[{"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-622":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},428329,689,"Chapter 619: Let’s Get Along","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-622",622,"\u003Cp>Their origin is the same. That was how a mage viewed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All things share the same origin. They begin there, and from that origin, they change.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right or wrong aside, that way of thinking itself was useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone insisted that sorcery was sorcery and divinity was divinity, clinging to rigid distinctions, then they’d hit a wall and go no further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You agree with part of it, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar added her own thoughts to what Esther had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairy knight did not use sorcery or divinity—she wielded Will. She converted the forest’s essence into Will and channeled it that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Enkrid or Ragna, who cultivated and drew power from within, she received it from the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was Will originally inside me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the origin was the same, then likely not. If Will were something naturally housed within, then awakening it would merely be a matter of inner discovery—and it wouldn’t be so rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fascinating perspective, Sister Leopard,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin nodded, adding his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid also pondered divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divinity was said to be the power bestowed by a god. If that were true, it must be awakened through prayer. Earned through piety alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as morality and ability don’t always go hand in hand, neither did piety and divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recalled a saying from his mercenary days: even those who had awakened divinity still operated by worldly logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That could only mean one thing—divinity was not something attained by prayer or faith alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same applied to sorcery, though at least sorcery had direct methods of cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One of the ways to strengthen sorcery is to choose the right place. A place with good energy, so to speak,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their origin was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, does [N O V E L I G H T] that mean magic is the same too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>asked Teresa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her husky yet pleasant voice—one belonging to a half-giant—drifted between the campfire’s crackles like a melody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the same... but different,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther replied. She felt goodwill toward this group, so she explained things just enough for them to grasp it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It all depends on how it is perceived and recognized.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The origin is the same. But what changes is perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you believe it to be divine power from a god, it becomes divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you acknowledge it as the force of spirits—not gods but supernatural beings—it becomes sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you see it as a force rooted in your own will, it becomes Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you feel it as the flow of energy through the forest, then it becomes Essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dragoneers say they wield the breath of dragons,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne added. Her people had their own terminology, perceiving and using Will in their own way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not simple Will—but “Dragonspeech,” as they called it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The language of dragons. The power of dragons. The will of dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the source remains the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could claim to understand all the world’s secrets. Not even now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just hearing and reflecting on it helped Enkrid feel that the Will within him had grown a little firmer. A sort of theoretical pillar was forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, turning that into a full structure—a house, a fortress—would take far more understanding and refinement. But even so, something had been gained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they spoke, snow began to fall steadily. Seeing that, Rem remarked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still not going to be me clearing the snow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was in response to something Audin had said earlier about divinity—not even the Lord would sweep away snow for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you wish. It’s hardly worth fussing over,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If snow piled up, they’d just make the soldiers clear it once they returned to the unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin had no plans to shovel it himself either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t wrong. Enkrid saw it that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no need to do everything with your own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same went for using Will. Not that he meant using Will to shovel snow—but just that some things don’t require physical action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like how putting a blade to someone’s neck is less effective than projecting an aura of menace with Will alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh realizations kept brushing past his mind. Enkrid mulled them over again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the group went quiet. Jaxon noticed first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Rophod opened his mouth to speak, Jaxon raised a finger to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without actively invoking Will, the intent was clearly communicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone glanced briefly at Enkrid and fell silent. Only the sound of the crackling fire remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, while the snow fell, their mounts occasionally whinnied—but even they had quieted now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his spot on the outer edge, Jaxon saw Odd-Eye guiding the horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You’re quick on the uptake too, huh?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Odd-Eye was no ordinary horse, that much was clear. And so, the night passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone quietly prepared their bedding. A bit of snow wouldn’t stop them from traveling, but their captain was deeply lost in thought, groping toward something intangible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther whispered a chant that sealed off the chill from the cave and makeshift tents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire’s warmth wrapped gently around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So warm,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar murmured so softly even those beside her might not have heard. It came out on its own, spurred by the warmth and the mood of the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps, just perhaps, a trace of sadness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A natural emotion for one walking a path with a predetermined end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she didn’t show it. Fairies were naturally skilled at hiding their feelings, and Shinar was especially so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one noticed her fleeting melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We thank the Mad Knight Order for their dedication, and His Majesty the King for his consideration.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Nation had endured what was essentially a civil war. Had it not been for the order led by Enkrid, much more blood would have been spilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Overdeer assembling the military and the Inquisition moving to purge heresy, it was the overwhelming force of the knight order that swiftly resolved everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of it all stood Enkrid. And so, a delegate from the Holy Nation was now sent to Crang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat in the palace’s reception room, beneath a chandelier, steam rising from the teacups. Attendants and servants stood at attention on one side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang spoke with a gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Empty-handed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only noble present was Count Baisar—specifically, the young Marcus Baisar, not the elder from the ducal house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply sipped his tea and occasionally crunched a biscuit, his demeanor saying this wasn’t a particularly difficult meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead of lightening the atmosphere, it felt more like a silent statement: Whatever the Holy Nation says, Naurillia doesn’t really care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Nation’s envoy, a cleric, began to frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...You seem to enjoy speaking frankly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to complicate things,” Crang said. “They say I’m a king picked up from the gutter—so I live forgetting complicated courtesies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such rumors about Crang did exist. Rarely in Naurillia itself, but rival trading factions of the Lockfried Merchants spread them freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They blamed the kingdom’s favor toward Leona Lockfried for their dwindling profits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it was the Border Guard pulling the strings—but from the outside, it looked the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was just how Crang liked it. That way, Enkrid’s actions could be seen as reflecting the will of the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there something you seek?