[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-471":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},963892,1263,"Chapter 471 - It’s All Rem’s Fault","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-471",471,"\u003Cp>Chapter 471 - It's All Rem's Fault\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing that caught his eye was a group of three girls and one boy playing with a rope braided from tree bark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girls were enjoying themselves, while the boy seemed to delight in playing the troublemaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually tripped one of the girls' feet and dashed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the girls' eyes flared with anger, her tone sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked genuinely upset, a face not unlike Ayul's when she swung her axe at Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy, sensing danger, scrambled away quickly, darting between the large tents with nimble steps that spoke of a childhood spent running wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thin frame only made him appear faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not even a bellopter would bite that little pest,\" one of the girls holding the rope muttered venomously, her dark brown eyes flashing with irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the adults, who often had painted symbols on their faces, the children's skin was clear and smooth, unmarked by such decorations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her naturally tanned complexion seemed to glow in the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, their playtime had been disrupted, and her frustration made it seem she wouldn't let this slide easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid, it was obvious the boy just wanted to join in the fun in his mischievous way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kids that age often sought attention through harmless pranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of four men working on leather nearby chuckled at the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he keeps it up, he'll end up with a broken bone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Better to stand your ground and take the beating, kid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Running will only make it worse if they catch you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their tone was teasing, but their laughter carried a somber undertone that Enkrid couldn't ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy, peeking out from between two large tents, shouted back with a cheeky grin, \"I just won't get caught!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adults laughed again, shaking their heads at the boy's defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can't run away forever,\" they warned, though the boy paid no attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, guttural sound broke the air—a familiar growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had sensed the beast's approach long before it arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hyah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child rode up on a young bellopter, its soft, unripe scales glinting under the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small creature's low stature made its rider and Enkrid's eyes meet at the same level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't block the path of a hero!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the child declared boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stepped aside without protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive ox lumbered past, dragging a cart laden with goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child gently patted the bellopter's neck to steer it out of the ox's way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though enormous and capable of crushing a human with a single charge, the ox seemed docile, its placid eyes shining gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man guiding the ox paused briefly to let the child pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene around Enkrid unfolded with a lively rhythm: women carrying baskets of herbs strapped to their backs, men drying grasses, an old man scraping a long pole with a work knife, and a one-armed man meticulously stitching leather with his foot holding it in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's charming,\" Enkrid remarked as he surveyed the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though there was an underlying grimness, the place felt alive and full of warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you it's a good place,\" Rem replied beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had said so before—a place that wasn't prosperous but peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid, it indeed appeared that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a pastoral scene, simple and brimming with homely charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bleating of sheep and the lowing of oxen filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few short-legged, sturdy horses were visible, bred more for hauling loads than speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bellopters rested in one of the open spaces, their short front legs folded as they dunked their heads into feed buckets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their vertical slit-pupiled eyes glanced curiously at Enkrid, and one of them emitted a raspy growl as its scales rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being cold-blooded creatures, they couldn't survive in colder climates, which was why they were unique to this warm, western region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat trickled down Enkrid's back under the sweltering heat, though the occasional breeze offered a welcome reprieve in the shade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the bustling crowd, not everyone wore a cheerful expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A one-armed man wiped his sweat with a grin, but a gray-haired woman walking ahead of him carried a severe, somber demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her short hair and gray eyes bore an uncanny resemblance to Rem's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a basket of herbs in hand, she marched ahead, her focus fixed on some distant point, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move,\" she said quietly to a group of children blocking her path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without sparing them a glance, she continued, her expression as if lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her, the children hesitated for a moment before resuming their game, laughing and leaping over the long rope they held, following some unspoken rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their joy and concentration were infectious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tents stretched out in every direction, with empty spaces here and there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people seemed uniformly shaped by hard labor and limited sustenance, their lean frames emphasizing their wiry muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were signs of scarcity everywhere—patched tents, worn tools, and anxious faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, most of the people seemed content, finding their own happiness amidst the struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Strange, isn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem broke the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid remained thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories of Oara surfaced unbidden—her dream of a city where children could play and laugh freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place was just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lacked wealth, but the people found satisfaction in what they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he understood why Rem had described the place as \"boring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're enjoying life as it is,\" Enkrid thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people seemed content with the present, embracing a life of stability rather than ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one paid much attention to the travelers standing in the open clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few passing glances were all they received.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of children, however, watched Lagarne with wide-eyed fascination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A frog!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A frog-woman!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clearly their first time seeing a Frog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Frogs didn't think of themselves as frogs and were unlikely to take offense at such remarks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as their purpose wasn't interfered with, or someone didn't mention hearts, Frogs were generally peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole settlement had a distinct atmosphere—a life of acceptance rather than striving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't unpleasant to Enkrid, even though Rem had warned him it might feel stifling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Enkrid, respect for another's way of life was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life was like that—similar yet different, different yet similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who's here now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some passersby called out, recognizing Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that Rem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The real Rem, not an impostor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wasn't Rem supposed to be dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn't Ayul say he is dead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or did you say you will kill him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last words spoken were particularly striking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, who had gray eyes much lighter than Rem's, looked up as Ayul nodded in response to those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will kill him soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words sounded so sincere that they sent a chill down one's spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you talking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem asked, and for the first time, Ayul smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile, with just one corner of her mouth lifted, was not only unsettling but felt ominously foreboding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It triggered everyone's survival instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's all Rem's fault.