[{"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-529":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},428286,689,"Chapter 526: Big Brother, Little Brother, and Big Sister","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-529",529,"\u003Cp>The moment he threw the poisoned sand, a flurry of hidden weapons followed from the Azpen shock troop captain—poisoned darts, throwing knives, even caltrops scattered deceptively along the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spiked iron caltrop rolled right under Peld’s foot just as he was about to step down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peld landed only on the tips of his toes, avoiding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In dodging the poisoned sand, the darts, the knives, and the caltrops, Peld lost his balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he touched down, he teetered slightly to the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Got you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shock troop captain had been waiting for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a short sword and leveled its tip at Peld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a technique that could land even on quasi-knight-level opponents—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A magic sword inscribed with a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spell embedded in the pommel activated, and the short blade in his hand fired from the hilt, ripping through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous noise rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very instant the blade was about to plant itself in Peld’s body like some ghastly decoration—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld’s body rose off the ground, horizontal, as if he’d taken flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Jaxon had been there, he might’ve noticed that the quiet tap of Peld kicking off the ground came just a split-second earlier than the boom of the magic blade—but no one here had hearing that sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rrrrip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade, launched by magic, grazed Peld’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t touch flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It only tore through his light brown gambeson, and the layers of cotton and padding beneath spilled out in place of his guts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By sheer coincidence, the fluff that fell covered the innards of the previously killed Azpen quasi-knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dull-colored cotton now served as a blanket for the dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld landed and stood upright, sword raised before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he feigning loss of balance the entire time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that his trump card had failed, the shock troop captain realized—this man’s skill far exceeded his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he think that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t dodge that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was reflex or calculation, it didn’t matter. The point was: Peld had done something he couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, skill alone didn’t decide a fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shock troop captain lowered his stance and grabbed the axe hanging at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haaah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld looked up to the sky and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t even looking at his opponent. Just one glance at the sky, one glance at the ground, one long sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haaah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shock troop captain prepared to counterattack if his foe rushed him—but instead, the guy started talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That even when you understand and accept it... breaking the shell of your past self still doesn’t feel all that pleasant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld’s gaze returned to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked to this battlefield, he’d made a decision about how he would live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born in the wilderness, raised as a shepherd—why had he come to this place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he on this battlefield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had found the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To move forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen the back of a man who didn’t just push forward with stubbornness, but with sheer, overwhelming ignorance of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They say when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld had seen Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had passed through despair and defeat to reach this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a time he believed his talent would let him catch up to Enkrid easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a lot in this world. And sometimes, as we live through it, we encounter things we never imagined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No moonlight, no bright sun, no dawn in sight. But sometimes, people get swept up in something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after finding his answer, Peld was lost in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was time to shed his past self and greet who he would become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew—without thinking—that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Did this bastard eat something weird?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Azpen shock troop captain muttered, scooting back ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked completely deranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld looked at him—his words just now had hit a bit too close to the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think you’re right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm. The air. I think I breathed the wrong air.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the fuck are you saying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the shock troop captain was scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could’ve handled being stabbed—but this? A guy that fights well and spouts gibberish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld thought of Enkrid and this place—what was different?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How exactly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around Enkrid, it was like an aura drifted through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had changed that aura in the air?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld let out a small gasp of realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Nope, fuck this. I’m not dying to some lunatic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Azpen shock troop captain hurled his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weapon he’d relied on for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld twisted his body and caught it midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he did, he thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it the air that’s different?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization started to fade—it didn’t feel right anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, the enemy had already bolted like his ass was on fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dashed back to his horse, grabbed some backup weapon from the saddle, and threw it away as he fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter! Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hooves thundered across the earth, raising a cloud of dust that obscured everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld had no interest in chasing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even bother drawing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The watching soldiers on both sides saw it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...He didn’t even draw his sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two soldiers—one from the Border Guard, one from Azpen—muttered the exact same thing, word for word. Of course, they weren’t close enough to hear each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld, having chased off Azpen’s shock troop captain, returned to the formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss came rushing up from the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s better you didn’t kill him... was that on purpose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It just sorta happened that way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peld’s once-weary gaze had shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had shattered the shell and been reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes now gleamed mischievously, like when he’d first met Enkrid—pure and bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glint of playfulness in his eyes moved his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rophod—if you die out there, you’re calling me ‘big bro’ for life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather die on the battlefield than do that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He challenged the rival he’d grown fond of—and the rival, fully armed, stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the third of four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on out, anyone! I’m Rophod of the—no, of the Mad Squad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss watched and felt a flicker of reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, what he was doing now did match Abnaier’s predictions—but it also felt like a desperate act to smother his own fears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had two options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One road was relatively safe, with fewer threats and variables—but it required sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was dangerous, fraught with risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If things went wrong, they’d all end up nothing more than dog cocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that’s how Kraiss saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he’d chosen the second path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain... will we be alright?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked the question silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t been his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were up to him, he’d have taken a third route—surrender the city, go into exile, survive with just his own people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was just talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurath had seen through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had no more room to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many familiar faces. Too many people he couldn’t abandon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he truly throw them all away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t answer easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Enkrid left, Kraiss had asked his captain a question when given two paths:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it okay to be greedy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how Kraiss had put it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid had answered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When have you not been?