[{"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-476":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},428072,689,"Chapter 481","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-476",476,"\u003Cp>“There’s always love by your side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a while since the ferryman showed up.Rippling river water, a violet lamp, a blurry face.Today’s ferryman had one eye closed and the other open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid repeated the ferryman’s words in his head.There’s someone? Of course there’s someone. What else would there be? Was that supposed to be a clue?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another thought crossed his mind.Has anything the ferryman said ever actually been helpful?Probably not.Mostly things like “run away,” “give up”—he said those like they were advice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid let it in one ear and out the other.He almost asked if rowing alone on the river made him lonely—but kept his mouth shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could endure it.Saying everything you think wasn’t honesty—it was just being tactless.So he held it in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re never really alone, are you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid cast his gaze into the distance—past the ferryman, beyond the river.There was nothing to see.Only what the lamp’s light touched was visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside that light were only the ferryman, the boat, the oar, and Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a landscape with no warmth, like a back-alley market in the west—just cold, dark river water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pulled his gaze back from the distance and looked at the ferryman again.This time, instead of performing a one-man show, the ferryman spoke directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Solitude is a trap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d said something like that before, hadn’t he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still with one eye closed.Enkrid stared at him silently.Stone met eyes. A colorless eye and a blue eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, Enkrid opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you the friend of that omen you once mentioned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone has moments they can’t hold back.This had nothing to do with tact.Once you hear something like that, your instincts move before your thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like someone born with a gift for swordsmanship instinctively parrying a weak slash even in their sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman shut his mouth.He looked like he wanted to say something more—but didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dream ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid opened his eyes. The same tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two eyes were staring right at him.Eyes with veins of violet mixed into brown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A prickly energy filled them, yet there was a clear brightness that hadn’t faded.With a well-shaped brow and harmoniously placed nose and mouth, it made for a striking face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still cute now—and surely stunning when she grew up.Her name was Ziba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not sleeping?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked, only opening his eyes.Ziba smiled shyly and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I woke up early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether she was a human totem or a protective doll—Enkrid didn’t know exactly what he was doing.But he knew this: his presence alone was unraveling their curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the movement wasn’t driven by delusion.Ziba could even play with the other kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Hira, they no longer needed immune treatment.Rem said she was already well enough to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not perfect, but good enough to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said only the shaman’s awakening would bring full recovery—but that wasn’t something Enkrid could do anything about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the ferryman said, there really were people around.When she cried, there was Rem, Dunbakel, Lua Gharne, and Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really diligent, huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, rubbing sleep from her eyes, spoke while wiping away crust.Next to her, Hira was already trimming tobacco leaves onto a stick for her morning smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they were all here, Lua Gharne would be waking up with bleary eyes, and even Dunbakel would be stirring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’re you all doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right on cue, Rem walked in.That bastard looked like he’d been out since dawn, with leaves and thorns stuck all over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What were you even doing outside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked, brushing Ziba’s forehead.Rem raised his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the darkened sky and the faint glow of dawn, it was hard to make out the details—but he hadn’t seen wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Flowers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White and red flowers in his hand.A bouquet, trimmed to identical sizes, bound together at the stems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They only bloom around this time of year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Flowers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Owl likes flowers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No shame, no awkwardness.Rem said it like it was just another job.Completely confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Enkrid understood why that bastard hadn’t found a giant after roaming around for days.He’d been out picking flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said you’d be right back—and you stopped here first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl came in through the tent’s entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just dropped by on the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. Sure you did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was harsh, but the old killing intent was gone.When she saw the flowers in Rem’s hand, the corners of her eyes lowered just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A happy face. A joyful expression.That’s how Enkrid saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said, turning to leave—but Owl grabbed his forearm tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t letting him go.Had she found him because she couldn’t take her eyes off him for even a moment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by her expression, she planned to kill him with something other than an axe this time.A bed, a body, heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On that thick family mat woven from canvas and dried grass—they’d probably wish for the birth of a new warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be a feat greater than any spell or ritual.A child like Ziba might be born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But wait—wasn’t there supposed to be a crisis?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought to himself.All that talk about Owl this and that—and now they were suddenly getting along again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That bastard’s ridiculously carefree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said what Enkrid was thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still… it did look pretty good.Once this was over, Rem would probably stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl had guided him to that decision.And it looked like she really wanted it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having a child carried a certain kind of meaning.Would they settle down? Should he try to keep them here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he wouldn’t. And she wasn’t someone who could be kept.The body belongs where the will and heart reside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dunbakel. Get up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid said and rose to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The morning sunlight was still cool. It spilled gently over the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remained from the last battle, and everything that had built up through experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t feel a clear transformation—but still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I can face it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it’s the same kind of giant—even if it’s like Shader—it wouldn’t be a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne sat, reflecting on the dream she had the previous night. The dream had been unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s been a long time.