[{"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-731":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},428438,689,"Chapter 728: Drunk on Twilight","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-731",731,"\u003Cp>After sparring with the horde that came rushing in, he ate well and rested thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as a few more days passed like that, many people came to visit, and most of what they said was pretty similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Training together is really fun—can’t you just stay in Zaun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some expressed their affection without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you. And... I should probably apologize, too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others spoke more seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former came from the younger ones. The latter, from those a bit older.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To add, both groups were genuinely sincere in their words and actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the ones asking to stay with him kept pestering him, repeatedly asking why he was leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those offering thanks and apologies bowed their heads and said that, while they weren't slaves, they’d come if he ever needed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them even admitted feeling embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would I be a good substitute for Riley?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were a few who asked sincerely like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, there were even more unusual proposals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since Riley said she’d become a slave, maybe I should be your wife instead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one came from a woman of the Zaun family—he didn’t even know her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, she was incredibly talented, but what she really wanted was to become a wise mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, she said her ‘shortcoming was fatal.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Was it that she had a lot of anger issues?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard that even within Zaun, she beat people up whenever they had a falling out, which is why she broke up with all of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite claiming that her dream was to become a wise mother and a good wife, she also got the nickname ‘Gallows’ for wandering the continent and beheading any man who mistreated women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even heard that some promising bounty hunters had come chasing after her to Zaun—some died, some stayed in the hunter village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, a few of them died during this last incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn’t said a word, but thanks to all the people gossiping around him, he learned all sorts of things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, at least she didn’t cling to him like somebody else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you go to the Empire, there’s gold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you go to the Empire, there are beautiful women.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you go to the Empire, there are great swords.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you go to the Empire, there are dwarven blacksmiths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you go \u002FN_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t\u002F to the Empire, there are insanely strong knights.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you go to the Empire...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Schmidt always this talkative?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when they met at the Border Guard, hadn’t he acted all heavy and serious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid began to wonder if he had romanticized his memory of the guy over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that wasn’t it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schmidt was an excellent recruiter—he was simply doing his job to the fullest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does that guy come every day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna said that, and it reassured Enkrid that his memory hadn’t been wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tiring, right? But I can’t exactly up and leave for the Empire right now. Look at this—I got this injury in battle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d looked fine when ranting about the Golden Tome, but afterward it turned out he’d taken a deep wound above his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little higher and whew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would’ve lost his manhood for good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schmidt shook his head and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, at least getting stabbed there by a demon beast’s claw gives me a good reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What reason?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna asked. Enkrid already knew the answer, so he stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Empire might award me a medal, thinking of me as a war hero. I’ll become a national meritorious figure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he didn’t fight for the Empire, he still expected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because a reruiter’s duty is by nature for the sake of the Empire, apparently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s probably some book titled Tales of the Omnipotent Empire that he goes around memorizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was someone who came to visit even more often than Schmidt. The face Enkrid saw first every morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Why every day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To thank you. For saving Zaun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head came every morning during training, bowed his head, and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he was still recovering and clearly struggled to walk in a straight line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And morning wasn’t the end of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d come again when the sun was high in the sky—right around the end of lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you eaten?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re only blind in one eye, aren’t you? Why are you asking when you can obviously see?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of Zaun had lost one of his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since one was still working, surely he could tell the meal had just ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for saving Zaun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again, he bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were all, it’d be fine—but Enkrid had to see him again before bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you tell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it weren’t for you, Zaun would’ve lost many people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heskal deserves credit too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t forgotten his contribution. Still, thank you for saving Zaun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My ears are going to grow calluses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head visited morning, noon, and night, for three straight days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he’d heard he could no longer wield his sword as before—and should be feeling bitter loss—he never once skipped coming to see Enkrid, drenched in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ragna.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong with your father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked, even though he already half-knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it couldn’t hurt to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe Ragna would say something he didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna remembered an old habit of her father’s, something she had briefly forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempest Zaun had always acted and spoken with his whole heart since she was a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he couldn’t express emotion well through words or tone, he conveyed sincerity by repeating his message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s just grateful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I figured that much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, wasn’t it a bit too much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Enkrid stayed in Zaun a bit longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just give me a week. I’ve still got things to tend to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne said that too, and Enkrid himself found the stay quite satisfying. It was a fun, enjoyable time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say you learn while teaching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d had a few similar experiences before, and in Zaun, he was surrounded by talented people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they genuinely enjoyed learning from Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match was perfect—it helped both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s no one in Zaun who explains things like Enki.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even a little brat who kept banging their head on the ground, trying to get close to him in a friendly way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You explain so well. How about tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also a giant who repeatedly tried to snatch the spot next to Enkrid’s bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He later heard that Anaheira enjoyed jokes like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it sounded half-serious—and that was probably just his faulty instincts talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Anaheira says she wants to come with you, will you take her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna asked him that once, meaning his instincts might not be so broken after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, that’s her choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t see any reason to say no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shinar will be thrilled. Esther might like it too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a bite to Ragna’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whatever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid brushed off Ragna’s teasing and just swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, while teaching so many, he naturally began to reflect on the path he had walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And that’s a good thing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path he had walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paths he hadn’t walked but could now see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paths seen by those overflowing with talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paths seen by those with talent but no confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He revisited and re-examined them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you only look forward, you can’t see what’s behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So you must sometimes stop and turn around—wisdom lies in that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid took that wisdom into himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it, he learned one more thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So during his stay in Zaun, similar events kept occurring, over and over again. It had been like that before, and it was still like that now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of those twilight days. The