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in a situation where laughter felt impossible, Kraiss had smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not something I should say to the captain, but... how about you bring them all back alive, then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid gave a soft smile and answered with a face full of mischief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yessir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came with a mock salute that looked half like a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was precisely because Kraiss believed in that captain that he’d left Audin, Teresa, Rophod, and Peld here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, he would’ve taken the first path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° would’ve thrown all of them down the enemy’s path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just them either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would’ve emptied the remaining ranger units and bled the enemy dry before beginning the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would've been the optimal move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably exactly the tactic the enemy themselves would’ve chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Kraiss thought, he caught sight of Rophod landing a solid hit on his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m the big brother!” Rophod roared after winning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The hell you are, crazy bastard! Just ‘cause you won doesn’t make me your little brother!” Peld shouted from the friendly line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss looked at them like they were both out of their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next up was Teresa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers and sisters... now it’s my turn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood of giants ran thick with the urge for battle. Though she had tempered it with faith, when a moment like this arrived, Teresa could hardly resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially now, after watching Enkrid—she felt more provoked than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a warrior woman as big as Audin stepped out, the Azpen line started to murmur nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had all of them already shown their hand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they let this keep up, it wouldn’t just hurt morale—it would look like they’d lost the war before it even began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Azpen responded by fielding a true asset: a quasi-knight they'd been holding back, just in case things went sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was leagues stronger than the man Audin had faced earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A mercenary? Bound by contract? How pitiful. Looks like giant blood runs in you. Well then, it’s better you die here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within Azpen, this man was known by the nickname “Emel the Arbiter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pronounced people’s fates. Not always—only when he was sure he’d win. That’s how he earned the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa was the fourth to fight, after Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this fourth duel ended up being the second shortest—right after Audin’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa took Emel’s sword with her body and struck him with her shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She used a body-roll deflection technique she’d learned from Audin, but his strikes were sharp—blood spattered from her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh was torn. Not deep enough to hit bone, but not a minor wound either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Teresa didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red droplets flew into the air with each clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In three exchanges, only she bled—but that blood bought her an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed the distance and slammed her shield into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emel reacted quickly, trying to leap back by pushing off her shield with his foot. He wanted space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t his preferred range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Teresa let go of her shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d never strapped it to her arm—only gripped it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just holding a shield that massive by hand was impressive enough, but letting go of it mid-fight? That was something no one expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emel included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shield he’d planned to push off of gave no resistance, and the energy behind his jump faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only managed to stumble back two steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa followed, face expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies twisted in the air, tangled together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crackling noise followed—though few could hear it amid the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Win! Fight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheering and shouting had erupted somewhere along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen’s side was loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d shouted harder when it looked like Teresa might go down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Border Guard stayed orderly even in their cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shouted in unison with the wave of the flag:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bear Siblings!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teresa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Giant Goddess!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teresa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she heard, she probably would’ve smiled wide and asked which sibling made that chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you can’t go skipping around the formation mid-duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At close range, Teresa used a Balraf-style neck-snap technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A move that required brute strength—perfect for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a sophisticated technique: one hand gripping the head, the other slamming the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emel didn’t go down quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she grabbed his head, he stabbed his sword toward her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa twisted just enough to dodge, though blood gushed regardless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in exchange—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tore free a dangling vertebra as a trophy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood, heat, the battlefield—it all filled her with elation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That energy exploded in a roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m the big sister!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phrasing had clearly been influenced by Peld and Rophod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both armies watched the whole string of duels in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Azpen, these people were nothing short of lunatics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never mind who won or lost—they just kept spouting crazy shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if we pause to ask why they’d won so overwhelmingly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen’s commanders couldn’t understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kraiss could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These fighters—Peld, Rophod, Teresa—they sparred daily with Rem and Ragna, fighters on knight-level strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had any of Azpen’s duelists fought knights on the regular?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So of course this was the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Kraiss had been anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, seeing it unfold before his eyes, did he finally relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And really, this force had just been held back as a contingency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd shown the enemy a disciplined wall with formations... then broken their spirit with raw power from Audin and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, there was no way Azpen could risk a full frontal assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly what Kraiss had been aiming for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier, having taken hit after hit, couldn’t help picturing the enemy strategist in his mind: an old, grizzled veteran. That’s what the tactics suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strategist was a young man—boyish even—with big, innocent eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it mattered. That was just the image Abnaier conjured up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A real son of a bitch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier couldn’t hide his admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—it was only the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were things you couldn’t forget, even in victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Namely, those who had sacrificed themselves for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier turned his focus to where the real battle was taking place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the honored dead would fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it—for victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Abnaier’s plans had worked too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d arranged it all so the enemy would be met when and where he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had departed after their forces pushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not moving quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the wolf-beastman Barnas Hurrier had already crossed the mountains multiple times before Azpen declared war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d familiarized himself with the terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had set out early—before Azpen even fully deployed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To secure favorable ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To dictate the timing of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as a bonus, to gift the enemy a little panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To keep spies guessing, they’d even set up body doubles for Barnas and the other known faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That too had taken effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Abnaier had prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a thought struck him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t preparation a kind of strategy too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes. If they won, it would be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lose, and you're a traitor. Win, and you're a hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how bold strategies always go.\u003C\u002Fp>",2432,"2026-05-30T08:28:24.043Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","3099ae6c271e60c832acc3e98f42dbdf606d291d93cfafdeb79024174c0de064","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-530","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-528",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]