Berserk: The Prophet

“No problem, I will learn from Mr. Trunks, Ms. Tamara.”

Green said modestly, and Tamara responded with a smile.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve all gotten together. Let’s stay for lunch. You guys should have a good chat, Salad.”

Tamara stood up and looked at the group of people; clearly, she didn't want her husband to be misunderstood.

“...Alright, for your sake, Tamara.” Trunks shrugged reluctantly.

Tamara smiled at her sulking younger brother and looked at her daughter, who was happily catching various small insects in the yard.

"Alice."

Tamara softly called the girl's name, and the girl and her servants looked at her. The girl with orange-red hair gave Tamara an innocent smile, as if she were holding a treasure in her palm, and ran towards Tamara with cheerful steps.

"Hehehe, Mom, look!"

The girl opened her palm as if presenting a treasure, and a white butterfly was unharmed, its wings unfurling in her hand. Bathed in sunlight, it flew away, but soon more butterflies flew to her, landing on her head and shoulders.

Tamara smiled and gently patted Alice's head, then took Alice's little hand in hers.

“This is my daughter with Salard, Alice.”

She's a very pretty little girl. Because of Tamara, Green also has a good impression of the little girl. She seems to be a very kind little girl.

Although Trunks had a sour face towards Salad, he smiled gently at Alice, like a sunny and cheerful older brother, and squatted down to hug her.

"You're so cute, you look exactly like you when you were little. Let your uncle give you a kiss, little Alice."

However, the little guy obviously didn't want to get pricked by Trunks' red stubble on his chin, so he directly blocked Trunks' big mouth that was about to kiss him with his small hand, turned his head to look at Tamara, and saw that his mother was still smiling. She must be someone he was quite familiar with.

So before Trunks could be sad, she turned her chubby face back, pouted her little mouth, and kissed Trunks' cheek.

"Haha, she kissed me, Tamara."

"Alright, the servants should have prepared lunch by now. Let's go eat together."

"it is good."

During a rare moment of warmth, Trunks and his companions chatted about everyday things at the dinner table, reminiscing about what had happened during this time. Salad and his brothers frequently went to ambush those members of the Serpent Cult, and with their previous experience as rangers, they already had considerable combat experience against them.

There was nothing much to do after the meal, and it wasn't convenient to bother them any longer. With Trunks and Thranduil's tacit permission, Green prepared to go for a stroll in the city. After all, he hadn't properly observed the scale of this epic fortress yet, and wondered which had better defensive capabilities compared to Eldar Fortress.

Compared to the Midland fortress, Rose Castle has better drainage systems, thicker walls, and a more robust and well-nourished populace. The sight of the inhabitants chatting and laughing together suggests they are quite wealthy and have received a certain level of education.

Near the main fortress stands a statue of a young girl from Velivendor. The girl holds a sword in one hand and a shield engraved with roses in the other, riding a winged unicorn warhorse across the battlefield. The image of her is deeply ingrained in people's minds. The headquarters of the Rose Knights is located here. You can see heavily armored female knights on horseback rushing towards the knights' hall of the headquarters. Perhaps inspired by the wings on the back of the unicorn, there are a pair of structures on the sides of their helmets that look like wings. They wear bright red capes on their backs, and even their horse armor is painted with roses.

I never imagined that women could look so dashing in armor. Green had always thought that female knights only existed in mythology because the conditions on the battlefield were too harsh, and the male-dominated history was unwilling to acknowledge the achievements made by women. Even Joan of Arc was never recognized by the king for her knighthood.

Perhaps only a place like Rose Castle can earn the respect of women who crave power and glory, and inspire them to fearlessly charge into battle?

After lunch break, the sound of hammering echoed in every corner of the neighborhood. Perhaps on a whim, I went to the blacksmith's shop in Rose Castle. The shelves were filled with a dazzling array of weapons. I remembered Seranti saying that on the battlefield, one-handed weapons were more flexible, making it easier to defend or take the enemy's life. For assassination, daggers or forks were quite effective, and two-handed weapons were even more effective.

After careful selection, Grimm chose a gauntlet sword with a balanced attack range and speed, which was more than enough for Grimm, who was only 1.45 meters tall. He then chose a knight's zither shield with good attributes. The 80*100 range was just right for Grimm, and even a bit too big. He was unsure if it would be agile enough with a hand cannon. More body protection was definitely better.

The banquet was hosted by Lord Weber. In order not to lose face for the Demiaris family, Green was dressed quite well by the maids and followed behind Trunks. Seranti was not at the party. Since they were going to fight the Serpent Cult the next morning, the whole army was forbidden from drinking tonight. The soldiers were just allowed to rest and have some good food before preparing for the battle.

Besides the lord's sons and Trunks, the Renazelt family from the royal city of Crest also came to support Rose Castle at the king's behest. Although both families sent their elite troops, they still had to be careful to deal with the Serpent Cult's army, since those poison-laced weapons were far too ruthless.

It is said that the Silver Knights from the capital have also come to lend their support. Their weapons are the most elite and advanced of Barkley's, and all their weapons are made of mithril. They also wear a layer of mithril chainmail under their full set of steel armor, which is enough to show the scale of their national knightly order.

Everyone took their seats. Although Green didn't know what they were exchanging pleasantries about, without exception, they were all high-ranking and influential figures in Barkley. For example, Peggy Ryder, the dean from the Blue Disciples, and Isol, from the Reinazlt family, seemed to be good at speaking in riddles and had amiable smiles on their faces. Green's intuition told him that these two old men didn't look like good people at all.

The Silver Knights' captain, Vilian, seemed taciturn, listening quietly to their conversation.

"Hahaha, now all the reinforcements from Barkley have arrived! Defeating the Serpent Cult army and eradicating the heretics is just around the corner. Tonight, I hope you won't mind drinking water instead of wine. Cheers to Barkley!!"

"Cheers to Barkley!!"

"For Barkley!!"