[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-446":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},963983,1263,"Chapter 446 - Millio’s Dream","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-446",446,"\u003Cp>Chapter 446 - Millio's Dream\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is swordsmanship?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the sparring session, Oara posed the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were standing in a courtyard that hardly deserved to be called a training ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knelt on one knee, clutching his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had dodged a vertical slash and the subsequent thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were techniques he had seen many times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his Sense of Evasion, avoiding them wasn't too difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He evaded the swordplay, but Oara immediately closed the gap and struck his abdomen with her palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact pierced through his guts and seemed to blast out his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a relief he hadn't coughed up blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although her attack was imbued with Will, the movement itself was remarkably simple—nothing more, nothing less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What must you do to subdue your opponent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think about it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saluting her with military courtesy, he watched as Oara smiled brightly and departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words echoed in his mind, but they didn't resonate deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara returned the following day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't tell me you didn't understand what I said?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange, your body should have responded by now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight with chestnut-colored hair tilted her head in puzzlement, then continued as if dismissing the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't you think you know too much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any vessel overflows when filled to the brim, and the excess is wasted—undrinkable, even.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that a problem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Swing only as much as needed, when needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's all there is to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keep that in mind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While her words didn't strike Enkrid with the force of sudden enlightenment, he understood her point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too much knowledge is a hindrance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara reiterated her advice another time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Technically, you have more than enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Discard what you don't need.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was firm, and Enkrid contemplated her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might be exactly what he needed to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, something held him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't sure—it was just a feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While brooding over this, his gaze fell on Rem, who was meticulously sharpening his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shrrk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the whetstone against the blade rang clear, a pristine note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beads of sweat dotted Rem's forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His focus was absolute, a rare sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He appeared far more dedicated than when teasing Ragna or harassing the soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shrrk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound had been a constant in recent days, echoing in Enkrid's ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can't you see I'm busy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even looking up, Rem responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stood where his shadow cast over Rem's head, blocking the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I greedy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shrrk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem pressed the whetstone against the blade and repeated the motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that even a question?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was nonchalant, as if the answer was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid, it sounded less like a response and more like a suggestion to drop the matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting beside him, Enkrid unsheathed Aker, Ember, and Gladius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began oiling the blades with flaxseed oil, polishing them until they gleamed in the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Dunbakel exhaled through her nose, engrossed in her muscle training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luagarne swung her loop sword and whip, honing her senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She claimed to be preparing to demonstrate a Frogs' fighting style—a prospect that intrigued him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cleaned his swords and counted his Whistle Daggers—three remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sharpened them, inspected his throwing axes and round shield, and checked for any damage caused by the humid air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he spent his spare time practicing his swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, he joined the team in exterminating the remaining colony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last threats were ghouls, a rare sight outside the demon borderlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These ghouls spat bodily fluids that no one wanted to get hit by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their saliva corroded metal and emitted smoke upon contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luagarne handled them effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From three steps away, she wrapped her whip around their necks and snapped them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Frogs were indeed a combat race, and Luagarne proved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With this, the colony's done,\" said Dunbakel, clearly eager to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignored her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to camp, they enjoyed a quiet evening in the life of Thousand Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, Oara left the city only once, returning covered in black blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spiders were gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dealt with them,\" she said casually, as though it were a light warm-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks to you, my handsome little genius, I didn't need to worry about the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You've made preemptive action possible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight capable of slaying a thousand on her own, she had gone out alone and slaughtered dozens of monsters as though on a stroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanying her were two familiar figures: a large man and a petite woman, both semi knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not as handsome as me, but your skills are commendable,\" said the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can ignore whatever he says,\" added the woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid observed the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were far from ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with Oliver of the Order, they were among the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, Oliver gave him a knowing nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought of them as honest, straightforward people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None hesitated to express their thoughts or jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If Shinar had been here, it might've been fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, too, enjoyed a good joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, Eisia had been overseeing city security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no threats, there wasn't much to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After her trip, Oara spent two days inside her home, for reasons unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Enkrid sparred with some soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few uneventful days passed, until one evening when the sun dipped and the horizon blushed with twilight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the hour when shapes blurred, and it was hard to distinguish a dog from a wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of insects buzzed faintly, as meat skewers sizzled over Dunbakel's campfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem sprinkled salt and spices over the meat, while Lua-Garne happily chewed on bugs, puffing her cheeks in delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara appeared again, sparring with Enkrid once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end, she remarked, \"This is refreshing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're stubborn, aren't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'd call it resolute.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stubborn,\" she concluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem burst into laughter, interjecting, \"She reads people well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I agree,\" said Luagarne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel opened her mouth to speak but, catching Enkrid's gaze, opted instead to chew her food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ate with remarkable gusto.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn't bother defending himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't stubborn; he was steadfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for external validation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your eyes give you away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You're a maniac,\" said Oara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she hadn't been a knight, her words might have earned her a beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem laughed even harder, his voice booming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's true.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid made a mental note to ask what had amused him so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Oara walked away, taking a skewer of meat with her, she gave him a thumbs-up for the excellent roasting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire conversation had taken place after their sparring session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of it, Enkrid was lying flat on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn't been bad at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad,\" said Luagarne, puffing her cheeks lightly—a gesture he assumed expressed her joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To be honest, I was surprised,\" she added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that surprises you, you'll be surprised twelve times a day teaching rookies,\" quipped Rem, now calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words seemed to hold more meaning, prompting Luagarne to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's so surprising?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question was asked with genuine curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because a madman always chooses to do mad things,\" Rem replied, gazing at the stars as if he were a sage imparting wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he seemed like someone who had reached profound enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid still wasn't entirely on board with Oara's advice to discard complexity and chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Must one abandon the very things that safeguarded their life in order to progress?