[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-703":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},964788,1263,"Chapter 703 - 702 - Monster and Talent","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-703",703,"\u003Cp>Chapter 702 - Monster and Talent\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, who resembled Odincar, had come here on the orders of his master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His master had told him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go and kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His master was a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obeying a god’s words was only natural for a follower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing a mere girl—was that such a grand task?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set out with a light heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly mattered was what he had to do after all of this was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no different from entering the slums, picking up a child who would otherwise end up as a thief, a beggar, or a street urchin with severed limbs, and leading them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that insignificant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fetching a test subject—he could have ordered one of his subordinates to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer triviality of the task sparked a small ember of discontent within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t he meant for something greater?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why was he doing this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blasphemy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scolded himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a follower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to be faithful to his god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it wasn’t apparent, his master surely had a grand plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what a god was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A god tested faith by taking away wealth, by killing one’s children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A god watched whether faith endured even when boils covered the body, pushing the afflicted to the brink of agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some might call it cruelty, but to him, it was devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coming back to this insignificant task—if a slum girl resisted, nothing would change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pack of monsters, mutated into something special, stood behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wielded poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the girl resisted, he would simply subdue her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight blocked his way, but even that shouldn’t have been a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My poison can’t be countered so easily—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shook his head and was about to speak when his words were cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening explosion tore through the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword cleaved through the air, splitting the sound itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A greatsword had bisected a monster—aScaler, a creature with skin so tough that it rivaled the man himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, the monster had been aiming for the girl’s back, but the wielder of the greatsword had turned effortlessly and swung, cutting it down in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that wielder... had already been poisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is he still fine?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights were monsters—he knew that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he used poison and concoctions that could melt bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of rain roared in, filling the silence left by the sword’s strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm threatened to flood the entire place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water streamed from the rooms into the hallway, soaking the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the inconvenience, Ragna kicked through the water and shifted his footing, brandishing the greatsword in both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Owlbear and anotherScaler, both charging blindly, were effortlessly cleaved apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-scaled Scalor’s dead eyes rolled in its split skull before going still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after being bisected, it twitched from sheer tenacity before finally dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight—a monster himself—held his greatsword with one hand and casually rolled his other shoulder, as if checking for stiffness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of medicine was that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight asked the woman beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s nothing special. It was some crude nerve poison, so I gave you an antidote I made a while ago. Looked like a neurotoxin extracted from snakes. You catch a few venomous ones, inject small doses into goats or camels to build resistance, and then refine that... But would you even understand if I explained?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The target of the mission—the girl—tilted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her red eyes held no pride in her accomplishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke as if it were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nonsense!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The follower shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This poison had undergone countless refinements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could she have an antidote?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when the neurotoxin in use had only been developed last month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made no sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s nonsense?\" the girl asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t create an antidote without knowing my poison.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The follower answered, and the girl simply plucked an imaginary flower from the air and spoke as if it were the most trivial thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s just a poorly made poison. Nothing special.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her words to make sense, one assumption had to be true—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poison he had spenthis entire lifeperfecting was nothing more than acrude, common formulato her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hislife’s workwas justanother passing theoryto this girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could that be possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she was amonster among monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the follower’s eyes, she was even more terrifying than the knight wielding the greatsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jealousy boiled over, making his eyes burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to kill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some unknown reason, a sense ofdutyflared up within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out a new toxin—a hallucinogen that drove victims into a state of euphoric madness until theydied in a lustful frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they were outside, the rain might have washed it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here, they were trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rubbing the powder between his hands, he released it into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ithad towork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you keep doing useless things? And what’s wrong with your face? You’ve had surgery, haven’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne, always carrying her well-oiled leather bag—custom-made by a former Border Guard squad leader known for his exceptional stitching—reached inside, pulled something out, and tossed it into her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she popped another pill into Ragna’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatsword-wielding knight, despite having arms and hands of his own, obediently accepted the medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sight enraged the follower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His conviction to kill them burned hotter than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither of them reacted to the airborne toxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flushed skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dilated pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a cough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the powder failed, the man threw a vial—hisstrongest concoction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A corrosive that could melt not just monster-hide armor but evenbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human skin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would dissolve just from the fumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid splattered midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he hurled a javelin, coated in poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His enhanced muscles gave himknight-levelstrength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theoretically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But relying solely onphysical strengthto face a knight wasfoolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The follower knew that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he usedpoisoned weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still hadthree morejavelins on his waist—shortened for close-range throws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally five, but he had already used two—one through the window, another upon entering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight swung his greatsword like arapier, deflecting the javelin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He avoided the falling vial by shifting his footing—all while carrying another person in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Geh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The follower lost his reason and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded, and his vision turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to kill them immediately, especially that little monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen monsters rose from the darkness and charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A modified Scaler with bat wings scurried along the ceiling of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The real threat is the little monster. The one with the greatsword—I can find a way to kill him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon realized that was a delusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he twitched, the greatsword moved at a speed beyond what his dynamic vision could follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air itself was torn apart with a series of deafening cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four of the charging monsters were shredded and crushed, flung away like ragdolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The follower, in the middle of reaching back to throw another spear, froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...These crazy monster bastards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t exactly his place to say that, considering he had surgically altered his own body and face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from his perspective, the sentiment was understandable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had forsaken his humanity, choosing to live among monsters in pursuit of becoming a superior being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be even more honest, he simply wanted to catch up with those so-called geniuses and feel superior for once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, two monsters who casually invalidated everything he had worked for stood in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t abandoned their humanity, yet they were naturally superior to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization sparked a deep sense of self-loathing he had never felt before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Why? Why is this happening? I abandoned my humanity, so why...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters he had brought should have at least been able to trouble ordinary knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his poison, he should have been able to kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Not even close.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatsword-wielding monster slaughtered every creature with ease, all while protecting the smaller one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he turned his sword on the follower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from one fleeting moment at the start, the follower never got a proper look at the little woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatsword-wielding monster simply didn’t allow it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same at the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man charged him head-on, brought his greatsword down, and retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement deliberately shielded the woman behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster withdrew even faster than he advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The follower had no tricks left, but even if he did, it wouldn’t have mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man never let his guard down, not even at the very last moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grrrk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his head was split open by the greatsword, the carefully balanced poisons within his body went wild, tearing through his organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he would die from his own venom before the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his last flicker of consciousness faded, he finally understood why he had been so fixated on killing that small woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’She’s an obstacle to my master.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A talent too great could only inspire fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that woman seemed to have the power to thwart whatever his master had planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dying thought was something no one could pass on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he simply perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna stepped back from the corpses of the slain monsters and wiped the blade of his greatsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just by looking, he could tell the edge was chipped and uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters’ bodies had been saturated with venom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them even had blood similar to the burning alchemical concoctions used by that Scaler-wielding bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A liquid that incinerated anything it touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with an antidote, mere contact would corrode the skin and cause festering wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ragna had simply avoided every single drop by predicting their trajectory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few splashes of poison had landed on his coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His doublet, reinforced with high-quality monster hide, served as decent armor on its own.Of course, it would be standard to wear metal plating over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garment had a few holes now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade of his sword, after cutting through so many venomous creatures, had suffered only minor damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My stomach feels a little off, but I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne replied as she carefully secured the triple-layered cover of her bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwoooosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in a storm of this magnitude, its contents would remain safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bag was designed to keep out water completely, even if submerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm was nothing in comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should head to the captain, don’t you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was likely commotion outside, but they had no way of knowing for sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ragna couldn’t pick up specific sounds amidst a storm like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder crashed again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna kept Anne behind him as he walked slowly, staying alert for any enemies he might have overlooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you protecting me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna answered bluntly, as was his nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never been one for deception or pretense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as I’m alive, you won’t die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne’s face turned slightly red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this... a confession?