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luagarne remarked, her sharpness showing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she always been this quick-witted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rem, apologize.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, too, joined in promptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed clear that Ayul, the woman in question, held significant influence here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like they might leave without even getting a piece of meat, and if told to leave, they would have to obey without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed no one would listen to Rem's opinion in this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do you think you know?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, still dumbfounded, turned to his group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't understand, but it was still his fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unquestionably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid expressed his will through his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've got some backbone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayul showed a slight hint of affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the poor first impression Rem had left, things had improved a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By siding with Ayul, Rem muttered, \"Fighting for your life will be pointless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the moment the atmosphere lightened, Enkrid spoke to Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go apologize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bow your head once every three steps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just shut up and wait?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said with clear frustration, and Enkrid wisely held his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need to check on the chieftain, so stay here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem took a breath and said with a much lighter expression than when facing Ayul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting the chieftain seemed like no big deal to him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughts of heading west resurfaced—he had only worried about facing his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied, and Juol stepped forward, indicating a spot to rest—a secluded tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the western culture of sitting on broad cloths instead of chairs, a large cloth had been spread out inside the tent as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can rest here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juol's words were met with a nod from Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thick, cotton-filled ground was quite soft, and Enkrid set his heavy backpack down to relieve his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bag, filled with a thick cloak, wooden dishes, and various other things, had been heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that it was off, his shoulders felt lighter, and he had the sudden urge to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought of many things while coming here, and now he felt as if something tangible could be grasped by facing a giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stood and grabbed his sword, he stepped outside the tent, and Dunbakel asked from behind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just stretching.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Later, ask what this smell is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of herb is burning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's annoying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a comment from a beastkin, who had a keen sense of smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded but responded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't you worry about the smell coming from you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I kind of like it when I smell it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid almost moved his hand involuntarily but restrained himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right hand lifted slightly, but it was his left hand that touched the gladius at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he paused, using his self-control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His willpower shone through, and he almost acted like Rem, but it wasn't entirely his fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel's provocations often made people lose all rational thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made him angrier was that she hadn't meant to provoke him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If hitting her would make her listen, she'd have listened already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luargarne said, showing some insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never been intimidated by Rem's violence, so in some ways, Dunbakel could be considered the most stubborn of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After responding, Luagarne followed him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in front of the tent, Enkrid swung his sword to clear his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, swipe, whoosh, swipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slow swing followed by a fast one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeating the motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had watched enough of the surroundings, and with the large tent blocking the view, there was nothing more to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the gazes that had been quietly observing them earlier disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apart from the children, everyone had looked at them once, but it didn't seem like they were particularly interested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid kept swinging his sword, focusing inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reflected on what he had learned from Oara earlier and revisited his accumulated experiences from fighting giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After enough real combat, your balance will inevitably start to skew, and your stance can break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why you shouldn't slack off on training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was advice he had heard from a mercenary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recognized it as something most of his instructors would agree with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's a given.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proper training will come out subconsciously.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luagarne nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same had been said by Ragna, Rem, Jaxen, and Audin, though their interpretations were slightly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had mocked the concept of training, suggesting that even if he didn't perform well, he should swing a sword a few times, which was more of an insult to the word \"training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen had criticized others, claiming that training in the mind made it easy to reproduce in the body, calling everyone else foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem simply believed in swinging the sword however he could, which made Enkrid acutely aware of the difference in talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin had emphasized training, particularly his isolation technique, which required daily practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his immense talent, he never skipped training the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Enkrid thought back on it, a wave of nausea nearly rose—he remembered the brutal three-times-a-day training routine Audin had put him through early on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wasn't that the Three Times Method?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, when he had trained three times a day, it felt like his body was falling apart, and moving a finger was almost impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if anyone asked if he blamed Audin for it, Enkrid would shake his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of those painful days that he now had the strength to swing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you come with Rem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice broke his concentration, and Enkrid returned to the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't like he had sunk deep into his focus, but training often made him lose track of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the approach of someone and, without hostility or intent, simply let it happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes shifted forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged woman stood before him, holding a long stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a drag from it and exhaled smoke—a cigarette, with a sharp, spicy scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who's burning something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel, from inside the tent, stuck her head out and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn't answer immediately but instead looked behind the woman at the two westerners standing behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had similar brown hair and looked like twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You wanted to spar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem sent me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the smoke passed in front of his face, the strong, bitter scent lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But within it, there was a subtle sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the scent was real or not, it seemed to linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two must be skilled—he could tell at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you really sure you want to spar?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged woman asked, and Enkrid simply nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a question that didn't need an 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