[{"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-820":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},428577,689,"Chapter 816","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-820",820,"\u003Cp>A Knight Who Eternally Regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is said that a magician is inherently a cold-hearted designer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fight using their heads, cornering their opponents at the end of a calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a magician, excitement is distant, and composure is close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the black hat was a magician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A magician whose appearance had not changed at all since the time Esther had known him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, he was a magician who had clearly lived for a very long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue vein popped on the magician's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was likely because the blood flow had accelerated due to his excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, Enkrid simply poked the ground with the tip of his sky-blue sword, called Dawn, and looked at his opponent with indifferent eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, the gazes of the two contrasting figures met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician in the black hat was engulfed in rage, but he had not lost himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rage wrapped in reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now was not the time to act on a whim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was it right to let this go without saying a single word to them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ignorance is a sin.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a common maxim among those who wielded mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a world whose philosophy was on a different level from that of ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If you don't know, you will suffer for your ignorance.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were ignorant, therefore, they were sinners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So wouldn't it be alright to offer a sharp word and perhaps a light slap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought as he looked at his opponent with indifferent eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Rem's reaction speed has gotten faster.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sparring match from a little while ago lingered vividly in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosive muscular strength from his pivot foot, the monstrous heart, the giant-cleaving technique—a manifestation of various shamanistic arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The axe that extended in that process was.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than the past, when it had been called a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a bolt of lightning that fell, leaving only a faint afterimage because it was faster than the sound of tearing air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who didn't know, or whose skills were inferior, would say that the past and the present were the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they did not have the eyes to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at Enkrid's or Rem's level, it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A slight difference.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gap, called 'slight', decides victory and defeat, life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he be faster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It's the optimization of movement.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had made the path of all his movements extremely short, and then had unleashed an explosive power when swinging the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Condensation and explosion.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, it was the utilization of Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was amazing enough to control the body with only instinct and intuition, but someone at a knight's level could immediately copy this just by seeing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Enkrid, who had been so scorned for having no talent, was now at a stage where he could copy it in a day or two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was thanks to having gained muscular strength, agility, and physical ability on a different level from ordinary people because he had become a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he would have to devote himself to training all day, but that was not a difficult task for Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, it meant that what he had to pay attention to here was the utilization of Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It'sIndules.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, a change in the nature of the Will swirling inside Rem's body must have occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, he used shamanistic power, not Will, but hadn't Esther said that their source was the same?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Like lightning falling from the sky.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will or shamanistic power, whatever you call it, Rem had drawn out and wielded the power of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he done that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have displayed his specialty, Descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had called upon one of the eight gods that protect the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not something achieved through training, but through shamanism, borrowing their experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we're fighting for our lives, I'm the best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a phrase Rem always had on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the source was the same, the result changes depending on the way that power is used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is a single stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone will tie a fishing line to that stick and catch a fish, and someone else might commit a robbery with that same stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'And yet another might declare they will become king by attaching a jewel to that stick.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one were to imagine, there was no end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, though he was aware that his thoughts were branching off on their own, left them as they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagination that escapes control sometimes breaks the boundaries one has unconsciously drawn and expands one's capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It broadens concepts and allows one to see things from a new perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day was incredibly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunlight was not just warm but hot, and the earth of the training grounds was bone-dry, radiating heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds drifted, clustered in a few clumps, and the sky was a deep blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunlight cut between Enkrid and the man in the black hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One side accepted that bright sunlight as it was, while the other looked as if a dark cloud was hanging over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing had actually happened, but that was the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a nice day, tsk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Enkrid was excited, Rem too was excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was after he had dedicated himself to recovery as soon as he had arrived at the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, who had stuck Dawn into the ground, lifted it as if to slash forward and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following him, the gray-haired barbarian also spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, don't.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the beastkin with golden eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You stink.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the black hat had not yet said anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just been about to move his mana to give them a light warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is to say, the will had arisen, and he had been on the verge of raising his mana accordingly, but all three of them had spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they had predicted that he would use magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Are their senses that good?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were guys like that sometimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wretchedly sensitive, for mere swordsmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were there three of them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther looked at the opponent and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wouldn't it be better to state your business first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words also sounded as if she were saying that if things went south, she would bury them all here regardless of their purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How dare they.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many people in the world could do that to him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the chaff of the continent, who weren't even from the Demon Realm, do so?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I so choose, I could kill half of you with a single gesture.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man spoke, and the man with the greatsword entered a combat stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master of the greatsword tensed his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tension often becomes a good weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The presence of the two humans and one beastkin standing before him had not changed, but if things went south, a fight would break out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what his instincts told him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than anything, it was also a warning from the other self, the one that spewed heat, that had taken root within his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man from the Lengardis merchant guild couldn't understand what on earth was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just watched cautiously and then slowly backed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouldn't have come with them in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he had to do was offer a peaceful dialogue and proposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the black hat lifted the brim that was slanted over his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes had already turned completely black, without a single speck of white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll just take one of your eyes. A cyclops's wish fulfilled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther was, for a moment, impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a good kind of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No development.