[{"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-567":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},428374,689,"Chapter 564: The Last Excursion","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-567",567,"\u003Cp>There was no reason to beat around the bush, nor any intention to do so, so it was straightforward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar blinked her characteristic green eyes. The wind blew, pushing and tugging at her blonde hair, making it sway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair scattered like fine golden threads in the air before gently settling down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was always said to have an unearthly beauty, but right now, it made one wonder if such a face could truly exist in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even among fairies, such looks would not be common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how comfortable the journey, it was never easy to wash properly, and yet her skin didn’t have a single blemish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, too, was born with flawless skin, but hers seemed to shine with its own light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It even reflected sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Crang drew people's attention with speeches and Enkrid did so with swordplay, then Shinar could probably gather attention with her beauty alone, if she wished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Enkrid with eyes that seemed to be pondering something for a brief moment, then opened her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including Audin, all three of them did not stop walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the sound of their soft footsteps, Shinar’s voice added a melody, like some instrument was playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Shinar Kirhais. I was born and raised in a fairy family, and I am a fairy knight. Yes, I wish to belong to your order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar did not say things like her life was limited, that she might eventually have to leave the order, or that her duties ahead were not light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had learned something else while watching Enkrid all this time, besides dreaming and learning not to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man never hastily judged the future. Instead, he simply lived the present, the moment, and today to the fullest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar had learned that, and so she acted accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To enjoy today, now, this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, she did not want to leave Enkrid’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don't need to be vice-captain. I am content with my current position.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even leave room for him to tell her she could leave if she wanted. Shinar said everything she wished to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no reason not to accept her into the order, and Enkrid’s heart agreed as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairy who enjoyed jokes, Shinar, had tried to save herself even as her body turned into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On that day, when she activated her Will and was dying, Enkrid could never forget that version of Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling that moment, Enkrid nodded and made up his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was something she wished for, and if it was within his reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, to repay all the help he had received from Shinar, from the past to now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having decided so, a phrase suddenly caught at his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t Shinar say she was satisfied with her current position?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what exactly is your current position?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides vice-captain, what was she talking about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The captain’s fiancée, the mother of the children you will have — isn’t that enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairy’s joke exploded without even a hint of a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin chuckled softly beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wanted to scold him as a captain, asking who dared laugh so disrespectfully, but he held it in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he himself ended up smiling too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s good to see you smile.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile floated over the usually expressionless fairy’s face. Just the slight curve of Shinar’s lips seemed enough to kill some men across the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, all of them would die from a pandemic of lovesickness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Shinar, Enkrid turned his questions toward Audin as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When asked what he wished for, Audin offered a short prayer seeking his Lord Father, then turned his gaze to the distance and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to spread the teachings of the Holy War. I want to protect the unfortunate. I want to deliver happiness amidst sorrow. I wish to care for children who have become orphans. I wish to meet those whom, following the Lord Father’s teachings, I must send to His side. Well, isn’t it all possible by staying with you, my captain brother? That’s why I’m here. It’s also God’s will. Above all, I believe I am doing what I must in my current position.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he spoke one after another made it seem like Audin might be the most eloquent speaker in the whole unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Kraiss and himself, that is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, Kraiss was also accepted into the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was officially easier to guard and protect someone when they belonged to the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, his position would have become awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pleasure! Salon! City! Ladies! Gold coins!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss expressed his reasons for staying in the order in just five words. Indeed, his dreams were vivid and crystal clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Generally, the order only accepted those who had proven their strength in combat, but if one were to nitpick, even Odd-Eye was an exception. He wasn’t even human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had even accepted a witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, a little bending of common norms was acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid just nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, with Kraiss included, their strange order was formed, but it didn’t matter since it wasn’t established to impress anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Mad Knights.