Berserk: The Prophet

On the sand table, a large hand pushed the banner to the Ledorin Plain. Time was of the essence. Before all the troops could be assembled, Midland's army left the gates of Erda Fortress, deploying all its cavalry to launch a guerrilla strategy against Juda's army on the plains, with Yuris's White Dragon Knights as the vanguard.

A fierce battle is about to begin.

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Meanwhile, in a small castle on the northern border of the capital Wyndam, Baka paced back and forth with a gloomy expression. More than half a month had passed since William's body was found and brought to the Granz family for verification. Earl Michel of the Granz family had sent people to try to make contact with the White Dragon Knights. Even though the battle on the front lines was fierce, there should have been no news at all.

William of the Galanz family was dead. His body had been dead for several months when it was found. The body was unrecognizable and had been completely eaten by wild dogs. If it weren't for the fact that the pieces of his clothes were much better than those in the slums, there would have been no evidence at all.

According to the little beggar, almost everyone present was killed by that group, and then the city's patrol captain, fearing trouble, threw them all into a mass grave, since no one would go to such a place to look for the bodies anyway.

Baka found clues to this matter when, after being driven out of the Dioka family by Lord Wins, he was preparing provisions for his journey in a northern town near Windam when a little beggar clutching a noble insignia caught his attention.

First, it was strange that this beggar was able to obtain the nobleman's insignia; could he be a petty thief? Second, it was intriguing to know whose knight was so careless; he didn't realize how glaring the insignia was until he looked closer!

It's William's family! Galanz!!

Baka immediately snatched the insignia, grabbed the little beggar by the collar, and demanded to know where he got it.

The little beggar was trembling with fear. To avoid losing his life after telling the truth, he obediently took Baka to a deserted alley and confessed what had happened. If he hadn't pretended to be dead in his companion's corpse that day, he probably would have died as well. However, in a dark and damp place like the slums, it was not uncommon for people to die every day.

After all, one could scavenge money and clothing from the dead. Midland winters are quite cold, and some people even... use the bodies to stave off hunger...

The little beggar was still just a child. He waited until they had all left before searching the body. He found a small, shiny metal badge in the body's chest. He wouldn't have chosen to pawn such a thing if he hadn't been desperate for food. After all, he rarely saw anything so shiny and kept it hidden in his chest like a treasure.

Immediately afterward, Baka had the little beggar lead the way to the mass grave, but there were no traces left. However, in order to obtain sufficient evidence, Baka still led the little beggar to find William's already decomposed body, as well as the body of his servant. The fabric of their clothes clearly indicated that they were of noble birth.

The little beggar had no name. Perhaps thinking of his nephew, Bacca took the little beggar with him and made him his servant. Since the boy had no name, Bacca named him Godot.

"No, so much time has passed already. If all else fails, I'll go find Commander White Dragon myself!"

Baka slammed his large hand on the chopping board. There should have been news by now; it's been more than half a month. Could it be that it hasn't been delivered at all? Ever since he found out that William's identity was an imposter, he had been eagerly awaiting the news he wanted.

So Barca went to see Count Michel in person. Having suffered greatly from the oppression of the Dioka family, Count Michel immediately stamped the envelope containing the report with the Granz family's seal. Barca, impatient, set off that very day with Godot towards the Erda Fortress. Although they couldn't catch up with the King's entourage at this point, with all the high-ranking officials on the front lines, this matter had to be made public!

If you were to ask why the people previously sent out hadn't yet delivered the message to Yuris, there's only one answer: Kadi's spies had also been placed in the Granz family to observe their movements. Only a few of them were cut up to be assassins; the first few either tampered with their rations or were intercepted and killed on the way. After all... people always need to sleep.

Unfortunately, Barca left in a hurry, and the weather was getting warmer, so he didn't even bring a tent. He just took two more horses and left with his entourage. Watching Barca leave, Count Michel sighed. It was said that Barca had been expelled by the Ent family. At first, he thought Barca had come to seek justice for the young master of the Dioca family. After all, this man had played a significant role in the Dioca family's targeting of the Granz family. But he came alone.

Actually, as long as the Dioka family doesn't cause trouble, that's fine. As for his illegitimate sons... he has many illegitimate sons, but they're just a means to deal with the conscription. It's also a low-cost investment. After all, it's not easy to survive on the battlefield. If they can bring glory to their ancestors, that would be a very good thing. He only has one legitimate son, who doesn't need to go to the battlefield. He can just wait to inherit his estate and title.

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On the plains of Leydourin, the equestrian duel between Midland and Juda has been raging for more than half a month. The weather is gradually getting hotter, and the vast green grass grows wildly like waves. The tired horses can only get water in a few small lakes, all of which come from Lake Leydourin.

Both the Judas and the Midlands need the water here, as well as the animals of the grasslands.

While war brings death, it also provides sustenance for the animals on the grasslands. The wolf cubs in the wolf pack, who are hungry and thirsty, are all well-fed and plump. Even the foxes and mice are no exception. Vultures circle in the sky above the bare branches of trees amidst the flames of war. The cycle of destiny begins, nourishing the land of nature and returning it to its origin.

"Wow!!"

Extremely thirsty, Green scooped up a handful of sweet river water. The midday sun was scorching, making him sweat profusely. The clear river revealed pebbles and a few small fish swimming back and forth. He filled his water bag and washed his face and neck. His armor was too hot from the sun, and his face was covered in a layer of gray and sweat. He could scrub a lot of dirt off his neck. Unfortunately, there was no time to take a bath now, or he would get heat rash. Of course, he couldn't avoid fleas either. He didn't know how he could live like this. It was too terrible for a modern person. At least in the past, he could spray pesticides to kill these nasty little bugs. Now, he didn't have that option. He could only change his clothes frequently and dry them in the sun.

Unfortunately, they're constantly living on the edge, so they don't have time to deal with these little bugs.