Berserk: The Prophet

The Noldor elves... those guys would never accept us...

As he felt the cold hand in his palm fall limply to his side, Thranduil, who hadn't cried out in a long time, clutched his forehead in anguish. His kind were clearly living far more miserable lives than he was. Were tragedies like this happening all the time on this continent?

There were clearly other half-elf companions suffering even more than him, so what did he have to hate? Should he let this tragedy continue? He shouldn't be blinded by hatred; he should try to change everything, to stop this tragedy!

.........

night.

After hastily burying the girl's body in the cemetery he bought from the mayor, Seranti walked alone down the street. Looking at the deep blue gem lying in his palm, he still felt a pang of sadness in his heart, clutching it tightly to his chest.

A new goal and a new life are about to begin, because the 'Hurricane Blade Ranger' will live freely in this world like a hurricane!

.........

"Tap Tap"

The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the city's alleys on the cobblestone streets at night, seemingly heading towards the city's south gate. Seranti's keen hearing naturally detected dozens of closely moving footsteps and assassins chasing and lying in ambush on the rooftops.

Upon seeing this, the guards on night watch at the city gate were instantly wide awake. However, this situation seemed impossible to stop, and they quickly dodged to the sides to avoid being knocked over by the horses.

A man on horseback, accompanied by a woman and a child, emerged from the south gate of Mist-shrouded City, covered in blood. A closer look revealed that this was the man's younger brother.

"Shhh~"

Not far from the inn, Seranti blew his whistle, and a sturdy grey horse leaped out of the stable and galloped toward Seranti. Seranti mounted the horse and gave chase.

Only about ten assassins rode off to give chase, while the rest had to proceed on foot. They took care of the gatekeepers along the way. This commotion enraged King Vidis, the lord of Mist-shrouded City and also the king of Fairwiz, but that's another story.

A dozen assassins used every trick in the book, employing hidden weapons to wear down the knight's warhorse. The group then engaged in a fierce battle in a grove of trees.

"Martha!!"

The man was already badly wounded from the previous battle and had no time to take care of the woman. With bloodshot eyes, he held the child like a wounded and trapped beast making its last struggle.

Despite having prepared for this, the moment came when he had to sacrifice his son's life, and he was still filled with such reluctance and torment. No matter what, he would not give up the fight!

The commotion in the woods caught the attention of an old knight who had heard of the Griffin Knights' assembly—to preserve the last bloodline of the Pendor royal family.

Although he had long since retired from the military, and the griffin emblem that had been with him for decades looked somewhat faded on his shoulder, this did not prevent him from making some final contributions to the Knights.

Even with his armor covered in blood, the knight being besieged in the woods would never be mistaken about the black and white armor and the black and yellow winged helmet that were unique to the knights of the Griffin Knights!

"Uh..."

The man was still stabbed through the abdomen by a sword, but he still held the child in his arms tightly and beheaded the assassin with a single blow.

At this moment, the elderly knight also rushed up. Due to the terrain of the forest and the darkness of night, the group of assassins had already dismounted to fight. Apart from those who were killed by the man's stubborn resistance, there were still nine assassins left.

A single lance took the lives of two men. The old knight quickly discarded the slightly cracked lance, drew his sword and old griffin shield, and engaged the enemy in battle.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the group immediately launched a final attack on the man and child. The man, with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and raised the infant in his arms, letting the group's swords pierce his body. The man roared, this was the last glimmer of hope he was fighting for for his son!

"Pfft!" "Bang!"

The helmet was cleaved in two by the axe, and the man fell to the ground, still supporting his son until his last breath.

"Sizzle," "Whoosh," "Sizzle"

The old knight took the opportunity to kill the assassins one by one. He looked at the baby that the knight commander was desperately protecting. The baby was crying loudly and clutching a black-and-gold griffin badge in his hand.

The old knight shed tears of relief. The bloodline of Pendor had been preserved. Only the knight commander had escaped from the chaotic city. It seemed the Griffin Knights were no more. The old knight quickly picked up the blood-stained infant from its swaddling clothes, mounted his horse, and rode away. He would surely raise the last bloodline of the Pendor royal family to adulthood!

.........

When Seranty arrived, he naturally noticed the sound of hooves. Seeing the corpse on the ground, Seranty decided to first understand the situation. This knight was that man's brother! And this woman wasn't the one who escaped from Raven's Lair!!

Seranti immediately sensed something was amiss; this was merely a smokescreen!

Thranduil prepared to ride back, while a group of minions belonging to the Lion Kingdom arrived behind him, panting heavily.

"Is that child dead, Landis?!"

“No, but judging from the footprints, someone must have picked it up and walked that way.” Seranti deliberately pointed in the opposite direction.

Seranti pretended to chase for a while before returning to Mist-Covered City. The mother and son, the true Child of Prophecy, must still be inside the city. Everything they did was to cover their tracks and ensure the safety of the Child of Prophecy within the city!

.........

As Thranduil had predicted, however, when Thranduil found the woman, she was already on the verge of death. She was discovered by 'Shadow,' a being of the same rank as Thranduil within the Blade of Punishment.

Just as the 'Shadow' let out a chilling laugh over the bounty that was more than enough to make a living, Seranti killed him from behind with a throwing knife. However, the 'Shadow' was naturally exceptional, and he almost managed to stab Seranti in the forehead with the dart before dying.

Fortunately, Seranti dodged it, but his hood was knocked off by the force of the dart, exposing his two pointed ears to the air.

"Lantius? You are!?" The man turned around and said in disbelief, before being taken away by a throwing knife thrown by Serantius.

It turns out that the Lion Royal Family had already sensed something was wrong, and everyone in the Blade of Punishment had received the mission to kill the two children and the fallen royal princess.

Seranti had no time to hesitate and rushed to check on the woman's condition. She had been stabbed in the abdomen and was on the verge of death. The two guards in black robes had already been dealt with by 'Shadow'.

A glimmer of light appeared as the woman noticed Thranduil's pointed ears, but unfortunately, the assassins were already close enough to find them. There was no time to explain. Thranduil pulled up his hood and carried the woman and the infant child to a more secluded alley. A plank and a pile of straw cleverly concealed them from the assassins' search. Thranduil was always adept at hiding his tracks.

However, the woman's injuries were too severe, and Seranti was unable to save her.

"...Honorable Noldor elf, I beg you to take good care of this child and raise him to adulthood. My life is coming to an end, and this child is the last bloodline of the Pendor royal family. This dragon ring is the token of the Pendor royal family. Please be sure to tell him the truth of all this when he comes of age...His royal name is...Beligat."

The woman removed the ruby ​​ring engraved with a dragon from her finger and placed it in the swaddling clothes. With a gentle gaze, she weakly and reluctantly handed the infant in her arms to Seranti.

Seranti watched as the baby in the swaddling clothes reached out to touch him without crying or fussing, and felt a strange stirring in his heart. Could such a small child really change the world?

Seranti frowned. He still disliked the little thing. What made him think he could save the world? He was just a human, completely unlike an elf. Besides, he could easily strangle him with a single slap if he wanted to.

The Friends of the Noldor... has that ancient legend been verified? Do the gods really exist?

Before Seranti could think any further, the woman lay lifeless on the ground, the piercing wound on her abdomen and the blood staining the ground crimson.

Seranti still took the child away and hid him, pretending that he had killed the woman and claiming that he didn't know who had the child. Because he desperately needed money on the run, he took the bounty and set off again from the port of Mist-Covered City to Barkley with the infant prophesied child.

And so it all began.