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hu-man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder crashed outside the tent. But this thunder spoke. It nearly tore through his eardrums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stood and looked out. The tent flap was open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the entrance, a huge head and a set of bulging eyes came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its sheer size defied perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had heard of them before. There were two giants threatening the entire tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beasts far stronger than the level of a junior knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he turned his gaze forward, he locked eyes with Rem, who had just entered the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been looking for you—you weren’t anywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem turned his body, and Enkrid followed him outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped in front of a flimsy fence made of cloth and wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring me five humans. I’m hun-gry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clueless giant bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing thick furs, its black, mottled back was wide enough to crush an adult torso with a single swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason its club was black and blotched was because the blood of its victims had dried and crusted on it over days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time the giant moved, a rank smell wafted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of blood and base desire clung to it like a toxic perfume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not an easy one,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne said from behind. Frokk eyes could even assess a giant’s capability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Enkrid could do the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one was born with strength beyond even most other giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as not all humans are the same, not all giants are either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two skilled giants had appeared today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what he remembered of this year’s horizon markers—it was exactly there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem raised his axe to go out, but Enkrid stepped up beside him and grabbed his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want to fight together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what? Rem asked with his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stepped forward and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll do it alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had eyes—he could tell this wouldn’t be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t repeat himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just kept walking forward\u003C\u002Fp>",2866,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","2e0e5832a9c0833d3eca43d8c52707f68a44ed44acc8f12de234fdc4c0820490","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-435","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-284",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]