Berserk: The Prophet

After the dust settled, Heikel walked over to Benedict Cuth, gently patted her shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Benedict Cuth was unharmed, indicating that she didn't need to be afraid.

Then, her gaze turned to Green, a hint of surprise and admiration flashing in her eyes.

"Thank you. If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to handle this situation by myself."

Green nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Hickel's injured shoulder. "Don't mention it, we're partners. Your shoulder needs to be bandaged up quickly, right?"

He looked at Benedict, whose body was still trembling, clinging to Hecker's arm and refusing to let go.

Green already knew a little about the conversation at the palace during the day. He wondered to himself, could it be that the Grand Duke was afraid that Grunberdo and Benedict would get engaged?

What benefits does the marriage between Gurunberdo and the Duchess bring him that makes him so devoted? It feels like a huge trap.

Hickel nodded. "Yes, it'll be bandaged up in a bit. By the way, how did you realize we were in danger?"

Green scratched his head. "Actually, I don't know either. It's just a gut feeling. During the day at the stone pavilion, I heard Benedict say that there were many things that frightened her after entering the royal city."

"Oh? Your intuition is quite accurate." Hickel showed an appreciative expression.

"Maybe it's because I'm more sensitive to danger." Green wiped the blood from his face. What happened today was something he hadn't expected. He never thought these people were really Shadow Hands.

"It doesn't seem safe here anymore. Is there anything I can do?"

“Go call the guards, I have to stay here to protect Benedict.” Hikel helped the still trembling Benedict to sit down and waited for her to calm down.

Green responded and hurried off to fetch the guards. The guards arrived at the inn shortly afterward.

They began clearing the scene and questioning the guards about what had happened. Green, Heckler, and Benedict recounted the assassination attempt to the guards in detail.

The guards looked grave and promised to report the matter to their superiors.

“Hanks, could you please go and inform Glenn Belluddo?” Hickel looked at Green. Those people were definitely professional assassins, and she didn’t feel comfortable leaving Benedict Cuth alone here.

Moreover, judging from the way their hands were clasped together, they seemed to have just had a very pleasant conversation.

“No problem.” Green agreed and hurriedly ran to the Halvorsen family mansion. The bloodstains on his body had dried and looked harmless.

Fortunately, after three months of physical training, running such a distance was no big deal for Green, and he quickly arrived at the guest room where Gullenberger was.

Just as Green entered the room where Gurenberdo was, Folda from another mansion came out of her room...

For some reason, this room seemed to have been prepared for Gurenberu long ago. Not only was the bed wider, but the ceiling was also much higher than that of a normal room, and the door was also made taller and wider.

Hearing a knock on the door, Grunberdo, who was lying in bed unable to sleep, went to open it.

"Oh, Hanks, what's up so late?" Gurunberdo seemed no different than usual, except that his two fiery red eyebrows looked more furrowed than usual.

"Huff... Huff..." Despite the significant improvement in physical fitness, panting was still unavoidable after suddenly stopping strenuous exercise.

After catching his breath, Green said haltingly, "Hick... Sister Hickel, and Benny..."

"knock knock"

Before Green could finish speaking, there was another knock on the door of Gulenberdo's room.

This made Gurunberdo frown impatiently. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Folda." Folda's charming voice came from outside the door.

Now Grunberdo's brows furrowed even more, and Green was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. For some reason, Green felt suffocated for Edward because of this Duchess Folda... no, perhaps he should soon be called the City Lord's Wife.

"Uh, you guys chat first, I'll just stay in the closet."

Green awkwardly opened the wardrobe large enough to fit him, only to find it completely empty. He silently squatted down and closed the door.

Good heavens, he had no desire to meet Folda.

Gurunberdo: "..."

Okay, he seems to understand why Green doesn't want to deal with Folda.

He didn't want to have too much interaction with that old woman... something just felt off.

Gurenberdo rubbed his temples. He had been feeling overwhelmed all afternoon by Folda's antics, and only found some peace and quiet after dinner.

"...Come in."

Then Folda, dressed in a thin veil, entered the room, went straight to Gurenbeludo, and sat down.

"What, are you unhappy to see me?" Folda said coquettishly.

“No.” Gurunberdo turned his head away and shifted his position; he didn’t like the scent on Folda.

...The wardrobe had several rows of ventilation structures, so even though Green was hiding inside, he could still smell the unusually strong scent of perfume and rouge, making him feel dizzy.

"Your Highness." Seeing Folda getting closer and closer, Gurenberu had no choice but to stand up and speak in an official manner.

"Really~, soon I won't be the princess anymore, and I will belong to you." Folda stood up and moved even closer to Grunberdo. Compared to the tall Grunberdo, she was like a doll that was only half the size of Grunberdo's waist.

"I'm sorry, I don't know much about that kind of thing," Gurunberdo frankly expressed his feelings, the aroma making his head feel a little dizzy.

“Me too.” Folda assumed he was referring to the gift.

"My lord, Princess...?"

"Whether that man has ulterior motives or truly intends to pass the throne to you, I can't tell."

"You really don't... love the Grand Duke?" Gurunberdo hesitated when he uttered the word "love."

"For the sake of the Halvorsen family... the assistance of Grand Duke Hochkin was indispensable at the time," Folda said matter-of-factly. That's how political marriages between nobles are; they're all for the sake of profit.

This is especially true for so-called merchant families; if they do not have strong political supporters, they can easily fall from grace.

"I don't really understand these things."

Ultimately, Gurenbelludo was just an older, simple, and old-fashioned virgin. As for political stances and other trivial matters, Edward usually handled those.

He was really driven crazy by Edward's mother. Given the current situation... was it too late to ask Edward?

"Don't always try to brush me off with 'I don't understand,' Commander of the Knights." Folda was already eager to try out Grunberdo's Hurricane Root.

“My mother never taught me anything other than how to become stronger.” Gurenberdo felt his body become unusually stiff, while Folda’s hand had already touched his fur trousers.

“How pitiful… It seems I’ll have to teach you more things…” Folda said as she took off her clothes one by one, gradually revealing her voluptuous body that countless men coveted. Gurenbelud quickly stopped her.

"Stop! You are Edward's mother..."

Hearing the shoving and pushing outside the wardrobe, Green couldn't resist peeking out out of curiosity. He saw Folda, disheveled, tugging at Grunberdo. He knew exactly what was going on!

Help...

There's a kid squatting in the closet! Green groaned inwardly, never expecting that eavesdropping would happen to him again.

"It doesn't matter. The Grand Duke has already severed our marriage ties. He's clearly plotting something, and I have to take action..."

As expected of a seasoned lover, Folda deftly evaded Grunberdo's attempts to stop her, quickly becoming completely naked. She even helped Grunberdo undress, and as the belt was loosened, his heavy cotton clothing fell to the ground.

Some nobles would typically wear shawls or fishnets as underwear, but Gurenberudo clearly disliked such cumbersome things. Once his clothes were removed, his large, muscular body was unmistakably revealed...

"Ah, how can it be so big..." Fulda exclaimed.

Hiding in the closet, Green was nearly paralyzed by Folda's audacious statement. Indeed, women in their thirties are as fierce as tigers; even a tough guy like Guren Belludo couldn't handle her.