sagging sunlight faded away, casting a mystical glow around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Personally, it was his favorite time of day. The time between dog and wolf, as they say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They call it that because when someone approaches from afar, you can’t tell if it’s a dog or a wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky wasn’t completely dark or bright—it shone with both bluish and yellowish light at the same time, and the air was just the right amount of cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On days like this, things tend to happen. If a man and a woman are together, they might fall in love. Or perhaps some stroke of fortune will visit them. Or maybe, unexpectedly, peace will come to their heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child abandoned by their parents might finally free themselves from that shadow and learn to stand on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who’d never been loved—who only knew how to spit out barbed words—might finally awaken to love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he learns that love is not only something to receive, but also something to give—then that man might start a new life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone has at least one magical moment in life. And sometimes, that single moment is enough to change everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it doesn’t change everything, it might still give you a push to take a step toward something that seems absurd and out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was during such a twilight, soaked in magic. Dozens of colors streamed from the border between the orange light and the blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere, an insect chirped. And today, fewer people had come to visit than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the time being, no one else would come either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head’s daily greeting would come much later, and Schmidt had already visited during the day—so he wouldn’t return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna and Anne had gone to the cliffs behind the basin. They said they were checking out a patch of herbs or possibly poisonous plants that grew wild there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No visitors. No noise aside from the bugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drunk on that mysterious light, Enkrid explored his inner world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because the most vivid recent memory in his mind was of him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From atop a large tree to the side, Heskal dropped down with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think in multiple dimensions. People don’t live as just one version of themselves. If you want to truly understand someone, figure out what that person truly wants.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had done—none of it could be understood by looking at it simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What Heskal wanted was the preservation of Zaun.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when this all started, when Enkrid had asked him about his dreams, Heskal had smiled and dodged the question. Now he understood why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Seizure was just a tool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—Enkrid understood that now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enjoying swordsmanship and using that sword to grasp what you want are two different things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one thought came to him again—Zaun, and the people here, are different from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people don’t wield their swords to erase the Demon Realm or to obtain anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he wouldn't force them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same as when he first met Gridawa, Odinkar, and Magrun. That hadn’t changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they owe him a life debt? Was that a reason to force them into something they never wanted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I don’t want that.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As that thought settled in his mind, from the shadow between the houses stretched long by the twilight—suddenly, Oara popped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue light created by dusk passed through her body. Her steps were light, her face bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she walked gently over, she asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Been doing well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And without waiting for a reply, she kept talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Intent-Focused Full Recovery—you’re planning to master all five, right? Even for a knight, most people choose one to specialize in. But you’re doing them all, right? You’re not going to discard a single one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara—she had left a deep impression on him and died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this illusion of her came out and said many things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single word of it was useless. Each one was a clue for a new beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid ignored her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Enough illusions.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he made up his mind, Oara vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I learned. I moved forward.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that brought him to the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was calm, and his head was clear. Thanks to rest and recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that serenity, the answer came to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go beyond just learning and understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts told him—this was the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, it was time to restructure and build.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen and felt so much until now. He pulled one out to use as the cornerstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wave-Blocking Sword belongs to the Sword of Balance.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its foundation he had learned from Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Ragna did instinctively thanks to her natural talent—he could replicate through calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword of Balance is forged through training with the Wave-Blocking Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Enkrid was doing now was determining the training method for each sword style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts continued, and the magic of twilight hadn’t ended yet, so Enkrid wandered freely within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flew, he ran, he swam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twilight light became the sky, became a lake, became the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Heavy Sword is for physical strengthening.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Balaph’s martial art, he had learned the skill of closing distance and putting all his power into a single strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There aren’t many people who’ll let someone using their bare fists maintain distance over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this, he added the technique of “Explosion of the Dot,” a will-based skill of the family head. And he had learned from Alexandra how to detonate willpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he would build swordsmanship based on that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavy Sword is explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to create a complete sword style immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just laying down the cornerstones was enough—no need to dig deeper yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Deception is based on the Rua-Garne tactical mindset.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To that, he’d add the skills from Balen-style mercenary swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tactics are about seizing favorable advantages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Illusion Sword wasn’t just about swinging a blade. It was practically a tactical concept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast swords emerge from optimized thought processes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That one I learned from Rem.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem could judge and swing his axe even in a tiny opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he did it instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did it using the optimization of thought called “flash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it came to speed alone, Rem was the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, the Flowing Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Sword of Fortune makes use of every moment.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To do that, one needs exceptional senses and the ability to utilize every situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flowing Sword, from the beginning, was all about sensory focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can’t calculate every strike point to parry an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So your ears must hear, your skin must detect the air’s vibration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Gate of the Sixth Sense—Sensory Perception.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever you name it, it’s the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You need to master sensory technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s impossible without a unique sensitivity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To that, you add experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless trials, imprinted into your body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a genius can’t reach the Flowing Sword if they’re too young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword of Fortune is the ultimate form of that Flowing Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Train your senses, and draw every moment toward your own luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is the pursuit of the Flowing Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The theory was established, and it all built up on solid ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twilight had long since ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, night had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you sleep well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like every other morning, the family head approached and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, who had stood awake through the night, answered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I slept very well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a path he walked on his own—not something taught to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for saving Zaun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head, again, offered his familiar line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid simply smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some ways, this plain, steadfast sincerity felt like the true symbol of Zaun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that afternoon, a new visitor arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just about the time Anne had mentioned. In other words, the point when he was thinking about leaving—And the moment Ragna had been absent for two days straight.\u003C\u002Fp>",2624,"2026-05-30T08:28:34.162Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","30d5074cb8b43da3e2ee175484ec0dd6f199dbe3d34fd0a7d53b79a3f1f98a29","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-732","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-730",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]