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was an old acquaintance of hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pattern and flow of his mana, the process of the spell's activation and the incantation—nothing had changed from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, too, was a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent couldn't imagine it, but she did not forget a mana pattern she had experienced once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent cast a curse, one of the Forbidden Word spells, that makes bugs burst from the eyeballs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rejected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther moved her mana and dispelled the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't the only one who had reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begone, vile thing, you bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said, holding his axe vertically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The formless mass of curse made of mana was crushed and scattered before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel retreated from the terrible stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood right behind Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who told you to hide behind me? You come back having learned only bad things. Later, I'll have to beat that eastern laziness out of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, since you were blocking it, you could have blocked it for me too. Nagging at the drop of a hat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A beastkin bastard talking back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two bickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if they didn't care about the opponent in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician in the black hat's mouth hung half-open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What is this.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dispelled a curse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so easily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furthermore, Enkrid hadn't offered any resistance at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too now had a wealth of experience dealing with all sorts of spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had continuously trained in spell response with Esther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that process, he had learned that curses didn't work on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had learned that he didn't have to block them with his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't for nothing that Esther had brought them here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because they were not a threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be a bit of a struggle for her to deal with those two alone, but.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If it's Enki.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was someone who could deal with them without any problem, even alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were also troublesome people who might cause trouble inside the city if left alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then people might get hurt or die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this far, Esther felt an unfamiliar emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Am I worried about people?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or did she care for them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, this city, the Border Guard, and everyone had become a part of Esther's life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child who had dreamed of the stars had only known magic and had lived exploring spells, but at some point, she had come to know the preciousness of people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Protecting what's behind you.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She now understood the meaning of those words to the point where her heart ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had hoped that the soldier wouldn't die from some pointless act of defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That soldier's name was Marco, he was the lover of a member of her own unit, and that man's dream was to become a squire of The Order of the Madmen Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Is all of this unnecessary information?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head said so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a person who explores and researches magic, it was not important at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart said otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can a person who does not know how to live life pursue the truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They cannot.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of nowhere, Esther sank into herself and began to organize her thoughts, and Enkrid watched that Esther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man with the pitch-black eyes was a magician, and the woman he knew was a spellcaster by the name of witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that woman's blue eyes were incomparably clearer than the man who had been playing tricks in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were like a lake that held purity, untouched by the filth of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So why did you come?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the black hat was a subordinate; he was a messenger who had to deliver a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in a position where he could not forsake that duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why else? They came because they wanted to die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The stench is too strong. Can't we just beat them a little to get the smell out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right beside him, the barbarian and the beastkin added a few words each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Do I really have to just leave them be?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician had to regain his reason once more, and he was on the verge of sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And does the smell go away if you beat someone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That beastkin was definitely not just mad, but excessively mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You killed Beelrog, didn't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had spoken honestly to whoever asked, but he hadn't spread rumors anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a story a stranger could just come and ask about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid waited quietly, as if telling him to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was a very peculiar being. He wandered around, even though he had the ability to build his own domain in the Demon Realm. Well, this is a separate story. Thanks to that, my master has taken an interest in you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his words could finish, the man from the Lengardis merchant guild cut in, wiping his sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My master's conditions will not be bad either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Enkrid could even answer, the man with the greatsword also opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My master as well. But personally, I need to confirm if your skills are real.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he hadn't just opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his words, the man swung his greatsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swinging the sword came before taking a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatsword he swung was already falling on Enkrid's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before this whole movement began, his knees had bent slightly, and with that light movement, he had closed the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distance between Enkrid and the man with the greatsword was such that their voices could be heard, but the sword would have to come three steps closer to reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That distance was closed in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lifted Dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the black hat and the man from the Lengardis merchant guild did not see what happened next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, they did not see the process, but they saw the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like a large drum bursting, unable to withstand the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatsword of the man with the greatsword struck the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a sound of it hitting the earth with athump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, his waist bent forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, Enkrid's fist had touched and then left his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collapsed forward from that one blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let go of his sword, placed both hands on the floor, and spewed out a mouthful of blood with a retch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that result alone, the two's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician's black eyes had at some point returned to those of an ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the merchant from Lengardis began the competition first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eternal life. I promise you eternal life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eternal life, my foot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did not understand the meaning of their words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from the back of the man who held the greatsword, heat shimmered, and something like a mouth formed on it and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will give you land.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, who had been watching, picked his ear and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are these crazy bastards talking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2459,"2026-05-30T08:28:35.159Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","e2fc9abb8d990cf7dd65dc61147696dc4ded459e47ce226827adabe842cbf5cd","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-821","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-819",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]