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar face appeared, but of all the moments, it was the one she least wanted to recall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could be more important to Frokk than desire and ambition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seek mental love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was for this reason that some took humans as their spiritual partners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not common, it was certainly possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had to be physically attractive, and the inside had to be equally beautiful to capture Frokk's heart, and such people were rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, inexperienced Frokk made mistakes, too. Like the first man Lua Gharne had been with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on that experience, the second man she chose was a fine one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lua, what’s beyond that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lover spoke as they looked at a map of the entire continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne, being Frokk, answered as one would expect from Frokk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it really necessary to know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that time, Lua Gharne’s goal wasn’t to explore the unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a technology enthusiast. Her goal was to understand and master various combat techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, someone had caught her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a man who shone even by just ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He supposedly had fairy blood from past generations, but Lua Gharne wasn’t sure about that; what she knew for certain was that he was quite handsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed loudly and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can step aside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never forced anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to make a map. A map that encompasses the entire continent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His job was to study and explore places where people rarely traveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swordsmanship wasn’t exceptional, but there were others who shared his ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mercenaries, former special forces, retired soldiers, and Frokk, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had chosen Lua Gharne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all wandered for their own reasons and purposes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They excavated ruins, took on commissions, and did various tasks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was exploring the unknown an easy task? Some left along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s only possible if you’ve got the funds. You planning to end up a beggar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was harsh criticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their noble ideals were not matched by their finances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the noble who promised support frequently pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man sent away his comrades who cursed him and smiled as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone’s thoughts are different. What they value is different, and what I find important is none of their business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t resent them, and that was how he treated people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then something happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before reaching the eastern frontier, there was an outbreak of a plague nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ua Gharne was recalling her first lover, a ghoul, and the painful memories of the man she had chosen then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been so inexperienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had chosen him based only on his looks, but he turned out to be someone who used her to play at gambling tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frokk, always backing her up, ensured no one dared to treat her poorly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lied whenever he opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To sum it up, he was a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne broke all ten of his fingers to snap him out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cried, wept uncontrollably, and said he’d quit gambling, but just three days later, he was back at the tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers hadn’t even fully healed. She didn’t kill him—he wasn’t worth it. He was just a pretty-faced fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her second lover had better character and bigger dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t just walk past the plague-stricken area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to find the source of the disease and discovered it had been caused by some malicious act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we leave it, people will die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a misplaced sense of justice, and Lua Gharne had confidence in herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrogant confidence that she could protect her man in any situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lua, I’m sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dying lover said. Lua Gharne, who had lost her arm trying to protect him, didn’t have time to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a troublemaker. A tragedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you heard of the dogs of Huraine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned dozens of black hunting dogs with a dark spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a city ravaged by the plague, Lua Gharne tasted despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoot the heretics!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The army of the Holy City stormed the area, sweeping everything away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne barely survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, she became obsessed with ideas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I will root out the heresy of the Sacred Land.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that couldn’t be her goal. Frokk’s desires were not shaped by vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new goal emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let the unknown draw people’s hearts.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Experience changes goals. Desires move with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he second lover had shifted the direction of her desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lover’s death kept replaying in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she awoke from the dream, it was still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chest ached. It hurt deeply. She placed her hand over the aching spot. Even though the solid breastplate she wore while sleeping protected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It feels like it’s broken or torn.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negative thoughts flooded her mind. Ultimately, everything seemed destined to die and burn away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frokk was mentally strong, but that didn’t mean he was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were days like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a bad day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Lua Gharne’s mind, all the memories strung together like a fragmented scene, leading her to the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battle cry called her back to the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frokk, lost in the past, regained his focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His round eyes looked ahead. There, a man was seen, sweat dripping from his black hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a human who surpassed the standard of a knight. It was truly an inexplicable mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A will that surpasses the level of a knight? How?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process didn’t make sense. Only words like luck or divine prank came to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Enkrid appeared before him, those words vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid simply swung his sword. He repeated what he had learned, over and over, without resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same. Always the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Enkrid of yesterday and today were different, he lived the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He proved himself through actions, through life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching it, Lua Gharne’s mind wandered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words from her thoughts passed by, an unpleasant feeling making her glance around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw the traces of the cursed, but wasn’t sure if they belonged to the troublemakers. Yet, when she didn’t speak, the feeling still troubled her, and she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think I saw traces of heresy, but I’m not sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid paused in his swordplay and turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his jacket and, facing away from her, replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter if heretics or their parents, grandparents, or anyone else appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they were enemies, cutting them down was all that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what he was doing now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Lua Gharne felt much better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Led by Rem, a group of warriors gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, and one of the warriors raised their axe high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The soul of the West!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The soul of the West!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone shouted as they raised their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was a battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assembled warriors numbered less than two hundred—maybe about one hundred thirty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mong them were Rem, Enkrid, Dunbakel, and Lua Gharne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was heading into battle, but they couldn’t just stay out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought he didn’t have any reason to drag the fight out any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the spear could be spared, he had insisted they prepare and move forward.\u003C\u002Fp>",2241,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","6ff035c82488bd3f88ce10f0f438777ff4d523453e6c2bcc64fc94132ff92056","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-438","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-437",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]