[{"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-847":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},428604,689,"Chapter 843","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-847",847,"\u003Cp>A Knight Who Eternally Regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penadex was in a hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon he had summoned using his body as a medium—no, a portion of the power the demon had provided—had been wounded the moment it appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately stretched out his human arm and grabbed the wrist of his lover and colleague standing next to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, he dug his nails in, creating a wound as he clawed at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Penadex—! You dog-like…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snake-handling witch couldn't finish her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body quickly withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tongue rolled back into her mouth, and her eyeballs shriveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to summon a few snakes in resistance, but the snakes, after poking their heads out into the air, crumbled and fell apart like rotted pieces of cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the blood dripping from her wrist flowed down Penadex's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all of the blood fell to the ground; it flowed in reverse, up along Penadex's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snake witch soon collapsed to the ground, leaving only a husk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because all of her magic had been taken, and her life force had been sucked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penadex didn't even look back at the dead witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had achieved his purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what if a few people had to die if it was necessary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had killed over a hundred in experiments, he had killed his own kind, and he had captured and imprisoned monsters and beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he discriminate between children, women, and the elderly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Penadex's eyes, they were all just lumps of meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was superior, and the rest were inferior beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially humans!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was born of a noble bloodline and had even shown a talent for spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no being more superior than himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I am a noble.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be born with a special talent even among magicians—if that wasn't nobility, what was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reviewed the moments from his birth until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever he took an interest in, it just worked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his childhood, when he knew nothing, the opposite sex would fall for him with just a glance, and sometimes even the same sex did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after he had dabbled in magic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heaven-sent talent, a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Penadex, I hate you.\" Hatred gathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Penadex, my everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adoration gathers as much as hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One who has much looks to a higher place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to stand beyond the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Where can I reach with my innate talent?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A farther place, the edge of knowledge that cannot even be imagined, a place where it would be fine to die in ecstasy and bliss the moment he reached it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if no one understood, he would just move forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penadex was a special being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's how he saw himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed that he would eventually swallow knowledge and become something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But why.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is my body trembling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had manifested the demon here through a contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment where an ordinary magician would have had their body taken over in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could maintain his ego and handle the demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But why?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same question repeats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why does his heart ache, his fingertips and toes tingle, all the muscles in his body tighten and stiffen, and a cold sweat flow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he recalled the past felt long, but in reality, it was an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had only been a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penadex looked at his opponent through the demon's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two deep blue eyes were like a clear lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides those two eyes, the rest was hidden in shadow and was not clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, there was only the blade that descended from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KIIIAAAAK!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penadex's body was stiff, but the demon's was not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pulled its body back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It struggled and dodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon's power had taken control of Penadex's physical body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Fear.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear surged up and struck Penadex's brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the first time he had felt this emotion in his life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was the first time it had been this intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh—.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one with the sword moves, letting out a light exclamation of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick meteor falls upon two thin, blue lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep blue meteor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KIIIIII!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon was terrified, and Penadex was scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skrrk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the sword slash cut off one of the demon's arms altogether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severed arm floats in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the black smoke scatters, the fallen forearm also scatters like ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon hastily used its own spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medium was the life force of Penadex, who had summoned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before completing the spell using blood as a medium, the flow of magic was cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as a campfire was about to catch fire, someone had poured water on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, demon,\" was the witch's whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had interfered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witch, who possessed a world of spells skilled enough to disrupt his, waved her hand without a trace of a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She is enjoying herself right now,\" the Dragonkin with the vertically slit pupils murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should I sew your mouth shut?\" the witch spat out a tirade at the Dragonkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragonkin nodded as if he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon thought for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wondered where in the world it had been summoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A swordsman, a Dragonkin, a witch.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where is this place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon was filled with doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What of the demon realm? A minion of the demon realm? A gatekeeper? A janitor? I am curious about what comes next,\" Rem muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was genuinely curious about the rest of the demon's words, which had been cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid saw that the picture he had drawn in his head a moment ago was not being drawn as it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon had dodged his slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician, synchronizing with the demon that had grown from his back, had his own body bent like a hunchback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon extended its two legs and moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It's a bit of a hideous sight.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who was originally a magician dangled between the demon's legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight was reminiscent of something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was easy to imagine, even without a great imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignored the appearance and replayed the moment the creature had dodged his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes scanned the demon's forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see something shimmering on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like black soot, and it also looked like something he had seen somewhere before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Thornbriar Wall.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it similar to that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature had covered its forearm with something made of a malevolent spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had made his sword deviate from its path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was also because Enkrid had swung his sword as a test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't used his full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had left some in reserve and had sized up his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, it would be fair to say that he was overflowing with composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid swung his sword, preparing for any and all tricks his opponent might pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fact that everyone watching knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was to the extent that even the demon had partially realized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That swordsman was too relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon thought so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, the demon gave up on its self-introduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It muttered and whipped its two eyeballs, which were attached to the lumpy head that had sprung from its back, from side to side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyeballs move to the point of popping out of their sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That abnormal movement was an act that made one recognize it as a being of the demon realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an ordinary person, it was a grotesque sight that would make their mouth go dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, that's a hideous sight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But where was an ordinary person here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem says it as if it were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no one here whose spirit would be shaken just by 'intuiting' a being of the demon realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present was a Beelrog Slayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It makes me want to beat it up,\" Ragna says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician, who had been dangling pathetically between its legs, lifts his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bent back rises, and he looks around like a frightened rat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Penadex, is that the star you longed for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther said, her voice filled with contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Dragonkin…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fear. Is it the fear of annihilation?