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cleric, aligned with the king’s tone, finally asked directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, he listed possible offerings. The Holy Nation’s goods were rare and valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Healing potions were of unmatched purity and efficacy across the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the divine charms handcrafted by the clergy were indispensable against malevolent spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If mages made Spell Objects, the clergy made Divine Objects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their wine was superior to Naurillia’s—and acquiring it cheaply to turn into a state-run business could greatly aid the palace’s finances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been whispers that recent expenditures had strained Naurillia’s treasury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, openly pushing for wine imports might look bad—better to set up a front with a merchant group. Usually, a royal relative or trusted noble’s illegitimate child would be made the head of such a venture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He might ask for all three.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they could just concede selectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get along,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the king said suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shattered all expectations. The envoy blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Pardon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said, let’s get along.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The king beamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try some of these cookies. They’re quite good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cleric was still struggling to form a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several more exchanges followed, the gist being:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get along? That’s it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You serious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you... mentally sound, Your Majesty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfectly fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang simply laughed. Marcus chuckled too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The envoy realized this was beyond his pay grade—and a new representative was sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Noah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overdeer had allowed Noah into the Holy City. He now served as the new diplomatic envoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard of you,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang said. Enkrid had sent him a letter days ago mentioning Noah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without the letter, Crang would’ve known. The Mad Knight Order’s actions had drawn plenty of attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like we share a friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed, though I wouldn’t dare call myself His Majesty’s friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over two days, the two conversed—seemingly trivial talk, eating cookies, drinking wine, poking fun at Enkrid with Marcus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not real mockery—just things like, “Isn’t he kind of a lunatic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d have to agree,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the king even nodded solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talk wound down, and a conclusion was reached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s be friends,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Noah agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he departed, it appeared Crang had asked for no reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, outwardly, it seemed that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t break your sword this time? I’m touched.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the camp, Kraiss thanked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you it was a given.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Abnaier nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things proceeded similarly from there. Castle Lord Greyham, and what one might call “victims” enchanted by Enkrid, gathered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Care for a bout? I’ve developed a new technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if not knight-level, watching refined techniques was always enjoyable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reason to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training resumed. Audin and Rem sparred for over three days, resulting in a draw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a strict technical viewpoint, Audin had a slight edge. But in a true fight, the outcome would be impossible to predict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more thing about divinity was discovered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It can emit a healing light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something Will and sorcery couldn’t do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the origin was the same, their differences were vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why divine magic evolved as its own discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And divine power used by paladins was different from that used in clerical spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Enkrid pondered his realizations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How does one awaken Will?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By asking such questions of himself, he found hints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not only external.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s not solely about inner awakening either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s both—accepting from the outside and cultivating it within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply put, it’s about whether or not you can nurture what the world offers—whether you can grow a plant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water it, give it light, and it grows. But what if you don’t even know how to water it—or that water exists?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you can’t even begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That likely explained why so few people on the continent used Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they needed to know about sunlight, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Enkrid reached a conclusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s no systematic training method.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were a way to structure it, more people might learn to use Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d have to train the heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he’d clawed his way up from the bottom, Enkrid couldn’t easily grasp how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t be easy—but it didn’t feel impossible either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, it turned out that the most prominent martial groups across the continent had, knowingly or not, been developing ways to awaken Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had nurtured talent that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, too, was laying the groundwork now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of speed, it was like condensing decades of progress into a short burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was used to customizing sword techniques to fit his body—he approached Will the same way, without bias.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will’s cultivation method.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like he’d trained his body through the Isolation Technique, surely there was a way to do this too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t create it just yet, but he believed he’d find it with steady effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, after all he’d been through, and after all the conversations with his comrades—he had gained a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he still had more to learn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, more than anything, made Enkrid’s heart stir with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>",2054,"2026-05-30T08:28:31.475Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","a99087a1f253a1b4b20d424012b031ec79f2ca83207fe7e743a7b0b074658191","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-623","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-621",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]