Berserk: The Prophet

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"Giddy up!" "Giddy up!"

A light cavalryman was traveling through the snowy plains of Juda, observing the terrain as he went. When he saw the campfires rising from the tents, he knew he had arrived at his destination.

"Xu..."

Is Commander Gambino here?

"Yes, I'll pass on the message for you..."

When the soldiers of the Fierce Bear Regiment saw Juda's light cavalry approaching, the atmosphere in the entire camp became tense, because light cavalry usually meant that a battle was about to begin.

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"Bang!" "Smack!" "Bang!"

"Uh-huh..."

Guts' sword was knocked from his hand by Gambino and flew out of his grasp, then was kicked into a snowdrift by Gambino.

"Hahaha, what are you doing, kid? Did the winter freeze your hands?"

Gambino continued to mock Guts as always, who had been kicked into a snowdrift and was nowhere to be seen.

"Ugh... Pfft, ptooey!"

Gus then poked his head out of the snowdrift, clutching his stomach, shook his snow-covered head, and spat out the snowflakes from his mouth.

"Captain! Commander!"

"Huh? What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?" Gambino slung his sword over his shoulder and looked at the soldier. Guts also turned to look at him.

"Juda's messenger is looking for you."

"Okay, I'm coming right away." Gambino simply raised an eyebrow; in his mercenary career, war had long been commonplace.

"I've made money again." Gambino stroked his stubble-covered chin, shouldered his sword, and walked outside.

Guts watched Gambino disappear into the distance, then quickly crawled out of the snowdrift, grabbed his greatsword, and chased after him. Grimm had been gone for more than three months, and he wanted to know if there was any news of his brother.

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"...That's it. Organize the troops and ambush them in the forests by Lake Leningrad. We must inflict heavy damage on the Tumer Knights and the Aklo Knights before they join forces with the White Dragon Knights..."

"Of course, no problem, just leave it to our Fierce Bear Heavy Armor Mercenary Group!"

"By the way, this should be a letter from your adopted son, right? He said he's doing well with his recent missions..."

letter? !

Guts' eyes lit up when he heard this. There were soldiers from the Fierce Bear Legion guarding the door, and they were discussing important matters inside. The two guards stopped Guts from entering, so he had to wait outside. However, he could still vaguely hear what they were talking about.

"Alright, that's it. Let's get ready to set off."

"...No problem." Gambino stared at the wax seal on the letter, lost in thought. Six years had passed. Even raising a dog would create feelings. As long as he was still alive, that was enough.

"Then I'll go back and report. The army will assist you."

"Take care, it's nothing. If you hear any rumors, remember to ask someone to let me know." Gambino smiled and saw the light cavalryman out of the tent, then stuffed a few silver coins into the cavalryman's pocket.

These days, there are plenty of people who have already withdrawn from the main army, yet are still clueless on the front lines. The principle of having more informants means having more chances of survival is one of Gambino's war lessons learned during his mercenary career.

"No problem, I'll cover it!"

The cavalryman chuckled, pocketed the money, mounted his horse, and the two exchanged polite farewells. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were old buddies. They waited until the cavalryman rode away.

"Gambino!! Is there any news about Green?"

As soon as Gambino finished his work, Guts eagerly inquired about Grin's whereabouts. Although he was a bit slow-witted, he wasn't stupid; how could he have been gone so long just to deliver a message? And there was even talk of a mission...

Gambino glanced at Guts, who was barely waist-high, and then tossed the letter to Guts with a look of disgust.

"Tch, I can't read. You can find someone to tell you when you have time. Hurry up and get ready, we're about to leave."

Guts quickly caught the envelope that Gambino had thrown down his hand, looked at the letter carefully, and showed a rare warm smile. However, he was in the process of losing his baby teeth and had lost all his front teeth. Even when he smiled, his mouth was lisp. He looked a bit chubby, but it was rare to see the childlike innocence that a child should have on his face.

"Tch, keep it safe."

Gambino was amused for a moment by Guts's toothless smile, then turned and went into the tent to put on his armor and prepare to lead the Fierce Bears on a mission.

"Ok!"

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"Bastard!?" *Crackling sounds*

The wine glasses shattered on the floor, some even hitting Baka in the face.

"I'm sorry, Master Dioka, it must be that boy who doesn't like the young master..."

"Enough! I don't want to hear your endless nonsense. I was hoping the Dioka family could produce a knight, cough cough cough..."

"Father, please don't be angry. I think... Baron Bacca didn't mean it this way..."

Lord Dioka, Wins, was so angry that his old ailment flared up and he coughed violently. Dioka's eldest son, Martin, immediately tried to soothe the old man, while his gloomy and calculating eyes gleamed as he looked smugly at Baka.

Baka, kneeling on the ground and not daring to raise his head, had no idea of ​​the scheming in the eyes of the eldest son, Martin. He thought the eldest son was speaking up for him.

Upon hearing this, the old marquis coughed even more violently, and even coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Get out!! All of you get out! Cough cough..." Old Marquis Wins could only calm his grief over the loss of his beloved son under the care of the maids.

Martin bowed slightly to indicate his departure and left, a smug look in his eyes.

Ha, old man, he's so old, and he's still thinking about adding rivals to his family. It's just that the Ent family is lucky; the old man has kept a close eye on them all these years and hasn't had the time to get rid of the child.

After all, his mother died young, and if the Marquis above him were replaced by someone else, then his status as the legitimate son would be gone. Fortunately, that child was unlucky, which saved him from getting his hands dirty.

Baka took the opportunity to leave.

"Young Master Martin."

"Huh?" Martin, who had been stopped by Baka, was surprised.

"Thank you for getting me out of that situation..."

"?" "Tch, it's alright." Martin merely glanced at Baka with disdain, chuckled, and turned to leave.

He should thank Baka for his oversight; otherwise, he would have had to find a way to get rid of that annoying little thing himself. Every time they met, the little thing would yell at him rudely and even tore up his carefully collected art books, which the old man treasured. He couldn't say anything about it, and it was really annoying.

Without his son, what waves could that lady in the backyard possibly stir up? Ah, her future career looks bright. The gloom in Martin's eyes dissipated considerably in an instant, and his steps became increasingly firm and powerful.

Even if Baka were incredibly stupid, how could he not understand that it was a disdainful laugh? His fists clenched tightly, his teeth clenched.

He remembered this grudge.