[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-708":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},964793,1263,"Chapter 708 - 707 - Why Would I Be Fine","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-708",708,"\u003Cp>Chapter 707 - Why Would I Be Fine\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid speaks to Ragna like cutting through fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At best, only half will make it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying down, Anne half-raised herself and said this while looking at those leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even blink, her gaze fixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seen from the front, you might have spotted their backs reflected in her large eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid and Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grida, who had been lying down, turned to Anne at her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry, Ragna. I said I could fix everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only half could be cured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was assuming the ones walking out there didn’t die in the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how it sounded to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne could’ve made excuses, explained, given a valid reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a genius can’t rush time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cursed illness had tormented Yohan for a long time, because someone had turned this place into a testing ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The malice behind it was vicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Anne had just one more year, she wouldn’t be saying this now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would’ve said she could save seven out of ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she’d had three more years, she would’ve said something else entirely—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That no one would die from illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would’ve declared that with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But right now, she couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To apply the medical techniques Anne had developed through alchemy, she needed to run multiple trials and observe the reactions over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the absolute lack of time, what use is talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What difference is there between that and a crumbling autumn leaf?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne says again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s gaze also remained fixed outside, like Anne’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the backs of those who had been born and raised in the Yohan household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Grida Yohan, his sister, added her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one blames you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna couldn’t find the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how to fix a direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never thought of that as a flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, he saw it as a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New roads, new worlds, new things—they always welcomed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A road walked by day became a different road by night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is that a curse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he held a sword, he could see the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walk it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even see where it ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the sword’s path, Ragna had nothing left to learn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so that road held no appeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he left home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deviation from a plainly visible path, a choice made in pursuit of life—call it what you will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ragna, this is where you were born and raised.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid speaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ragna reflected on what he had done since returning to Yohan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I didn’t want to find the sunrise.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asks himself the question, starts to search for the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The answer is inside. What I’ve built up becomes my landmark.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words Enkrid had repeated countless times—now, they reached Ragna too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did Enkrid mean when he said Ragna had the right to be angry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They poured filth on your home, hurt your family, and tried to destroy the place you were born in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is why the sunrise doesn’t matter now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By instinct, he’d swung his sword at empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, like a mad dash that suddenly halts, he’d stopped cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s not afraid that he’ll leave nothing behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just had to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a god had drawn the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he understood the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Because my family is in danger.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid might call Yohan a minor house, but to Ragna it was the field where he once ran and played, the place where those who raised him lived, and where everything began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prodigal son had long since returned—but only now had he opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father had withered into half his former self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother’s face now carried a harshness he had never seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister had a hole in her belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of his kin coughed blood, stricken with illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s someone out there who did this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, now he understood. Why he was angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he think he had no right to step forward because he’d abandoned his duties?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he hold back, thinking someone might accuse him of it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A single swing of a sword can’t make up for all the time you were gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Enkrid offered something like advice, though it didn’t quite sound like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It implied that just because Ragna came back after the family fell into ruin and swung his sword a bit harder, it didn’t mean everyone would suddenly praise him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Ragna understood or just let the words wash over him, he still replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not my concern.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded to himself at the sight of Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, that’s more like Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he brushed aside the memory that had come to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to dwell on things that only grew more painful with thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, all he had to do was make sure his friend and fellow soldier didn’t end up seeing the same things he once did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grida.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Speak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Protect Anne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if you hadn’t asked, I was already ready to stake my life on it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grida wasn’t the only one left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Hescal departed, there were still some suffering so badly from seizures they could hardly breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne had saved them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them was the sword-bearing page who had guided them at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he, now only thirteen years old, was outside the scope of Anne’s magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That child was terminal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught in the most toxic of the many seeds sown by that madman lurking behind all this, out there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His insides were slowly being devoured by growing lumps of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t go out and fight—one of the few children left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll protect her too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But did he really understand what he was saying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, he seemed to know more than Ragna had at his age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from the way he spoke, it was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not in fighting condition, but if someone comes after the healer, I can at least land one good hit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much seemed true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a fierceness in the boy’s spirit that couldn’t be overlooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Someone used poison before, right? And Anne’s magic saved everyone when you took them down? If it’s someone like that again, I can at least hold my own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grida added those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably to reassure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had a hole in her stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could still fight, but if she went all out, she would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That must not be allowed to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simple—just don’t let anyone get behind you from now on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What you must protect is at your back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That will become your legacy, even after you’re gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna looked at Anne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I come back alive...