[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-433":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Eternally Regressing Knight",{"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},963959,1263,"Chapter 433 - There Was Never a Need for Permission","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-433",433,"\u003Cp>Chapter 433 - There Was Never a Need for Permission\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mad wanderer, seeker of dreams and lunacy, encountered three knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was a knight of Aspen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His every skill was swift and powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing his strikes, there was no way to block them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps now, Enkrid might deflect a casual blow without much effort, but back then, it felt impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This knight's physical abilities were leagues apart from ordinary men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swordsmanship reflected that difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next was the might of the mercenary king, Anu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not revealed everything he was capable of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he displayed was merely a fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Anu was a beastkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't even transformed, yet his demonstrated techniques were formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, there was much to observe, feel, and learn, for the mercenary king fought as though teaching, unveiling his art bit by bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He displayed mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From incomprehensible movements came spear strikes at unimaginable angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last encounter stood right before him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strike so devastating it forced the opponent's blade backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna's swordsmanship was a one-hit, one-kill style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade was designed to deliver certain death, embodying the essence of heavy swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all knights are the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did the mercenary king mean by \"experience\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where did this difference originate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From honing what one possesses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To believe the path you walk is the right one and to take one more step forward rather than looking back and hesitating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The king's words lingered vividly in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teaching was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Enkrid realized something with certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven, talent—none of it guaranteed him what he sought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A genius among geniuses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One in ten thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From those gathered, another rare one would be chosen—a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would anything change because of that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life was the same as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never needed permission, not from the heavens, not from talent, nor from anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what if there was a way despite that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clue was in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That brought a smile to his face, and words escaped his lips before his brain could catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn't brace his core, he felt he'd be pushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like standing against a storm, without even a cane for support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or like scaling the icy peaks of a glacial mountain with nothing but rags for clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, not quite.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a cane, and though meager, he had garments covering his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid steadied his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had built up until now was his cane and his clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is no tomorrow for someone who denies what they have built and doubts themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, believing in himself was the first step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenary king's words carried that meaning too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To walk the path one believes to be right and to not turn away from what one has built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid laughed and looked at Ragna, asking with his eyes, \"Are you really going to end this with just one swing of your sword?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna assumed his stance as if the answer was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black blade pointed skyward, splitting the sunlight and standing perpendicular to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to repeat the same motion over and over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An attack that couldn't be stopped, even if known—the very impression Enkrid had when he first faced the knight of Aspen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna's strike, even with restraint, was devastating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black lightning struck three times, and each time, Enkrid managed to block it—or more accurately, endure it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right arm nearly tore, and his left was on the verge of breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That brute.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, who had been observing, almost voiced his thoughts but stopped himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat itched, and scratching it, he muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can't blame him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood that it was hard to go easy on someone like Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with trembling arms and a swaying body that looked ready to collapse, Enkrid gripped his sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were unyielding, burning with a spirit that refused to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could anyone face such a person lightly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ragna had exerted even a bit more strength, Enkrid's arms would have been shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was hard to fault Ragna's restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, the lazy brother seems to have grasped something profound,\" Audin remarked with genuine admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witnessing knightly swordsmanship was a rare occasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Audin couldn't replicate such feats immediately, even if he lifted restrictions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time and harsh training were required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn't mean the heights were unattainable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem and Audin remained composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But others were not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was surrounded by talented individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, Jaxen, and Audin stood out, but the rest were no less formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theresa, half-giant, pondered deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She replayed what she had just witnessed in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a bolt of black lightning—a calamity in the form of metal, impossible to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could a shield stop that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the shield were indestructible, could the arm holding it withstand the impact?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theresa clenched her teeth, a line forming across her jaw as she strained her masticatory muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as despair crept in, she saw Enkrid collapse, unconscious but unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him replaced her despair with something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can do it too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a refusal to lose and a determination not to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel and Ropord felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their thoughts churned with determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagarne's eyes sparkled with emotion, brimming with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is that Frog crying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She seems overwhelmed,\" Audin replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagarne felt something swelling in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unshakable inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could someone do that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had witnessed Enkrid's growth and was aware of his lack of talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Frog's abilities, coupled with Lagarne's experiences, made her acutely aware of his limitations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he kept moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw something far greater than the absence of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without the heavens' permission, even without talent, he advanced with sheer will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shone brighter than a falling star and burned hotter than a raging fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pure determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There was never a need for permission.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had conveyed that truth with his entire being and proved himself through his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagarne spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He'll become a knight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden declaration was met with no objections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenary king hadn't entrusted Enkrid with something out of certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more of a gift, offered to someone who dared to dream through his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, the Frog, who sought the unknown while remaining grounded in reality, felt a certainty that required no explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man would become a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Lagarne was moved and the others lost in thought, it was Fel who was most shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What was that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never before had Fel considered the possibility of being surpassed in talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, for the first time, that confidence wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His confidence diminished as he witnessed what unfolded before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he thought was a solid mountain seemed to scatter like a light pile of dirt blown by the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is my talent truly insignificant?