[{"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-591":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},428398,689,"Chapter 588: Turn Back","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-591",591,"\u003Cp>After settling things his way, Rem returned to the Border Guard, while Viscount Harrison—who had nearly lost his land under the pressure of scorched earth tactics—let out a long sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still seems like there's some danger left... Doesn't it? We'll stick around and guard the place for a couple months.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To top it off, the reinforcements from the Border Guard remained stationed in the territory. At first, Harrison felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if they were planning to seize the land under the pretense of assistance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened in these unstable times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without ill intent, having a squad of that caliber stationed on his land meant logistical strain—feeding, clothing, and housing such troops wasn’t cheap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they set up tents themselves, brought their own provisions, and eventually even received resupplies directly from the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with those supplies came a letter—from Enkrid himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you cultivating your land well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viscount Harrison froze with the letter in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood like a puppet with its strings cut, eyes locked on the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The militia captain glanced at him nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this a veiled threat? A trick from the Border Guard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again—would the Iron Wall Knight need to resort to such games?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As fine as this land might seem, it was no Greenperl—the fertile territory that had gone fallow during the wars and now promised bountiful harvests from a single scattered handful of grain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wondered what the letter could possibly say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The viscount had once offered the sacred spring to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never regretted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had whispered complaints behind his back, wondering why he didn’t ask for more in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Harrison believed he had already received everything he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been supported. He had been trusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone was more than enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a man who acted on whims, but there were no regrets in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he had acted in desperation—he had asked for reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And while he had heard there was plenty going on inside the Border Guard already, he hadn’t truly expected anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet reinforcements came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought, and they stayed to defend his land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could there be something hidden behind all this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If there is, then it means I was a fool. It means I misjudged the man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Harrison realized the one who had come was Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He supposed he should be grateful the man left without saying goodbye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They call him the Noble Hunter, don’t they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only afterward did he hear how Rem had wiped out the bandits on his way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after all that did he fully understand the gravity of what had happened—and receive that letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read it three times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he let out a heavy sigh and slowly raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn’t forgotten the words they'd once exchanged at a banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that reminder steadied the viscount’s wavering heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sparked something hot inside his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warmth rose from deep within his gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had listened to his wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had remembered. And someone had believed in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t a trace of malice in the message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I swear... I’ll repay this debt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered his vow aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The militia captain, still dying to know what the letter said, kept quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stationed squad?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spoke roughly, but they were perfectly disciplined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never caused trouble, and aside from fighting—they kept to themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made perfect sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had made it clear: if the territory’s lord said anything strange, the unit was to return immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the soldiers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t want to go back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had gotten stronger under Rem’s command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had found purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d learned how to fight and how to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was denying the value of the training. But after weeks in hell, anyone would jump at the chance to get out, even for a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the real reason they were stationed in Harrison’s domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that Harrison would ever know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Border Guard hadn’t sent only the Remgak Unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Holy Nation withdrew their people, trouble erupted everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if waiting for it, cultists rose up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the south, monsters surged. Entire regions fell under siege from \"monster waves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tactic was brutal: provoke monsters, lure them into another region, and let them ravage it—leaving the defense to someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the southern knight orders held their lines, holes still formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those breaches had to be plugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Kraiss used the official guise of Naurillia’s mercenary recruitment initiative to rotate the Border Guard Standing Army relentlessly across the frontier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaying monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushing bandits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eradicating cultist dens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that process, the Border Guard's true strength was revealed—and all the nobles who’d been secretly observing them were left stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially those within the royal palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This force rivaled the famed Red Cloak Knights in cohesion and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though some initially expressed concern—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re that idle, why don’t you take up farming like Viscount Harrison?