[{"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-62":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},428187,689,"Chapter 62","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>“Wait here for a moment. I’ll send someone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because permission was granted didn’t mean they could depart immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they returned to their quarters, the squad members looked like baby birds waiting for their mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prepare yourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One word conveyed the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I knew it. I knew the Squad Leader would make it happen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem and Jaxon added a few words, and the others started to move as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was rough, they needed to gather their equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what was said now, the mood would be warm. It was rare for the entire squad to be united like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when Ragna and Rem bumped into each other while moving, they both passed by without a word. No sharp remarks were exchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sly alley cat, don’t you have a spare cloak? It’s damn cold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem particularly disliked the cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon shook his head at Rem’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, a fight would have broken out, but it passed smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They do get along.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How nice would it be if they could always step back and live like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was just wishful thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid sat on his bed, watching the busy squad members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, someone sent by the Company Commander arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you do to get the entire squad assigned to the operation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the 4th Platoon Leader, sent by the Company Commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re trying to track down the trail of the assassin. The Thieves’ Guild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Be careful. Even a knight’s grandfather can’t dodge a knife in the back. Thieves are dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Platoon Leader shared his concern with a long piece of advice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knife in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, a general who ruled the continent died by the dagger of a subordinate he trusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very long time ago, not quite a legend but a story that couldn’t even be called history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An event that might have actually happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Encrid nodded in acknowledgment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, a knight can avoid it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if it’s not a knight, one can avoid it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you get stabbed helplessly from behind, you’re an idiot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem concluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the Platoon Leader finished speaking, the three of them fired back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s not talk about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Platoon Leader shook his head and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, permission was granted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid spoke as he stood up. The weather had gotten even colder than yesterday, making the inside of the quarters feel like an icebox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for equipment, all Rem had was a single hand axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had an arming sword he had previously swapped with Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon only had a short sword that appeared to be his sole weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin carried two short, oil-soaked, and dried clubs tucked into his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stealing is bad. Let’s go teach them a lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin spoke up as he stepped forward. Rem chuckled at his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right. It is bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their equipment was simple, Jaxon was bundled up in thick fur clothing, making him look bulky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna wore a tattered, hole-ridden cloak made from layers of cloth that even a passing beggar wouldn’t covet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the most impressive sight was Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you really going like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon’s attire was within acceptable limits, and Ragna’s could be considered passable with a generous perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had wrapped himsfairy entirely in a blanket. He looked like a walking bedroll, with no intention of even extending his arms, only his toes peeking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hate the cold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he listen if they tried to dissuade him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid chose an efficient approach. He ignored Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ragtag squad set off towards the marketplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This seems dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais muttered to himsfairy as he followed. Faced with the choice of either shoveling snow until his arms swelled or taking a risk, he chose the risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really despised shoveling snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter the battle, Encrid had a long-standing habit of reflecting on it repeatedly afterward as a means of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-fairy drew attention with a whistling knife and Rotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A trick.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple but effective as a distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan was then to engage in close combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With just one move, a decisive strike intended to end the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, the half-fairy had a fascination with hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This allowed Encrid to predict the target area and, through repeated encounters, he had become familiar with the enemy’s weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could fight with everything calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What if I had failed?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Did I rely on luck?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-fairy might not have acted according to Encrid’s expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him to act as predicted required a certain amount of luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid questioned himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the first day, when he killed that perverted bastard who liked to stab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had used a powerful thrust as his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an act of placing his life on the line, not considering what would happen afterward—a gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reflected on that time, recalling the mistakes he made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he made the same mistake this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even if I had used a different move,’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he would have still won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was confident he could have overpowered his opponent in terms of individual tactics and overall skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the half-fairy had fought with all his might and Rotten was waiting behind him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I still had a better chance of winning.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wouldn’t have been as clean and without injury as it was this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He constantly reviewed and reflected. Repeating it over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While walking, he visualized and applied it to different scenarios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The patrolman who found Encrid was startled twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, at the sight of the corpses, and second, at the sight of the Squad Leader who had reached the level of a senior soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Senior soldier, in name only.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many common soldiers displayed such skill?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially considering that until the recent battle, he had been quite incompetent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In conclusion, he was now recognized by others and himself as no longer being at the bottom level in swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, Encrid still pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘There might have been an easier way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an attitude hard to believe for someone living the same day repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But perhaps it was this very attitude that allowed him to always face tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts continued to spiral, leading Encrid to recall last night’s dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is it because I have nothing to do?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unfathomable entity, no matter how he looked at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thinking of the ferryman of the Black River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman, who appeared in his dream, did not sneer at him as before. He merely stared at him for a moment and then spat out one sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice without a mouth. Because of this, the emotions carried by the voice were clearly conveyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it was because the ferryman wanted them to be conveyed. Encrid instinctively felt this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emotion in that single word was curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure curiosity, untainted by any fragments of disappointment or anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wasn’t an ordinary dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Squad Leader.