[{"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-850":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},428607,689,"Chapter 846","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-850",850,"\u003Cp>A Knight Who Eternally Regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsmanship the Ferryman had previously shown, the one for killing giants, looked different on the surface, but its core was the same as the Vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'To gather all of one's strength and Will and load it into a single strike.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, there were differences upon closer inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Vortex was about rotation, what the Ferryman had shown was about thefall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Using the elasticity and weight of the entire body.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the person who had mainly used this swordsmanship had worn a full suit of armor forged from dark steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, they must have used some other method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A technique that is only meaningful if you increase your body weight.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image of him jumping high and plunging down was vivid in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had cut off the giant's neck with that single blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Can I increase my body's weight by using Will?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, if he gathered his Will at the moment of impact and struck, it would be a very heavy blow, as if his weight had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several thoughts intersected, searching for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, as if it were natural, worked his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Themares's eyes, Enkrid's talent for using his body was strangely dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he had reached the level of a knight, it was natural for him to be beyond the pale of an ordinary person, but no further specialness was visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Enkrid contemplated, deliberated, and explored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a disposition he had originally possessed, and it was also something that had become more skilled as he repeated 'today.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He naturally repeated his thoughts, digging into, dissecting, and examining everything he had seen, felt, and experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Sword of the Fall.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement would have to be large.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inevitably, an opening in his stance would be created.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assuming he were to use the Sword of the Fall himself, would the ferryman, the master of the swordsmanship, leave such an obvious weakness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No way.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a swordsmanship created by a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then how?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had had enough time to deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To create a new sword style, an expansion of concept and vision is essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid opened his eyes wide—not in a physical sense, but in a mental one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not forget to learn, did not forget to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took everything he had mastered, experienced, learned, and realized, and brought it to a conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Apply pressure with Will.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basis of the Sword of the Fall was to use an intimidation that ensnares the opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, it would be similar to Aishia's swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ensnares her opponent with intimidation, restricts their movement, and then cuts and stabs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A technique called the Sword of Detention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aishia did not use a heavy sword, but the form of her swordsmanship was similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It would be helpful to tell Aishia to train with a heavy sword later.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a point he had suddenly realized in the process of contemplation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is no perfect person in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, the me of today is different from the me of tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One who advances day by day is bound to always change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had known this then, he would have told Aishia much more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let go of the thought about Aishia that had intervened and immersed himself in swordsmanship again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The principle of the killing strike is different.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But is the foundation also different?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid mixed the killing strike, the fall, that the Ferryman had taught him into the Vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it was established in his head, it was time to execute it with his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he was swinging his hand blade as a sword, without a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing?\" the Ferryman asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the moment he came to the dream or the world of imagery, it was training without a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boat creaked and rocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid paid it no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had asked what he was doing, but a question came back in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light from the lamp in the Ferryman's hand dimmed and brightened repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he were blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad,\" the Ferryman played along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded his head, not at all awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then what about this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then showed a few sword techniques derived from the Dragonkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foundation was the five sword styles: Breaking Wave and Orthodox Swordsmanship, Flash and Coincidence, and on top of that, the Vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this, he mixed in what he had learned and mastered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid found this process supremely enjoyable and fun, to the point where he couldn't stop even after facing the Ferryman who had come out of his dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Behold,\" the Ferryman said and gestured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through that gesture, Enkrid drew a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword that had appeared in his hand at some point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the detention tightens,\" he continued to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid naturally demonstrated the Sword of Detention, following the Ferryman's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, it was the beginning of the heavy sword style called the Vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the process of gathering strength, he revealed intimidation and suppressed his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman raised the corners of his lips from within his robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few pieces of gray, dead skin fell from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the Ferryman extended the skewer-like sword in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thrust he extended poked a hole in the detention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'And the flowing sword at the same time.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman did not stop at the thrust; he twisted his wrist and changed the angle of the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum of the Will that had been emitted for the detention flowed along the twisted blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was similar to the flowing sword that the Dragonkin had shown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It went beyond simply deflecting a physical attack; it even deflected the Will contained within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A sharp needle pierces even thick leather.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman's words sent a shock through his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid mulled over his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A needle and leather.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to prevent a needle from piercing leather?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just has to be thicker than the needle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, how to pierce any leather?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle must be long and hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is a person who uses the swordsmanship, you know this, right?\" was the next thing the Ferryman said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master of the boat on the black river had pointed out a few key points of swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the teaching, the Ferryman brought out his purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is mercy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is pity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is compassion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman's voices mixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each and every one of the overlapping voices was a different personality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will soon regret not being trapped in today,\" the Ferryman said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was saying that he was discussing swordsmanship now because he felt sorry for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid grasped the gist of his words and thought for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Will he teach me more if I act pitiful?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought that only a madman could have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman, in turn, read Enkrid's inner thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't because he had a talent for reading minds like a Dragonkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because Enkrid made an expression that clearly revealed his inner thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, Enkrid had never once acted pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the process of deliberation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be brutally honest, Enkrid didn't even know why the ferryman thought he looked pitiful in his current state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six demons of the demon realm were after him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what he wanted anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was also after them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tit for tat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else was there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he was thinking, the Ferryman spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must feel the signs of war, no? Will you be able to protect everything you wish to protect? Will that loss leave you as the you of now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman felt a sudden urge to pull out a part of himself and show him a memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to teach him the pain of loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After losing everything and being left alone, what meaning would that 'today' have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid vaguely saw a vision of a woman with braided hair and a spear behind the Ferryman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whether he saw it or not, he crossed his arms, hugged his thick forearms, and asked, \"Do I look pitiful?