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had certainly chosen the perfect name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking that, Enkrid continued walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They crossed open fields, climbed mountain trails, and walked diligently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the dream talk, Audin had been quite talkative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those overwhelmed by hardship, consumed by misfortune — if they seek the Lord, He will be their strength. Just as you are, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded similar to Enkrid’s earlier declaration to protect their backs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you follow me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Enkrid asked, Audin showed an awkward smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he had something he wished for, there was no real reason to follow him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it like the time he followed him to the capital, trying to escape from the prison of delusion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for that, he expressed his willingness to join quite actively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, when asked, he made a face like he didn’t want to answer. And if he made such a face, it meant there was a clear reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Enkrid didn’t ask again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t want to reveal his heart, what was the point of forcing it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking northward for about two days, things started to get a little boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were reviewing, training, and sparring, but they hadn’t even seen a monster or a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though safe routes weren’t yet fully established in this region, strangely, it was hard to encounter anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for bandits, extermination orders had been issued across the kingdom, and most would rather risk their lives migrating to Border Guard areas than starve to death while hiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was widely known throughout Naurillia that if you made it to Border Guard, you wouldn’t starve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the handiwork of Kraiss and the Gilpin Guild, which had now evolved into a full-fledged intelligence guild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As words tend to spread faster and faster once they get rolling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that didn’t mean all criminal groups had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In various cities, fraternities still banded together, doing all sorts of things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them cloaked themselves in grand causes while behaving like mere bandits; some doubled as intelligence brokers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how good life was, there would always be those involved in shady dealings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as humans lived, crime could not be eradicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just that Enkrid believed certain lines must not be crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crossing the line meant things like this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kidnapping people to dissect them in the name of magic research, using people for drug experiments, or tying up children in the forest as offerings to gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Idolatry was fine, but why they committed such insane acts was beyond him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were plenty more unspeakable things being done, and if he encountered such filth, he would cut them down without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to that, those who merely charged tolls were much preferable. Those insane or grotesquely ideological types deserved only death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, perhaps because there were no monsters around, Audin revealed part of his inner thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know who they call a Saint?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A symbol of divinity ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) designated by the Church.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are cynical, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar chimed in as well. She, too, knew the current Church had plenty of rotten and festering parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Saint is someone who truly possesses special divinity. So it is for the Holy Child as well. If it’s a girl, she’s called a Saint; if a boy, a Holy Child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, the current Church did have a few recognized Saints and Holy Children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There was a boy I once knew, who was called a Holy Child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like the beginning of an intriguing story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They still had a few more days of walking to reach the city, and there were no monsters around, so it was a welcome distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin quietly began recounting his old story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Pildin. And you are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been autumn then, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless leaves, turned brown, had fallen beneath the tree, forming a soft cushion. A child sat under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You didn’t need to look twice to see the exhaustion written all over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin had stopped by the monastery after a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a secluded part of the monastery — a place where Audin had prayed and pondered alone since he was young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that place, there was a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark brown hair looked nearly black, and his eyes were a dull, muddy brown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, those eyes looked terribly dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which only made the fatigue more apparent. He looked more like a weathered old man than a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that’s why his casual, dismissive tone didn’t feel strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin answered him without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Audin Pmrei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, monastery guy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I stayed at the monastery for a time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A martial monk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He meant those commonly referred to as monks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monastery Audin had stayed in also trained martial artists, so it was a natural question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And looking at Audin’s body, it was the kind of question one might naturally ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, that’s right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But not anymore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I work as an inquisitor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a short leave, and he had come to ease his troubled heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Catching heretics? Ah, I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And Brother Pildin, what do you do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me? I make medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t an alchemist. Anyone could see that. He didn’t have that kind of atmosphere at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I spend all day in the basement making potions. Feels like I’m gonna die like this, but I keep living anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pildin, that boy, was a Holy Child of the Temple of Plenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plenty symbolized the goddess of the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the twin gods of the balance — those governing the sun and the moon — split into Radiance, Holy Light, and the darkness of the depths, the god of Plenty, who formed the earth, embraced the underworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how the teachings of the Holy War go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the god of Plenty was said to be the lord of all that falls to the ground — which is why they never neglected caring for orphans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And aside from that, eight out of ten divine energy potions distributed across the continent came from the Temple of Plenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war priests might joke about healing with spit and had no interest in potion-making, but the priests of Plenty were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They created and supplied an enormous amount of potions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the