\" he said, recalling the disposition shown by the things that had often faced him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kaaaak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon threw its head back and let out a monstrous shriek into the air, shaking off some of its fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the master of ten thousand phan…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not finish his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A projectile that had burst through the air struck him in the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously with the roar, a part of his face distorted and was crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black blood splattered in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon covered its face with its remaining arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, it tried to chant another spell, but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop,\" the Dragonkin's Word of Command stopped it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the master of the legion that rules ten thousand phantoms,\" the demon muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had just been treated in a way that was unimaginable as it had been summoned via the contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Demon, hurry up and fight,\" Penadex, defeated by fear, urged him on, lifting his head from between its legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight of him raising his head from between its legs was truly bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up,\" the demon snapped at the filthy magician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, wasn't it because this bastard had gotten involved where he shouldn't have that this mess had occurred?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A demon is a master of deals and contracts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed the annihilation of his existence and moved his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you wish to face the master of a hundred thousand phantoms?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid, it was not a question that required deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also a title he had heard at some point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are things that are not forgotten even if one repeats today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same as the name of the demon that had appeared as Count Molsen was dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the master of a hundred thousand phantoms,\" was the kind of thing that bastard had uttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be one of the masters of the demon realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it one of the six that the minion had mentioned before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It would be nice if you called him over,\" Enkrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been asked if he wanted to face him, so he had said yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon was momentarily speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hurry, fight,\" the magician raised his head again from between its legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shouldn't we start by cutting off that hideous thing?\" Rem interjected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shall we cut it?\" the Dragonkin asks for his opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The two are already synchronized, so even if we cut it, nothing will change,\" Esther discussed the reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still, it's not a pleasant sight,\" Ragna said, slinging Sunrise over his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen stood silently behind the demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was contemplating whether he should neatly slice out the part between its legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hurry, hurry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician, his reason paralyzed, flailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him, Esther felt a new kind of sentiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart was not swayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, should it be said that she had not known they would break down so wretchedly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrail was a group that had tormented her for decades and was the place that had killed her master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the object of her resentment and the cause of her taking on the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she was so tired of being chased by them, she had wanted to grow her power and overturn them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, Esther had also done something amazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she hated being chased, she had tried to construct a world of spells that would overwhelm them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been a time when she had pushed forward with that resolve, regardless of whether it was possible or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had not relied on relics or the power of others, but had done so by moving forward on her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did she gain anything from that struggle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had gained a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through that, she had been connected to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it wasn't the prank of a goddess of fortune or a goddess of fate, what would you call this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Esther had only been able to newly construct her world of spells after meeting Enkrid in this land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What was needed was a heart.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heart that knows how to care for people, a vision that recognizes what is precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What should I call this? A heart that knows how to love?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She almost scoffed even as she thought it to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Struggling Witch, the explorer of the world of spells, discussing love?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should it be called a word that made her hair stand on end just thinking about it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she acknowledged what she had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heart that cares for people, for someone, had expanded her world of spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Penadex, you fool,\" Esther rebuked her opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the path he had walked after giving up on being human to entrust his ego to a being of the demon realm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the being who had chased and tormented amounting to only this much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That angered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Rem had to mock her once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther resolved herself to curse that damn savage after this was all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My contractor is a vampire. He is also called a noble of the demon realm. If you kill this one, you will incur a grudge with him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon uttered a rational statement, and just as when he had faced One-Killer, Enkrid walked a path he knew to be irrational.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's what I want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a short and concise statement, he raises Dawnforged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recognized the armor of phantoms that clad the demon's body, and he knew that the creature had a skill to shake one's perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The reason for the error in calculation.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Experience is always right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, who had faced Beelrog, had glimpsed the individuality of demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would all have different skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beelrog was just specialized in fighting among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steps forward and swings his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon resisted for the last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gathered a part of the phantoms under its command at its fingertips, made them sharp, and thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid parried that sharp point with his descending sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TUNG—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword forged by will parries the opponent's attack and moves forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He does not care what lies at the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he has something he believes in, he protects that conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just fosters his will and builds his belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pik, Pwak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid moved his sword up and down as he parried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the strength that far surpassed a human's, he connected two sword strikes: a strike to the crown of the head and an upward slash from below. With that, the demon was split, centered on its groin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black blood poured out as if from a flood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The summoned demon scatters and dies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From between the demon's body, which was becoming flimsy like dust, the face of a phantom appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of the masters of the demon realm, who had felt his subordinate die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the master of a hundred thousand phan… you again?\" the appeared demon said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not forgotten Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who commands a hundred thousand phantoms originally had an excellent memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We meet again,\" Enkrid also replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master of a hundred thousand phantoms, just as before, also sensed the presence of the witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same as when his other subordinate had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That subordinate had been Count Molsen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that time too, he had faced such a moment and had tried to cast a curse, but had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because of you, two of my limbs have been cut off. Stop it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a situation where a curse would not work anyway, the master of a hundred thousand phantoms made a surprisingly realistic request or suggestion and disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he had left one more word just before he disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should just join my side. I'll treat you well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An voice spat out from between the dust as he was burned by the sunlight and crumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not echo, and it was a light sound, as if greeting an acquaintance whose eyes he had met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the surprisingly realistic conversation, even Rem shut his mouth with a hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon was gone, and the fight was over.\u003C\u002Fp>",2739,"2026-05-30T08:28:35.159Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","cdfa80af2c51752a44940b50e37a92bedf048f7e3f1ab320f123b9dcb199c9fd","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-848","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-846",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]