[{"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-508":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},428265,689,"Chapter 459: What a Knight Wants to Protect Is Pride","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-508",508,"\u003Cp>Rem didn’t know why Enkrid had told them to tear through the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he sense something? Or just a hunch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must’ve felt something ominous—that’s why he asked for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how Rem chose to think about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they checked and it turned out to be nothing, they’d just head back. Simple as that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was work to do. A task had revealed itself right in front of her. The reason Enkrid had sent them here was now flooding her nose with the stench of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their job was to thin the numbers of the monsters waiting in the depths of the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem settled into her task, lifting her chin on purpose to widen her field of vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the darkness, she could make out enough of her surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything she saw—monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the patches of gray forest, murmurs gathered like a lined-up army ready for battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two types: Giant Spiders and Owlbears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are they doing formation drills or something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pointless thoughts. Useless distractions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem lowered her posture, letting the axe hang loose in one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her chest nearly brushing the ground and arms extended backward, she sprinted—like an eagle gliding just above the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe served as a substitute for wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though of course, those wings wouldn’t let her fly through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they could slice and dice everything in her way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when a dim red light fell from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A razor-thin glint. The Red Moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A phenomenon that strengthened monsters at night. Rem didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She focused solely on swinging the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than thin or small ones, she went for the big, visible targets first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slashed the axe while running. Two crimson arcs swept across a monster’s body under the red moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice. Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything caught on the blade was severed—head, leg, torso—it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fluids that sprayed from the severed parts probably scattered everywhere, but Rem didn’t even have the time to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray arcs of light streaking through the darkness moved as fast as her swinging axe as she passed through the monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several monsters stood on their legs, raising their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk. Snap. Grkkkrrrrr!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem passed by, dragging her axe across them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when a leg snapped with a crack, the spider still had six others to support its body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One broken leg wouldn’t kill it—but if the blade that snapped that leg hit its head, it would stop moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe followed an arc that seemed to pass through the creature’s head, spun around with the momentum, and came straight down to crush the skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every motion flowed in a perfect chain. It looked almost effortless, like she was playing with practice drills learned from Suptara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another monster slammed its head against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was satisfied with the way the axe followed her will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a proper weapon, but among anything you could find on the market, this had to be one of the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—it wasn’t something common. A solid block of Lewis-forged steel? That kind of axe wasn’t easy to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one but her could handle it properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key was applying and removing force at will—and the weapon had to endure the strength of its user.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only with such a weapon could real axe-work be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t about using the weapon’s weight—but about wielding it purely with her own strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what did that kind of fighting allow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It allowed her to redirect in reverse momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that dynamic counter-strike earlier—it made her axe-work unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem continued swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe flowed in all directions without recoil. The two red arcs it carved warped and curved—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHRRRRAAAAAK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spider monster that had been crawling on the ground was sliced clean in half—but it was lucky enough to keep its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It screamed, sending a warning to all the other monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that cry, Rem could tell—they had something, or someone, they obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scattered parts had become one unit. Their patterns showed clear coordination fueled by fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s gaze turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone had been watching from above, they would’ve found it incredible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters hadn’t managed to form a proper circle around the central clearing near the forest edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Rem wasn’t watching from overhead. She couldn't see the battlefield from above—but she found her path by instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right at that moment, a claw reached for her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sound. No air tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feathered forearm packed with enough brute strength to shred a human into a bloody pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem twisted her waist and shifted both feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising her left knee, she used the torque to fire her right leg outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her foot caught the Owlbear charging at her in the chest. Even with all its feathers, its chest caved in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem could feel the sternum splinter beneath her sole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Owlbear flew backward and tumbled, its hips rolling through the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite its crushed chest, it stood again and tried to steady itself—but that was when the axe came down from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the kick and the retreat had just been a feint from Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRUNCH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster’s head split and it collapsed. Black strands of flesh spilled out. In the nearby hollow, black blood pooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Humph. You freakin’ wild cats are even nastier than I thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharpened axe blade, thinner than a skull, gleamed with a reddish tint. Forged of Lewis steel, its edge was honed to perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Red Moon, both axe and skin looked nearly black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red or black—whatever. It didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem let her arms drop, the axe hanging loosely again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she admitted—though she didn’t want to, though