Berserk: The Prophet

Judas's move was ruthless. He even infiltrated the "Shadow Hands Clan," who served the Grant royal family. If he controlled the royal family, what would Grant not be able to afford?

Is it the fortress called "Dragon's Nest"? Or is it the general named Gurenbeldo?

It seems that the extinction of the royal family has not discouraged the people of Grant. On the contrary, the most prestigious one, Gurenbelud, is the most likely to be supported by the people to become king. Whether it is under the recommendation of General Kirsten or under the blessing of the witches of the "Fire Palace", his fiery hair will undoubtedly make the citizens of Grant, who believe in the gods of the north, willingly submit to him.

That was not the situation Qiu Da had intended to see. He had also heard that He Kun had traveled to the mainland for a period of time when he was young and was deeply attracted by the teachings of the Dharma King's Hall and the prosperity of the mainland. However, Grant's deep-rooted faith and the fierce customs of the people seemed to be incompatible with the mainland.

Moreover, from various strategic perspectives, Grand Duke Grant's behavior is quite bizarre... he probably doesn't care much about his people at all.

After some thought, Green had a clear idea in his mind: the solution was to persuade Grand Duke Grant to join Judas.

The premise is that the value of this condition is attractive enough.

It's safe to say that Gurenbeldo has achieved great merit over the years, which is enough to overshadow the emperor. Moreover, he has the pure blood of the Sea Bear clan, which is something that any monarch would be wary of.

Once Green finished his thoughts, the fighting and commotion in the other cages also subsided, and a strong smell of blood quickly filled the corridor.

It was clear that the children in the other cells had killed each other. The children who shared a cell with Green were terrified and trembled. Two of them even wet their pants. For a moment, the whole cell was filled with the smell of urine, which made the other children stay away from them in disgust.

Although they were afraid, they were at least known for their fierce and courageous nature, and such cowardly behavior was truly despicable.

Green spent his first day here without incident. The children were so nervous that they were all silent, and the whole corridor was unusually quiet. They didn't know the difference between day and night, but most of them slowly fell asleep.

The next day, the Shadow Hands guards returned to patrol. Their footsteps were light and silent, and their eyes were cold as they carried away the bodies of the dead children. The torches cast swaying shadows in the darkness, and the Shadow Hands were covered with intricate patterns.

Whenever the guards passed a particular cell, they would stop and carefully observe the children inside, who were likely the ones they had chosen.

After a long time, they still distributed food according to yesterday's arrangement. The children immediately began to fight over it like wolves, even worse than yesterday.

Green cannot reveal his ability to conjure food at will, as such an ability would only be considered heretical and would attract a lot of unnecessary trouble.

But... we can't just go hungry.

Driven by his thirst for survival, Green was becoming increasingly restless, having gone without food or water all day. His body was exhausted and weak from lack of nourishment, and he was also becoming prone to irritability.

Shadow Hand...

Are they trying to make these kids kill each other so they can pick out the best ones?

On the third day, Green had no choice but to join the children's brawl, even though he didn't really want to do it. His body was so honest; he just wanted to do everything he could to survive.

He drank the soup that had been fought over and was now only half full; it tasted a bit sour, but it was his only source of water. He also managed to snatch a whole piece of smoked fish, because with the strength and physique of an ordinary knight, defeating a group of children was a piece of cake.

However, it was clear that there were too many people scrambling for the food, and Green had bruises on his face, a black eye, and blood streaming from his nose. But obviously, the other children were so badly beaten that they dared not try to snatch the food anymore.

"Your share."

Green shared a small piece of smoked fish with Hanks, which made the other hungry children's eyes redden with envy. However, because they hadn't had water for a long time, Hanks was already showing signs of dizziness, and the other children were pale and had cracked lips.

"...Thank you, but I think I'm about to die, you eat it." Hanks' throat was dry and hoarse, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to refuse.

These past two days, Hanks had been telling Grimm many stories about the island in this dark, cramped cage. They were stories about dragons, stories every child in Grant knew well.

Once upon a time, a raging dragon wreaked havoc on the island. To stop its rampage, a princess was offered as a sacrifice. A young man from a certain tribe, determined to reclaim the princess, single-handedly challenged the dragon, but it was far too powerful. At that moment, everyone on the island was inspired by the young man's courage and rallied together, striking the evil fire dragon and crashing it down onto the island's highest peak, burying it deep underground.

This eventually formed the massive volcano on Grant Island. It is said that the reason the island still occasionally erupts lava and shakes the ground is because the fire dragon is still struggling angrily underground, trying to climb to the surface.

Grant also possesses a rich culture unique to northern maritime hunting peoples. For example, their distant ancestors lived on islands in the more remote Arctic Ocean, where the land was uncultivable and they could only hunt on land during the extremely short spring.

They are born with red hair, are brave and warlike by nature, and have a very strong sense of self-respect. Every summer, they would ride small rafts on the turbulent sea to hunt whales. The chief whaler would use an extremely long spear to pierce the whale's body, engaging in a war of attrition that would last for several hours.

Even today, fishermen from Grant Island occasionally go out to sea to hunt whales as is customary. Unfortunately, since Grant's naval defeat, few whaling ships have returned, and consequently, few fishing boats have gone out to hunt whales.

Looking at Hanks, who had been with him for a long time, Green felt a pang of sadness and resolved to get his hands on that bowl of soup tomorrow. His eyes, already slightly bloodshot, resembled those of a fierce wolf.

"The soup tomorrow is mine, or I'll kill all of you."

Green's threatening words were self-evident, but there were still some fools who wouldn't back down.

"...On what grounds?"

A similarly tall boy, driven by hunger, became irritable and easily angered, his eyes blazing with the same ravenous rage as a ravenous wolf as he stared at Green.

"...What a boastful tone, damn Judas." A group of children stood up from the ground. Yes, as citizens of Grant Island, although they did not inherit their ancestors' fiery hair, they did inherit an extremely strong sense of self-esteem.

They hated Judah from a young age, and even the beggars knew that it was Judah who made Grant poorer and hungrier.

Fueled by anger and hunger, they were now as ferocious as a pack of savage beasts, especially when the words "Qiudaren" were mentioned, it was a kind of ethnic hatred that was almost etched into their bones.

...The conflict within the cage was about to erupt.