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>remarked Count Marcus, the king’s closest advisor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re here to overthrow me? Fine. I’ll give them my land—and throw in my daughter too,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Duke of Octo laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Enkrid were plotting rebellion, would he be out swinging a sword in the dirt? If it were me, I’d take the King’s trust, become Guard Captain, and fill this palace with my own men. Why risk everything protecting farmers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Marquis of Baisar pointed out bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the great lords were truly worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Crang’s noble purge was nearly complete—and only the loyal or competent remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any talk of fear vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was left was admiration—and support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From King Crang on down, the nation was speaking with one voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how powerful the Holy Nation may be—we stand with the Iron Wall Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proof of that spread from region to region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no matter what tricks the Holy Nation pulled, they couldn’t conjure monsters or demons from thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Border Guard moved in and stabilized the outlying regions, peace gradually returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shepherds led their flocks across hills once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beasts, bandits, and cultists had been wiped clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the city of Lockfried was finally completed, and plans for trade routes to the west were underway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever the Holy Nation might say—the power of the Border Guard couldn’t be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just militarily, but economically, diplomatically—their influence had grown immensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conclusion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plenty had happened, but the Border Guard had handled it all swiftly and with precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were even paving stone roads now, maintaining infrastructure as part of broader development projects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had played a key role—but it was only possible because everyone moved as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had one commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a shared purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed in what they were doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that made it work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was exhausting. There was too much to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Kraiss prioritized—he triaged the issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And today’s conversation was one of the lower-priority items he’d been keeping in mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked up and asked without much expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just been talking about dangers and cultist movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cross Guard,” Kraiss answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A city northeast of the Border Guard—past the gravel flats and the Pen-Hanil River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t anything urgent. At least, not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes silently asked what kind of trouble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss answered plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cultists are acting up again. Seems like the city’s in rough shape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he also added—it hadn’t been urgent, so they’d left it alone for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had spent the day focused on Will and diving deep into training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite a breakthrough, progress had been slow. Not frustrating, but stagnant enough to warrant a break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, he was drinking tea to clear his mind—just as Kraiss came in and started rambling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cultists? Cultists are acting up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne interrupted from the side. This Frokk woman had always despised cults. She perked up immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, seated beside them in her human form, sipped from the fourth teacup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like a few of them have been holding secret gatherings. Cultists, I mean. And apparently, a criminal syndicate is running wild too. A real mess—different scum stirring up trouble at once. I heard the city lord tried to contact the temple for help, but they ignored him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cross Guard. The name came up quietly, but it was clear the situation wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen was, technically, still a hostile nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Officially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In practice, it was a thinly veiled act—like pretending not to see through glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t they drawn a “borderline” through Greenperl? They hadn’t even built proper walls—just shallow dividers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, people crossed that “border” every day to trade with Azpen towns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So realistically, you could call them unofficial allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Border Guard constructed two fortress cities, and in their center built massive windmills and mills drawing water from the Pen-Hanil River—developing a large-scale agricultural hub—Azpen mirrored their efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had begun raising a new city directly across from Greenperl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two nations, now sharing a border, were finally exchanging what each lacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beautiful exchange had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of it stemmed from that festival Kraiss had orchestrated some time ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite this quiet harmony, Cross Guard couldn’t publicly ask the Border Guard for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should be like brothers, neighboring cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in truth, they had once drawn blades against each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The temple ignored them. They tried to request aid from their home nation, but nothing came of it. The lord of Cross Guard must be tearing his hair out. I heard they even sent some men through a guild, but communication’s been lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss wasn’t telling this story to provoke a reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t asking Enkrid for anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just reporting what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Enkrid immediately realized: the guild mentioned could only be Gilpin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Gilpin Guild had gone silent, something truly bad was happening inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, Gilpin had expanded into an intelligence network, even inviting Jaxon to train their members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they couldn’t even get a single message out—that meant things were dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go. A little fresh air might do me good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne chimed in without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wanted the movement for a mental reset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne? She despised cultists. It was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sure?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city hadn’t formally requested aid, but through Abnaier, their desire for help had been conveyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss knew that. That was why he’d started moving pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—it didn’t have to be the Mad Knight and leader of the Border Guard himself going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any reason I shouldn’t?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, none.