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever the Ferryman said, he had just been agonizing over how to look pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Are you insane, you bastard,\" the Ferryman couldn't hold back and spat out a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recalled his meeting with the Ferryman last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been kicked out just like that, but what he had been taught up to that point was useful enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An inscribed weapon receives its master's Will. So the blade is not easily damaged, but it would be better if you took good care of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang, tang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, Aetri's apprentice hammered away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aetri, whom he had seen for the first time in a while, had cheeks that were even more hollow than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face looked more worn out than when he had been forging Dawnforged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is everything alright?\" Enkrid asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His complexion suggested something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everything is fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stared intently into Aetri's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are these the eyes of a person who is fine?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Recently, a few people, including Sir Jaxen, have come by and ordered a few weapons. Sir Krais also gave me enough krona to live on for the rest of my life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Aetri had wanted to live with a pile of gold, he would not be living like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a wish, and he had achieved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was there an emptiness in his eyes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his strength drained away, as is common for those who have achieved their goal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes still shone brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the sound of his apprentice's hammer, which spread like background music, Aetri's eyes reflected the flames of the forge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The craftsman, who had lived with the flames as his companion for a long time, stroked the blade of Dawnforged with his blunt fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a fine sword, isn't it?\" he asks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Needless to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aetri bowed his head, oiled the blade with a touch full of care, then checked each of the joints of Dawnforged and returned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sweltering heat from the forge pushed back the cool wind that insisted autumn had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside here, it was still as hot as the season of the Salamander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aetri's heart was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If there's anything you want, just say the word,\" Enkrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the man who had given him an inscribed weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was more than willing to grant him anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aetri replied impassively, without a smile, just as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This blacksmith was not a man who showed his emotions well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragonkin watched the man who had forged Dawnforged intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragonkin, Themares, knows that it is not common for things to draw his interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The experience of his past years proved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'There's another one.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here he sees another such human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who has poured his life into his field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair had begun to turn white, and there were signs of abnormality in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whites were cloudy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A detriment from living in front of a fire for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the purity of the will contained in his eyes was high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragonkin read a part of the man's inner thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man does not know what he desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is just full of a boiling passion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What will happen when that passion finds a direction?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A high-purity will and passion become an object of interest for a Dragonkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it has to be on a truly rare level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Everything has originated from this man.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, the Dragonkin knows that all of this is not just a coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had started with the man named Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid turned to leave, Aetri asked, \"Dawnforged, Dawnforged, there must be a reason you named it so, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword shining as if forged from the light of dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why, you don't like it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. It is still a good name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought Aetri seemed to be hiding something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eye for detail was beyond ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, after becoming a knight, his five senses had become sharper, and his sixth sense had also developed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't ask anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would speak when it was time to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather, the apprentice who had been hammering stopped his hand and glanced over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Frog who was fiddling with an accessory next to him did too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm, what is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of that, a dwarf entered the smithy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid searched his memory and said, \"Rotten Eye.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was hazy on other things, but he remembered the key point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My name is Argan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dwarves are said to be stubborn and fierce, but that too differs by individual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dwarf Argan, who had long since been colored by the human world, possessed an adaptability roughly similar to a human's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not carelessly provoke his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the man before him now, there was nothing to be gained from provoking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was their first meeting like?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had not been pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you paid off your debt to Martai?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked, recalling one more thing about the dwarf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais was a man who never forgot anything related to krona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had worked the dwarf named Argan very hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basis of it had been the debt this dwarf owed to Martai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many times had Krais mentioned this story?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over ten times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I paid it all off a long time ago. What are you talking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dwarf looked over Enkrid and his party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Frog, an elf, a Dragonkin were together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen had already left for his own business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you off to catch the demon king or something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of it was a joke, but half was sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon king was a joke, but seeing the gathered faces, the words just came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, a picnic,\" Enkrid said unconcernedly and took a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are things as important as training: broadening one's horizons and seeing the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could Enkrid not know what Esther had also realized?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It would be a date if these two weren't here,\" Shinar, who had been quietly watching until now, added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can think of me as not being here. I will just watch,\" the Dragonkin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you going to watch? That's a misleading statement, Themares.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Frog was, on the side, helping Themares adapt to this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dwarf Argan had gained an intuition as good as a human's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grasped the situation by looking at Aetri's face and Enkrid's reaction, and then shut his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, Enkrid and his party left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn't give it to him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Argan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a dwarf who had now steeled his heart and was living, exchanging both skills and heart with Aetri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the sword that Eitri had recently forged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did not,\" Eitri replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past few months, he had been forging a sword that could rival Enkrid's Dawnforged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The sword's name is Twilight.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than a month after forging Enkrid's inscribed weapon, Aetri had felt a great regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Today's me is better than yesterday's me.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he had begun to forge the second sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid used two swords, so he thought this would also suit him well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't have the scent of the night sky that the witch had put in, nor had the elf personally let her vigor seep into it, but he had forged a similar sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name was Twilight, to be a pair with Dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was not satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword he had made now was the result of a compromise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword as outstanding as Dawnforged?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It only looked that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Melt it down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aetri gave up on the sword he had been forging with his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His apprentice was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Argan was also on the verge of being surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Frog, who was in a corner of the smithy, tried to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an item that the craftsman had forged as if carving his soul into it, not just putting in effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All who had watched knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is not enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aetri had never wanted a Twilight that just matched Dawnforged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is why he broke the sword he had been forging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A message from His Majesty the King.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Enkrid was away, Krais greeted a messenger sent by Krang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The south has moved its troops,\" the messenger said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais heard the words with an impassive expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no longer the person who had outwardly shown his anxiety as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais, too, was different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Deployment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais replied to the messenger.\u003C\u002Fp>",2812,"2026-05-30T08:28:35.159Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","5f6f2898bd0f5a58bb8d42a6d1b0442f650222f97202b99bed06b4b080379aba",null,"a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-849",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]