record, war god apostles were not actually taught to heal with spit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their doctrine was to train and train again until the body healed on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s where the regeneration technique came from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t seem happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you be? It’s boring as hell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pildin said as he lifted a finger and summoned holy light. That alone was astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To manifest divinity with such a simple motion and make it visible — it was remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin murmured in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a voice called out from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Pildin, Sir Pildin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re calling you back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to be a Holy Child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a strange dissonance between the words — like hearing a broken instrument trying to play a tune — but back then, Audin didn’t think much of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d hated monastery life once, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had felt suffocating and stifling. He’d been twelve or thirteen. He didn’t even know why, but he wanted to run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy War, the teachings, the monastery life — he didn’t exactly hate any of it. It was all fine. But still, he felt that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe Pildin did too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if he didn’t — what could Audin have done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could an inquisitor or a lowly believer say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Audin couldn’t even properly handle his divine energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pildin wore white robes made of the finest cloth. His hair was neat. Though he looked tired, he was well-fed and well-rested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed a little frail — maybe some stone-lifting and strength training would do him good — but that wasn’t Audin’s place to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wouldn’t it be better to just die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s childish outburst. Audin thought so. Or rather, chose to think so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing against the Church — that was something unimaginable to him at the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon enough, the people searching for Pildin arrived. They gently scolded him for wandering off, saying something terrible could have happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin watched from a distance and then turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their meeting had been brief, but perhaps it was the moment Audin began to develop mistrust toward the Church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later on, Audin happened to hear news of the boy named Pildin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy Child Pildin is dead. They say he died trying to cure a plague. That’s what I heard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plague? Where?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never heard of any such rumor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, some rural town had fallen ill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Holy Child Pildin sacrificed himself to eliminate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin was on a mission, tracking a suspected heretic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still wrestling with right and wrong — so he sought out the town Pildin supposedly saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in that town, no one knew the name Pildin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A plague? Oh, yeah, a few people got sick, but they got better quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it. Pildin’s story ended there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he have pressed further? He should have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does he regret it? He does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the time, the darkness that wrapped around Audin kept him from acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, one doubt continued to torment him like a storm in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you pretend not to know? You knew. You knew I was going to die. That I’d be drained of my divinity and wither away. You knew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a nightmare he’d had hundreds of times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pildin, crying tears of blood, cursing Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Audin looked straight at Pildin’s hallucination — one only he could see — and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know if the reason that child died was an accident or something else, but for me, with doubt growing like a monster inside... the appearance of the Saint no longer feels like a coincidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke, borrowing Audin’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think the Lord Father sent a revelation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin answered with a faint smile. Pildin’s illusion still lingered in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin wanted to stay by Enkrid’s side, but had no intention of lifting the seal on himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, now you want to lift the seal? After abandoning me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pildin’s phantom accused him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, he would not lift the seal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he had left, thinking that if his life was needed, and it could be of even the smallest help, he would gladly give it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Enkrid, who had set out lightly, Audin was deadly serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because right now, Audin was facing his guilt, his sins, and his past mistakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever the outcome, Audin would act according to his beliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt Audin’s resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So then — what could he do for him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing. But if something really had happened, and the ones standing in their way were that kind of scum, then he would draw his sword regardless of their affiliation or rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to force himself to summon his will. No need to mentally ready his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No determination was required. That had always been how Enkrid lived. It was simply who he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin knew that better than anyone — and that’s why he followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If trouble came, Enkrid would protect that child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And maybe — just maybe — Audin would have a role to play as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first arrived at Border Guard, he never imagined he would ever set out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he’d left the capital twice already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once to escape the prison of delusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin walked on, soaking in the scent of autumn that colored the world around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was to be his last excursion — he wanted to enjoy it fully.\u003C\u002Fp>",2839,"2026-05-30T08:28:29.162Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","c078bffb27c1728db3070b3b97148228061a5b399023e3c1824e8e6e479b0ce0","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-568","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-566",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]