Berserk: The Prophet

"This...this is too big..." Folda's eyes widened in disbelief.

Gurunberdo's face turned bright red as he tried to cover his private parts with his hands.

However, Folda approached Gurenberdo without any shyness, leaned forward, and reached out to touch his skin, feeling his strength.

"...Don't do this." Having never experienced anything like this before, Gurenbeldo felt helpless, but he didn't dare to push the naked Folda.

As Folda leaned forward, he felt his body stiffen even more, and all the blood in his body rushed to his lower body. He was extremely confused.

To compensate for the difference in physical strength, Folda did everything she could.

Gurunberdo's inner turmoil began to swell as his blood boiled.

What am I doing?

Gurunberdo felt as if he had made a mistake. He felt lost and disoriented.

Benedict Cuth's image flashed through my chaotic mind.

By the way, when you feel confused and lost, you can...

Folda had seen through Grunberdo; contrary to his burly appearance, she hadn't expected him to be just a pure-hearted boy.

Folda chuckled smugly. No problem, everything was arranged flawlessly.

She was one of the masterminds behind the attempt to assassinate Benedict, whom Gullenberudo cherished most.

Even the hotel was arranged in a remote location, supposedly for quiet... but in reality, it was to make it easier to quietly eliminate Benedict.

However, when she hired the assassin, Ma Dewuxiu, one of He Kun's men, happened to discover her secret. And... unexpectedly, that man had the same plan as her—a remarkable coincidence after so many years of marriage.

Professional filmmakers are much more reliable than thugs who hire hitmen, after all, it's their old profession that they've been doing since childhood.

.........

Edward traveled around Naurudkahuatti.

He visited everyone he knew, hoping to uncover helpful information, but in the end, it was all for nothing.

What exactly is the Grand Duke planning?

I am the strategist of "Dragon's Nest." Edward had such arrogance that this kind of intellectual work was naturally his responsibility. Although General Kirsten also tackled the problem from other angles, he had sworn in his heart to protect Hecker and Gurenberudo.

...although Kirsten and Gullenberudo's private conversation seemed to deliberately exclude him.

Edward strode through the side door to the guest room prepared for Gurenbelludo; there were too many things he needed to discuss with him...

Edward smelled the lingering fragrance in the corridor, and his beautiful golden eyebrows furrowed. Only one woman in the Halvorsen family could use such a richly floral rouge, and that was Folda.

Has Mother been here? What's she doing here?! This was clearly a residence arranged for men, could it be...?

Edward paused, seeing the back of Gurenbelud, who was wearing a loincloth and heading in the opposite direction from Edward, towards the main entrance.

Edward paused, startled, standing before the door of Glenberudo's guest room. He instinctively peeked through the crack in the door, his steps heavy as if sensing something. He then peered inside, only to see his naked mother...

"!!!"

Edward strode into the room, slammed the door shut, and his face was filled with disbelief.

The mother and son stared at each other blankly. Soon, Folda, like a virgin, blushed and picked up her clothes one by one.

"Mother, why are you here... and Gurenbelud, you...!!" Edward, who had been bewildered, suddenly erupted in fury, his voice filled with extreme anger and confusion.

At this moment, Folda recovered from her shock. She quickly put on her clothes and tried to explain, "Edward, it's not what you think..."

However, Edward interrupted her, roaring, "I saw it all! A man and a woman, naked and alone together in a room! What else could it be?!" His eyes were filled with disappointment and pain as he looked at Folda.

“Ask me why… I did this to protect the family… You wouldn’t understand.” Folda still tried to justify her actions, but this only made the situation worse.

...It's better to say nothing than to make an excuse.

"What do you know?!" Edward roared almost at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking from shouting.

He felt that all the beautiful memories between mother and son had become false illusions, and his heart had been torn into pieces by the beast hidden deep in his soul.

...Shameless!

"Are you a slut? Am I a slut's child?!" Edward's eyes turned bloodshot, whether from extreme resentment or extreme sorrow, it was hard to tell what was on his gentle face.

He suddenly felt he could no longer bear it; the emotions that had been suppressed deep within him burst forth like a flood, surging and violent!

"What are you saying?! I've sacrificed so much to protect this family..." Folda was furious at Edward's words, but she suddenly couldn't say anything more. Even though she wanted to defend herself, she couldn't deny her past romantic affairs.

"So what if the family is destroyed? The family crest, which was only preserved by spreading its legs to everyone it meets, might as well just mix in with the horse manure across from the brothel!!"

Edward saw the truth in Folda's undeniable expression, and approached her step by step, placing his hand on her shoulder and gradually increasing the pressure.

Seeing Edward gradually transform from extreme sadness to extreme ferocity, Folda finally revealed a genuine expression of fear.

She had never felt that her son, who was a head taller than her, could be so unfamiliar, as terrifying as a demon crawling out of hell.

“Do you know how miserable my life was in Juda…?” Edward’s voice was filled with pain and anger.

Folda trembled, unable to speak. She had never seen her son so out of control, and Edward's hands were tightly gripping her throat.

Edward took a deep, vicious breath, as if trying to vent all the resentment that had been building up in his heart for so many years. "I endure bullying and humiliation every day, while you enjoy wealth and luxury here, completely forgetting that you have a son who is the last in line to the throne. You and that man are exactly the same!!"

His eyes turned cold, and the hands gripping Folda's throat tightened unconsciously. "All of this is one thing, but what happened? In the end, you even went against my friend for that so-called power... Why?!"

"Th-that..." Fulda's entire head turned red, and she could no longer breathe.

—A father who thinks his son is worthless.

—A promiscuous mother who would sleep with anyone to satisfy her desires and lust for power.

A filthy clan of vampires who cannot understand each other...

This world is utter garbage!!

Edward's rage had reached its peak, to the point that he completely ignored Folda's condition. In the past ten years, he had killed dozens or even hundreds of enemies, but this was the first time he had ever grabbed someone by the neck with his bare hands.

Edward simply forgot that those hands, calloused from years of battles with him, could strangle someone to death if he wasn't careful.

Green, who was hiding in the closet, originally planned to chase after Grünberdo after Folda left, but unfortunately Edward came in shortly after Grünberdo left.

Green heard the argument between the two and his expression turned grim. Edward was acting like a madman; the more humble a person was usually, the more insane they became when they exploded.

Green only wanted them to finish arguing before leaving, but Folda's voice was clearly suffocating. Her hands and feet were dangling in the air as she kept hitting Edward's arm, struggling fiercely, but Edward completely ignored her.

Green watched all this in shock. Knowing he could no longer stand idly by, he disregarded everything else and suddenly rushed out of the closet.

"Edward, let go!" Green immediately rushed over and tried to pry Edward's hands off.

Edward seemed not to hear, his eyes fixed on Folda as if he were bewitched.