she’d never say it out loud no matter what—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They helped. Those crazy bastards actually helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her muscles had thickened more than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force behind the axe had grown stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her senses had sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it, gained from running with those Mad Squad lunatics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had once thought that techniques and skills rooted in physical strength had reached their limits—but she was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d learned from men who didn’t know how to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no limits. No real end to anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to that, Rem had started to feel something like... anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to who she used to be—her current self had clearly evolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what would happen if she got rid of the curse on top of that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even back when she had the curse, she’d never felt inferior to any knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, I’m busy. Come at me already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem grinned and turned again—toward the densest horde of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While she was hacking through them, Dunbakel split an Owlbear’s head with a curved blade and leapt into a tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t use the curved blade like a typical scimitar. And her vision was sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From there, she held a weapon in the form of a bow and spotted the spider swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel figured that with numbers like that, she could also predict the extent of the damage they’d cause if they spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t exactly quick-witted, but she wasn’t a fool either. Of course she could assess the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spread, bow, monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unexpected threat—and attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What needed to be done to eliminate that threat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A preemptive strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when Rem’s survival instinct began to operate differently. Dunbakel honed her sense of smell through raw instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because beyond all of this, there was another scent. And she could catch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there’s a signal in the scent, there has to be someone receiving it. And someone sending it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A different smell. The sender was nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, those commanding this were also present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel’s gaze shifted to the rampaging barbarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard was diving through the horde, slashing everything down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in that chaos, there were monsters radiating a distinct scent. Not just one—maybe five or six?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That too felt like a problem that needed to be dealt with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was he planning to tear through it all? He was carving a straight path between the monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel watched—and heard a voice rising in her own head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t do that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I charge in, I’ll die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what can I do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I don’t do something, I might really die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I fight? Fighting is the only way to survive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I could just run, couldn’t I?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinct was warning her. Dunbakel’s fur bristled. At the same time, she moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ignored the countless questions tormenting her. She had made her decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prove herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was she standing here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was clear now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To slash, cut, and kill monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that, she drew her curved blade and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her feet kicked off the earth. As her body passed under the moonlight, her fur began to rise. Snow-white fur covered even her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast form cursed among beastkin monsters—transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As her body changed, so did the quality of her muscles. Power surged into her legs, and her speed soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel softly landed, keeping silent through her ankles and knees as she ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!—a sound like the air itself tearing made a few monsters turn their heads, but Dunbakel was already sprinting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that, she reached the edge of awareness. A toxic presence seeped into her entire body. Dunbakel held her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, through the fog of scent that clung to the battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dove straight in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The target was at the center of the awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admor, who had reached the edge of the battlefield, spotted Rowena tied to a pole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, Rowena.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth as he approached, untying the ropes and checking her injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rowena blinked and asked. Though she wasn’t gravely wounded, her thigh had been wrapped with torn undergarments as a makeshift bandage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you come to rescue me? Is Sir Oara here? Or Sir Mundan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The barbarian and the beastkin came. We’ll talk about the rest later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admor drew his dagger, sliced the ropes, and hoisted her onto his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of her unit ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) had died, but the other half had survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought this was the end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rowena muttered quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where do you think you’re going, leaving you behind? What do you mean, ‘the end’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admor spoke as he wrapped both himself and Rowena together with rope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d found his ally and rescued her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, all that remained were monsters hacked apart by blunt force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean the danger had passed. This was still a terrifying, perilous place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they just head back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he considered their next move, he scanned the edge of the danger zone as if drawing a boundary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tum·ber!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his wariness, someone was rampaging near the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something in both hands traced sweeping arcs through the air. Though he could tell it was an axe, it looked like feathers in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only—those “feathers” crushed and shredded everything they touched on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admor stared blankly for a moment at Rem fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere he moved, black fluids gushed out and soaked the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Admor couldn’t afford to just stand there, mesmerized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get out of here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He supported his partner and retreated. He didn’t think any monsters would follow them now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara sensed the feeling of a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she ever felt this before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably not. She had never once passed off a fight she was meant to handle to someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara was watching Enkrid fight Jericks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man bearing her ex-husband’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very one she should be handling herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why wasn’t she stepping in?