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fel was paralyzed, unable to move, overwhelmed by shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his arms were ruined, then training his lower body was the solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's no such thing as rest for you, is there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's a good mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faster blood circulates through the body, the quicker it heals.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a properly trained physician had heard that, they would've called it madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the body reacts with inflammation, the first step is to rest, not overexert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no such physician here, and Audin wasn't entirely wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's body wasn't weak enough to break down under such conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, combined with his Isolation technique and regenerative instincts, his body had adapted to specialize in recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took seven days for his arms to fully heal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly a week later, Enkrid grasped his sword and called out to Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop slacking off and come out here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, I'm going to fix all of your bad habits.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the training grounds, Ragna, who was more diligently swinging his sword than ever before, turned his head and calmly replied,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You could've just asked for a normal sparring session.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling slightly awkward, Enkrid scratched his cheek and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a habit of mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a habit he had developed from calling out Rem and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Habits like that don't disappear overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, yelling \"You mad savage, come out here so I can break your nose!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at Rem was essentially a request for sparring rather than an actual provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This time, I'll try this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, holding his sword parallel to the ground, announced his intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, he had brought his sword down vertically; this time, he intended to swing horizontally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the previous attack felt like lightning striking, this one carried the impression of a collapsing wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it wasn't faster than before, there was no escape from its reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like watching a massive boulder rolling toward you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed to declare, This is what it means to strike as a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, two of Enkrid's ribs cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he didn't die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days later, when the pain in his side subsided and he was back in one piece, Shinar returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Enkrid sweating in the training grounds and, for once, showed some emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was subtle—a slight lift of her left eyebrow—but Enkrid knew it was a sign of surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you go far?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Missed me, did you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My battered fiancé.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that phrasing something you picked up from Audin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not exactly at an age to be learning from others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded and gripped his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't forgotten what Shinar had shown him when he was down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it hadn't been for Ragna, he might have spent his days endlessly wondering when she would return, unable to forget her even in his sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar smiled, a rare expression she reserved only for Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't fall for the enchanting charm of her inhuman beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as her smile faded, she closed the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was thanks to Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar's attack was slower than a black lightning strike and easier to block than Ragna's all-encompassing horizontal slash, which felt like a charging fortress wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her sword moved like a butterfly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when blocked, it would curve and drop from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When that was barely deflected, it would suddenly return and aim for the stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking and dodging were all he could manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he remained vigilant, an invisible blade targeted the back of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She struck downward with her sword while another blade simultaneously appeared from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could a sword come from the front and back at the same time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a technique she had demonstrated before—a secret skill of the fairy clan, harnessing the energy of the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's no escape,\" Shinar declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid laughed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of escaping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he twisted his body to the side, blocking Shinar's blade with the Acer in his right hand while striking down the invisible blade with the Gladius in his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incorporeal blade vanished weakly, though he couldn't entirely block Shinar's main attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few more similar strikes, he accumulated a few scratches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, he lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he narrowly avoided having a hole pierced through his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If she'd aimed slightly higher, you'd have become a whole new species—neither man nor woman,\" Rem quipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I almost made a grave mistake,\" Shinar admitted with a rare hint of remorse after the spar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's fine,\" Enkrid said, brushing it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, an unusual yet ordinary routine continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, he sparred with Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another day, with Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his spare time, he learned various techniques from Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also spent time with Audin or pestered Jaxen, who didn't seem as busy as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Invisible Thrust isn't about making it unguardable; it's about making it undetectable,\" he was told.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it wasn't strictly necessary to learn, knowing diverse techniques was always helpful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he trained in everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairy's blade might have been invisible, but it was caught in the net of his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ultimately, is the goal to strike without being seen or felt?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an insight he gained from intuition before Shinar demonstrated her secret again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such repetition was Enkrid's specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While honing his left-hand writing, he also dodged the daggers Jaxen threw to sharpen his reflexes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a monotonous yet relentless cycle of training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Enkrid, it wasn't difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman appeared in Enkrid's dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had nothing particular to say but seemed to criticize whether such repetitive days were enjoyable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that's all, you might as well settle for a comfortable life,\" the boatman seemed to imply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the boatman could speak further, Enkrid asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When will a new wall come?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those burning eyes, seen countless times, reflected the depths of his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't merely a question—it was desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boatman, who was the source of the ominous feeling, couldn't tell him that the one who cast the curse had already met their end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn't he boldly told Enkrid to be cautious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oblivious, Enkrid asked again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it just around the corner?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a question driven less by hope and more by sheer defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boatman couldn't answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or tomorrow, perhaps?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pressed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boatman silently cursed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mad bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to risk saying something that might diminish his stature, the boatman said nothing more and sealed the world they shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Enkrid woke from his dream after meeting a suddenly silent boatman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In order to get more Chapters in advance head over to my ko-fi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please support my 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