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop. I don’t want to hear any talk about coming back or dying. Just come back. If things get dangerous, I’ll yell out for you. Then you can come back and protect me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna gave a silent nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were to die here, what would remain behind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That woman—who exuded life even while being tormented by guilt over being unable to save people through no fault of her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna opened his mouth to speak, then closed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed the words:\"The version of me you remember will be what remains.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid said, stepping forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna followed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne wouldn’t be the only one left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man, who’d clawed his way up just to have the right to be angry with Ragna, would remain too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the ’me’ that man remembered would be left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exited the estate and began walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, they encountered another member of the family, walking at a slower pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short-haired woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Enkrid and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, Enki—why are you helping, this is not your fight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the few people who had grown attached to Enkrid during his time here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was for his friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe to protect those who stood behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were plenty of reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn’t the type to say something so sentimental out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna thought that and walked a bit to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t spoken much with the family members, as he’d mostly stayed near Anne to protect her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman found him hard to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid matched her pace and opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Samcheol.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keeps whining that it wants to play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The madman said this as he gave a tap to the sword hanging at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swaaah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind scattered the rain like needles across their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman from Yohan who had spoken earlier took half a step away from Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what that healer said was true.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A madman who talks to his sword, was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, yeah, Samcheol. It’s going to be a fun day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignored her and gently stroked his sword, as if to comfort it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that, the woman resumed walking and pulled farther away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t trying to tease anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, should he have just said that he really didn’t like the bastard who trashed his friend’s house?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe that he hoped at least one less person he’d grown fond of would die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How embarrassing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was better to admit that he was genuinely serious about this fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samcheol was crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t a joke, either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade let out a high-pitched hum—resonating with Enkrid’s Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wasn’t the sword truly crying, but a phenomenon caused by it being imbued with Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why mock them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna pressed the point toward Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t scolding him, but he had caught on that the jest was excessive for someone hiding his real feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t it obvious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If someone asked you what would be left behind after you’re gone, what would you say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned Ragna’s own words from earlier back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think? Those who saw my blade in action, that’s who’ll remain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even through the streaking rain, his grin was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right, they were on their way to face the ones who had wrecked his home like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he had a reason to smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though to ordinary people, this might seem like the mindset of a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yohan was situated atop a basin, so the road up to it was a gentle slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was paved wide and smooth, and the people of House Yohan often called it the Pilgrimage Path of Blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believe in a sword god, don’t they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid also walked this path now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puddles of muddy water had formed here and there due to the storm, but the path remained even and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they did not preach divinity, they revered and worshipped the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was the road taken in honor of the sword god, they called it the Pilgrimage Path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down the slope of that gently curving path, those who had orchestrated this incident were gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain and wind obscured the distant view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, they could see the head of the enemy—presumably the family head—and the ones blocking his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid and Ragna stared at the back of the family head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he even said a word, he drew his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponents reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two scalers—beasts with red and black scales—rushed him from both sides, and the family head stepped forward alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did Anne concoct something for him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, most of the potions made by that genius healer were likely closer to stimulants, meant to make them able to fight right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had said that proper treatment would take time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, did the family head take the drug?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure emanating from him was twice as heavy as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick, weighty aura like a massive blade stood tall in the curtain of rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are they unharmed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hescal couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been years since he’d been this surprised—startled enough to mutter to himself without realizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who should have been writhing in pain were instead standing tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it didn’t look like they were forcing themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man beside him—said to be Dmule’s disciple—spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was over seventy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blind since childhood, he had opened a new eye on his forehead in place of his lost vision—a reprocessed Evil Eye extracted, studied, and refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to that, he could see clearly through the pouring rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Someone interfered. Wasn’t that healer woman killed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hescal, known for his superior analytical ability, replied as he took in the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one after her must’ve failed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That girl Anne did this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was instinct speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had to be a reason Dmule had tried so hard to kill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dmule already knew who Anne was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he heard Hescal’s report, he’d declared she had to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because \"those fated to die must die,\" he had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he tried to kill her because she could stop his plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first plan Hescal had prepared bore no fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Dmule’s disciple showed no signs of panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither did Hescal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She merely delayed the inevitable. Who could possibly halt something our master prepared for years—in just one day?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, too, was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without that, Hescal believed the outcome of this battle wouldn’t change.\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>",2299,"2026-06-03T07:43:29.270Z","2026-06-03T07:43:34.104Z",1,"novelbin.me","5633b5df2e39f1654a5264476b1671f1c1c7bab2e717f2c0dff5e6d7c35fcce9","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-709","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-707",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]