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he had been too lost in thought, but it wasn’t until someone grabbed his arm and called from behind that Encrid stopped walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, what did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had missed what was said to him a moment ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said, if you go in with that mindset, you’re likely to get stabbed by a thief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said. It didn’t seem like a long speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Rem himself looked like he was the one who would get stabbed if he rushed in wrapped in that blanket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Rem, Jaxon spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He asked if there’s a plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plan? What plan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same feeling of curiosity he saw in the ferryman in his dream appeared in Encrid’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you planning to just ask around about the Thieves’ Guild and then storm in? Do you know the location of their headquarters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon asked, crossing his arms. The thick clothes made his elbows stick out in a comical way, but Jaxon seemed unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their enemy was involved in pickpocketing, human trafficking, and all sorts of crimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guild’s name was Gilpin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It literally meant the organization led by Gilpin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commonly referred to as a Thieves’ Guild, it was essentially a criminal organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would such people reveal their base and operate openly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. Like vermin that thrived in the darkness and back alleys of the city, they hid themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then we should start by forming a plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you really have no plan at all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem interjected again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, meanwhile, remained silent, simply exhaling into the cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin just smiled broadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you really have no plan at all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais looked at Encrid with his big eyes and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you would at least know the headquarters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter how smart I am, how would I know the location of this guild? If we try to find out, we’ll get our throats cut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais made a slicing motion across his neck as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would a criminal guild really kill a regular army? Were they that powerful? It didn’t seem like they were capable of such actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was, Encrid didn’t care. He didn’t have the time or energy to worry about such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haven’t you ever carried out a small-scale operation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon asked again. It seemed like he was scolding Encrid for leading the entire squad without a proper plan. Encrid was gradually running out of things to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he lived his life until now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been busy struggling to survive, and he spent his days sacrificing sleep to swing his sword one more time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t had the opportunity to learn about strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he had experience as a mercenary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also had experience serving as a squad leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had participated in small-scale operations several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the flow of battle and carrying out small-scale operations outside the battlefield were entirely different stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the battlefield, for instance, leading a scouting squad was a familiar area, but now the situation was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That was…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the result of desperate survival efforts, not moving based on a thorough strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he knew had been learned by risking his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, should he do the same this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he risk his life and repeat today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid stopped walking. The bitterly cold wind slipped through his tattered cloak and brushed against his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a piercingly cold wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I don’t want to do that.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to use repeating today as a method. The pain of death wasn’t something he welcomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, his instincts told him there was no need for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t come here completely without a plan. He had considered the usual methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t we find out everything if we ask around? No matter how well they hide, the city natives know everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, there are no secrets. A secret is only complete with death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the only person who knows the secret dies, no one else can know it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A criminal organization couldn’t hide itself so thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, the conclusion is that someone knows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s difficult to do it that way. The Gilpin guys are known for cutting off loose ends and being incredibly frightening. Even if you catch some low-level members and press them, they don’t know anything. And if they accidentally spill something, Gilpin would break all their limbs and cut out their tongue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rule the organization through the fear of retaliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, how?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No immediate solutions came to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it came to desperate survival and related schemes, he could think of plenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were a battlefield, he knew how to hold positions according to strategy to some extent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this wasn’t such a situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Squad Leader, give us the orders.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he was lost in thought, Ragna, who had been gazing at the sky, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid’s eyes turned to Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genius in swordsmanship, with few equals when he held a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how Encrid saw Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinarily, Ragna was a lazy and careless person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind who would often get lost and drop things from his pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sometimes, though rarely, Ragna could grasp the core of a matter and strike deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he held a sword in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The leader just needs to give orders. Leave the execution to those who know how to carry them out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s softly spoken words were immensely significant and weighty to Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called him a leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was indeed his position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squad Leader, the one who leads the squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, had Encrid truly been leading the squad up until now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Have I been a true Squad Leader?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. A person with poor skills, merely struggling to survive, could hardly become a leader of a group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when each member of the squad was exceptionally talented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ragna’s one word changed the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem acknowledged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon slightly nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s how it should be, brother. The leader gives orders, and others execute them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais, however, was out of sync with the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always considered Encrid as the Squad Leader in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. It’s true. Jaxon, do you have a plan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, known for his principle of equivalent exchange, also dealt in information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Krais’s knowledge was broad and shallow, Jaxon’s was narrow and deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you secure an inn in the market and wait, I’ll return before sunset.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When asked for a plan, he said he would leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave it to me, and I’ll find out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. Let’s go to the inn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once decided, there was no looking back. That was how Encrid operated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way to the inn, while not yet in the heart of the market where it was less crowded, Encrid continued to voice his thoughts on the well-trodden dirt path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll find the guild’s headquarters and wipe them out in one go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their target was a criminal organization. Even if they had no solid evidence, using force to crush them wouldn’t be questioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it would punch a hole in the pockets of some noble or the Battalion Commander backing them, but\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What does that matter?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true knight, after all, should have no shame in their heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he had seen, heard, learned, and dreamed in his youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how Encrid had lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he intended to keep living that way now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me here: \u002Frevengerscans ]\u003C\u002Fp>",2455,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","909c7d6345f2d65765fee4e23b6bc34b7c92c0c5065d5a85616f133971c80147","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-63","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-61",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]