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was right in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of that man, Enkrid. The will he showed stopped her in her tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s holding up well...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it also looked like he was constantly one step from danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw Jericks slash down with his clawed hand, and Enkrid block it with the flat of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While blocking, Enkrid kicked at the ghoul’s leg. The ghoul retaliated by raising the opposite leg, aiming a knee toward Enkrid’s groin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid, as if he had predicted it, pulled back horizontally and smashed the ghoul’s knee with his pommel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before the pommel hit, Enkrid stretched the ghoul’s leg out by forcing it down while falling back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks’ kick still aimed for the same place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the verge of losing his manhood, Enkrid brought down his left forearm to block Jericks’ shin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their limbs met in a cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A metallic shock rang out like struck iron. The silver vambrace on Enkrid’s left hand had blocked Jericks’ foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash was over in an instant, and the two created space between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara watched and thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks wasn’t attacking carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither was his caution driven by respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While fighting Enkrid, Jericks was clearly checking him—just as he would her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard Jericks... he’s gotten better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should she let this go? He might really die like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a waste. His face, his skill...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want him to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t step in on impulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he wasn’t a knight, Enkrid was performing at a knight’s level in Oara’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that one moment when he blocked that strike, he had looked like a true knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was probably an illusion. Of course it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still just barely hanging on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he was holding his ground. Barely—but he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara was a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She understood honor, and she wielded her sword in defense of the oaths she’d sworn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why she couldn’t stop the man who had just blocked her opponent’s strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was showing something similar to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vow that kept him smiling no matter the cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vow rooted in his resolve to protect this city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this city, to her, was laughter itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same thing—she saw it in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was behind this man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was it that he was trying so hard to protect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell is he, really?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity bloomed in Oara’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had just turned out this way, but now she found herself wanting to understand why Enkrid was doing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if things went sideways, she’d step in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even that wouldn’t be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right next to her, Roman was handling the spider swordsman, and a monster-level Owlbear—strong enough to rival a knight—was lurking, waiting for a gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara was standing on the balancing point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she made a move, she could definitely kill one of the three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the remaining two would then target one of her allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could she stop that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she chose to support the balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone here could take out even one of those three—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest becomes easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might even finish the battle without losing anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the situation wasn’t in their favor. Time was on the enemy’s side. The monsters never tired, while her side was visibly fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the fierce glint in their eyes hadn’t dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fighting strength—this battle, this struggle—the will of the soldiers was burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“OARA!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind her, a soldier on the wall shouted a rallying cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s die with a smile!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shout from those prepared to face death rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara, as if in response, didn’t want to tell anyone to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So for a moment—just a moment—she put off making her choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How unlucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poison had kept her from fighting properly. She resented that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll hold out till the end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara, who died holding her ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara, who had never truly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just hadn’t had a proper fight yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never even been given the opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that’s how Enkrid saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That monster with the claw or whatever had sent wave after wave of monsters to exhaust her—and then snatched easy victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she hadn’t been poisoned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for that, Oara could have fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t been able to fight properly because of the poison?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he’d make sure—just once—that she could fight at her best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Enkrid wanted to protect was Sir Oara’s pride as a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he was mindful of the Oara behind him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He endured. And endured again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the end of that endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell? It’s chaos here too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There was someone commanding the archer. They're dead now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel, limping, also returned—clearly hoping for praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You kept me waiting, Rem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>",2760,"2026-05-30T08:28:24.043Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","5b776b2c7560e8c0a97b505348021cd96c029974b4bfc95f786300126f1eecb5","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-509","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-507",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]