A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 332

Esther thought to herself.

For decades—perhaps even centuries—she had expected to suffer under this wretched curse.

If luck had been crueler, she might have been stuck with a contaminated spell world for the rest of her life.

The mere thought was horrifying.

That was why she had been willing to do anything to break the curse.

It was the reason she had slept in Enkrid’s embrace.

Now, however, there was no longer any need for that. She barely did it anymore.

The tangled threads of the curse had finally begun to unravel properly.

Her luck had turned.

Facing Galaph, who wielded the power of grasping water, had helped her reclaim her lost senses. She had also devoured a few Spec Objects in the process.

Some of them had been exceptionally useful for her spell world.

Raiding Galaph’s personal research lab would have been ideal, but how long would it take to find it?

Besides, the man had been infamous for taking on multiple apprentices.

Whatever treasure remained in his lab would fall into the hands of those disciples—

And they would fight over it, steal from each other, and in the end, one survivor would claim it all.

Such was the greed of wizards.

A “harmonious brotherhood” among mages?

That was a fairy tale.

No wizard would seek truth or attempt to transcend human limitations without first succumbing to their own desires.

What nonsense.

"Ah, idiots."

She had once been caught up in that kind of mess herself.

But not anymore.

The thought of Galaph’s disciples tearing each other apart warmed her heart.

No, Esther was not a kind person.

She knew that about herself.

Perhaps she was more reasonable than most wizards—

Or maybe, in a place filled with lunatics, she only seemed normal by comparison.

The Mad Platoon was no different.

Her thoughts circled back, leading her to a singular realization—

Her curse.

She had spent so much time focused on it, but…

A curse didn’t only bring misfortune.

There were benefits as well.

She had never considered it before, but she had gained something.

For example, she had inherited the raw strength of a Lake Panther.

Of course, it was a curse, which meant it came with severe drawbacks.

And one of those drawbacks was turning out to be a huge problem.

"My body's shape-memory has changed."

A physical being—especially a wizard—only existed in the form their self-perception allowed.

Magic was tied to the spell world, the world of one’s own mind.

A wizard had to maintain a precise understanding of their body to preserve their physical form.

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