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He questioned himself and then answered himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he didn't want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead of discarding, he embraced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, he integrated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done it once before and had naturally used the technique several times since, so it wasn't particularly difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The starting point was what he had learned from Jaxen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The sense of evasion, the realm of intuition, the sense of attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it focused on honing perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen referred to it as sensory skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Jaxen separated these techniques when he used them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he hadn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were seamless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why couldn't Enkrid achieve the same?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply shifted his perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he realized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had dismissed Enkrid as someone with mediocre talent, and even he hadn't repeated the day's success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had achieved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid took pride in that accomplishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unfortunate that it didn't work perfectly against Oara just yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's still unrefined,\" Rem advised, pulling out his axe and whetstone after finishing his meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll wear that axe blade down at this rate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'm keeping an eye on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What, do you take me for a fool who gets lost easily?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, the person Rem harbored the most animosity toward was Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teasing over Ragna's promotion to knight was the biggest reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, for his part, teased Rem incessantly, as if to show that Rem had been under him for a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savage, that's not how you eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proper dining manners will improve your skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hold the fork properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during meals, it was like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Attack like a storm, defend like an unyielding mountain,\" Oara had imparted during one of her lessons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one afternoon, she asked him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You intend to become a knight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Enkrid replied, lowering his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strength had yet to return to his left arm, numb from an attack imbued with Will that Oara called a \"grip.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Mercenary King's bull attacks added weight to his strikes, Oara's sword made his arm muscles tingle with just a brush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the sensation soon subsided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Unyielding Will began to push out the Will Oara had imbued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Oara looked slightly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You're doing something curious, aren't you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the look in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she asked the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want to be a knight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not a shadow of doubt,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You have a fine face and a commendable resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let me offer you some advice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll gladly accept it,\" he said with a steady tone, though his eyes gleamed with eagerness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara liked those blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wouldn't have spent time sparring with him otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because she liked him as a man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While his looks were appealing, it was more about the fire in his actions, the way he stirred the hearts of those around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want to be a knight, first define the scope of what you'll protect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke with the sun at her back, shadows casting over her face, but her smile was still vividly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she beautiful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did she have striking features, a graceful jawline?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was purely about looks, Shinar, with her inhuman beauty, outshone her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, with her mysterious aura, was superior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For human beauty, the lady from the Marquisate of Baisar was remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kin, was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would likely explode in anger if she knew Enkrid had forgotten her name again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She radiated vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of vitality, Dunbakel, too, was lively—though her unwashed odor was another story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa had a dependable, calming presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Oara stood apart from them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The allure she exuded wasn't one of mere femininity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wish to be arrogant, but I'm bound here—to this city, to those behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's my scope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight's conviction is forged by their Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That conviction becomes both their restraint and their oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as I stand, this city will not fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won't allow the Demon Realm to approach.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara smiled—a smile that earned her nickname as a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her epithet was peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aishia had explained to Enkrid why Oara was called that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she never lost her smile, no matter the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it wasn't a question, Enkrid already had his answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The scope of what I protect is everything I see and everything I feel I must.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara blinked, caught in the light drizzle that began to fall as she stood with her back to the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile faded slightly before broadening again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're utterly insane, aren't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's far too arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, well, do as you please.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was already his plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now that the job's done, you're free to leave, Enkrid of Border Guard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This place weighs on me, so I'll stay longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's not something I can stop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara vanished in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, watching the rain cool the earth, packed up his gear and returned indoors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, still sharpening his axe, came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, a familiar soldier approached Enkrid amidst a group of troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Milio, sir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In case you've forgotten,\" the soldier introduced himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a solid, grounded demeanor rather than a sharp one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had guided Enkrid around the city after Aishia and expressed a desire to learn from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've been busy with no days off, but I'm here now to ask for your guidance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Enkrid obliged by beating him senseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Milio returned the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the day after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain continued for two days, and Milio tirelessly rolled in the mud, his face covered in dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the rain stopped, the air around them felt heavier, as if something unseen loomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn, when the rain ceased, Milio visited early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have duty during the day, so I came now,\" he explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Milio wasn't the only one seeking Enkrid out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other soldiers, many of them skilled, also came to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Observing this, Enkrid realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overstaffed troops?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place housed a knight, two junior knights, and four squires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even excluding Aishia and his companions, this was a formidable gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them were as skilled as junior knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers, hardened by relentless battles, were no less capable than Border Guard troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the Border Guard primarily fought Aspen, these forces defended against incursions from the Demon Realm, shaping them into elite fighters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their numbers were modest but sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't an overconcentration of troops—it was evidence of the danger this place faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why he didn't want to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, each soldier bore a sense of purpose—duty, responsibility, and mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Milio, however, stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's your goal?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Milio blushed slightly, scratching his cheek before answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To marry Dame Oara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had an audacious dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At twenty-five—though he looked thirty-five—he aspired to wed a knight at least a decade his senior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid supported him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own dreams were absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not cheer for someone else's impossible goal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good luck.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll do my best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days later, something else unfolded.\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 work ;)\u003C\u002Fp>",2444,"2026-06-03T07:42:55.458Z","2026-06-03T07:42:59.782Z",1,"novelbin.me","02b8a5dcf25588426a22f52ac4eabf86b68c8032a5963d91141dae6bb12c52b6","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-67","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-66",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]