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of this had any grander meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since Enkrid was already going, Kraiss thought he might as well publicize it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internally, Azpen might be an ally. But outwardly, they were still considered enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a mission like this was perfect for shaping public narrative:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a supposed “enemy” city was struggling with a cult problem, and the Border Guard helped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would frame cultism as a continental issue—not a political one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would provide more justification for swift intervention in future crises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In matters like this, more justification was always better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You never knew when it might come in handy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well, then,” Kraiss nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid went to prepare immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm... I have a bad feeling. If it gets dangerous, don’t hesitate to retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther handed Enkrid a small mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’ll show you my face for a short while. Might give you strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Why would that help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking at the beautiful face of the opposite sex—doesn’t that invigorate you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther spoke as though revealing universal truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stared at her, concern in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop hanging around Shinar so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairy-style humor was clearly spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther smirked, not bothering to deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the first time they met, her expressions had grown far more nuanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid packed a new sword—its core blended with blackened steel—and donned the scale armor Kraiss had personally secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He attached his sword belt, a light pack, and rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne packed only her insect pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frokks like her didn’t need much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their skin resisted damage. Their bodies regenerated quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could go two days without eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so the two of them set out for Cross Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, a large dock had been built to cross the Pen-Hanil River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Travel was smoother now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the looks of it, they’d be sleeping outdoors for three or four nights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid marched at a steady, brisk pace, chatting with Lua Gharne along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they encountered a caravan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the merchants looked startled—but then they nodded in recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only the two of you? Ah, but you’re Frokks... Well, either way, it’s a lot safer around here now. Thanks to the Standing Army wiping out the beasts. Long live the Iron Wall Knight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The merchant didn’t recognize Enkrid’s face, but still offered praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled brightly, saying the times finally felt worth living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, lowering his voice, he grumbled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t know what’s wrong with the Holy Nation these days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not saying I’m a heretic! Don’t report me—I donate to the monastery every month!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately panicked, backpedaling on his own words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax. I’m not on good terms with the Church either,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid offered mildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still—you shouldn’t say that out loud,” the merchant warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if they are cultists, you never know who’s listening. They might come after you in the night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he kept smiling as he walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Days like these... really are something, huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne watched {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} him go and said softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So peace means more people like him, doesn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a good sight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid walked until the sun dipped and the orange glow turned to blue—until blue faded to darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stopped and lay down beneath the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore thick layers and heated leather, but it was still cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne kept a water pouch to her lips, disliking the dryness more than the chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed entirely unbothered by the cold—Frokks were known for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lay on his back and closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could sleep anywhere—that was a mercenary’s instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, before sleep claimed him, he saw something:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear night sky, full of stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two blue moons shed shimmering light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Тhe stars fell in lines, forming a glowing river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moons looked like twin lakes of light in a black canvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was breathtaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beautiful,” Lua Gharne murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They traded a few light jokes under the starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, Enkrid drifted into sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he fell asleep, he felt it—his body began to rock gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone was the river of stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, a river of black water shimmered below him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So... are you ready to live forever?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice came from across a stone table on a long, narrow boat—lit by a violet lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Ferryman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked straight at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, his face was clearer than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin was cracked and gray, like parched earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were colorless. Lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A masklike face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had never thought about it before—but now, the Ferryman looked like he was wearing a mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, for once, Enkrid responded with dry amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean, live forever?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you do not die, then that is eternity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I’m trapped in today, never dying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. That is your eternity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t agree, and he made that clear in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman’s pale eyes didn’t blink. His lips didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—he spoke something unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turn back. I will show you a new path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell does that mean...?\u003C\u002Fp>",2623,"2026-05-30T08:28:29.162Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","a0df297a84faa4f8c5c7c0275ffd5232dbf3a70d66aa4acbca1bae431b0a385f","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-592","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-590",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]