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stood facing the head of the Yohan family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him was the fastest swordsman he had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her name was Alexandra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And between the two of them, Schmit—the imperial troublemaker—had inserted himself into the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell is going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schmit, drenched like a wet rat, spoke in bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soaked hair clung to his face, yet he was too stunned to even brush it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If this is an act...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Schmit would have to be the greatest actor on the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even beyond a knight’s instincts, the bewilderment on his face was genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned to the Yohan patriarch and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did Mileschia die?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question was \"why.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without knowing the full situation, he had sensed that her death had been orchestrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His question carried that implication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And despite appearances, the patriarch immediately understood and responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She died to bring about this situation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head answered and turned his head toward Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaaa—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain, forged of steel, remained relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderbolts continued to strike with deafening crashes, unsettling those who wielded metal weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single misstep, and they could be struck dead by lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this season, it was forbidden to fight with metal weapons in Yohan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the region’s geographical position atop a basin and lightning’s attraction to metal, an unlucky warrior could indeed be struck down by the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May I ask you for a favor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head inquired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unease within Grida stemmed from the family head himself—suspicion that he had betrayed the family for some unknown purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I die, take care of what follows. My successor is...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trailing off, the family head stepped closer, bringing his face near Enkrid’s ear before finishing his sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid listened, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Having Ragna and this man arrive at such a time... Perhaps it is our fortune?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the family head and Enkrid exchanged their hushed conversation, Alexandra spoke, her gaze momentarily shifting to the opposing forces standing amidst the relentless downpour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There might have been traces of nostalgia in her eyes, but to Enkrid, all he saw was determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if it isn’t, well, nothing to be done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no helping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The family head is not an enemy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grida suspected him, but Enkrid had come to a different conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From an outsider’s perspective, it was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The family head holds the greatest influence without lifting a finger. He has no reason to act directly.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if his intent was to bring ruin to Yohan, this was certainly not the way to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could have simply summoned and eliminated his targets one by one in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Odincar’s disappearance was likely the work of the family head as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More accurately, it wasn’t a disappearance but an order to hide—either by request or command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Odincar himself had stated that he was in Border Guard on the family head’s orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he hadn’t vanished of his own volition, there was only one remaining possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still uncertainties, but Enkrid had deduced this much from mere conjecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Of course, there’s always the chance the family head got caught up in some cult nonsense and went insane.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But could a knight—a wielder of Will—be so easily swayed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Highly unlikely.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was possible that some unknown circumstances had turned the figures standing before him into enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he had come alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the man who had shouted for the family head earlier stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His name was Rhinox, and he had been the most vocal critic of the family head’s actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, he had never betrayed the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason he had called out to the family head was to ask him to restore order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had barely managed to calm the divided factions that had been on the brink of clashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dammit. If you raise your swords against each other, I’ll crush your skulls. I mean it. Don’t fight. Got it? No warnings. No jokes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he even know what he was saying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were all over the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, his meaning was clear enough—clear enough that the two groups refrained from immediate conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the situation had momentarily settled, Rhinox approached and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heskal stabbed Grida.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid saw that Rhinox had wrapped six swords tightly in cloth, likely to protect them from lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have been in his room, pondering ways to train even in the storm, when everything suddenly erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had likely been ambushed as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scratches lined his cheek and shoulder, blackened blood clinging to the wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t the time to be so damn composed. Andante is dead too. I was attacked. Some of them still refuse to believe Heskal would do such a thing, but Heskal killed Jerry, Even, Royst, and Pail. Damn it, and some even followed him. What’s the plan now, Tempe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head’s name was Tempest. \"Tempe\" was a name only close friends used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempest Yohan measured his next move, balancing the expected with the unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We find the enemy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And then?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation had unfolded, leaving only action to be taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded at the family head’s answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the right decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you enjoy the series and want to get more Chapters early, head over to https:\u002F\u002Fpayhip.com\u002FSamowek\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or head over to https:\u002F\u002Fbrightnovels.com\u002Fseries\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[SHOP BEST BUY] - 50e - Every Chapter translated - Latest WN-845 + daily Chapters from monday to friday for a month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-KNIGHT - Cost 20e -s 780-850 + daily Chapters from Monday to Friday for a month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please be sure to join the discord :)\u003C\u002Fp>",2812,"2026-06-03T07:43:29.270Z","2026-06-03T07:43:34.104Z",1,"novelbin.me","4096cf8382f2ea51f651a56fe19e34ff7a54e49c40c0d76c9b8b2ef8348a0d0e","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-704","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-702",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]