Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 297 Dispute

When Green met Trunks, the eldest son of the duke was sitting in a magnificent chair. His left hand, which had been severed, had been reattached by the second-generation Iron Arm improved by Fetnas. At this moment, his right hand was playing with an exquisite seal.

"Lyan, I heard you brought quite a few powerful helpers into the city. Are these two older warriors your new friends?" Trunks asked with a cryptic smile as he looked at the two unfamiliar warriors who had entered with him.

He had not forgotten the revelation given by the goddess; he knew that Grin was the prophesied son of the continent of Pendor, the destined king.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since Pence City has had any new guests."

"It's just for the dyeing business and to earn dinars when we go out. You don't need to think too much about it, sir," Green replied respectfully.

Trunks put down the seal, his amber eyes sharp: "The Red Brotherhood has been very active around here lately. With this kind of entourage, you might be getting yourself into unnecessary trouble."

“Your words are wise, sir. I will certainly take note,” Green replied.

Thranduil followed him into the room, while Trunks had already dismissed the servants and guards. As a close friend who had been with him for a long time, he could tell that Thranduil's expression was not good; it seemed that he was angry with the little thing again.

Seranti took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "You were too reckless. Will the Red Brothers let this opportunity slip by? If they find out you're connected to the Griffin Knights and the Silver Mist Rangers, they'll definitely suspect your identity!!"

Green opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Trunks raised his hand to signal Seranty to calm down.

The duke's eldest son turned the iron arm, the gears meshing with a faint clicking sound that was particularly clear in the silent room: "Now that they're here, there's no point in blaming them. But we must restrict their movements."

Koripo stepped forward, his armor clanging crisply: "My lord, we, the Griffin Knights, are loyal only to the Prophet. If anyone dares to harm the young master—"

"Enough!" Seranti's anger, which had been somewhat suppressed, was reignited.

"Your loyalty will kill him!" His voice trembled slightly, as the image of him killing that man with his own hands ten years ago kept flashing before his eyes.

Trunks pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "Thranty is right. Not to mention that Barkley's current situation is extremely tense, if the conflicts of the Pendor continent are dragged into this, Duke Principality of Pence will never have a peaceful day!"

“You shall remain in the castle for the time being and shall not leave without my orders. Ryan, the men you have recruited must be sent away from Pence as soon as possible.”

"...But..." Green was interrupted just as he was about to say something.

"The Red Brotherhood has eyes and ears everywhere, and they have been searching for the whereabouts of the Prophet. Your swaggering through the streets with the Griffin Knights and the Silver Mist Rangers is tantamount to setting your own head on fire!" Trunks' voice suddenly turned stern.

Dui, who had been standing silently to the side, finally spoke up: "Sir, we can disguise ourselves. The Silver Mist Rangers are skilled in concealment and will not easily reveal their identities."

Seranti sneered, "Concealment? Even if you change your clothes, your aura will be immediately recognizable! Besides, the insignia of the Pendor royal family is already etched into the bones of those assassins." His gaze fell on the griffin emblem on the Corribo armor, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

Trunks waved his hand: "No need for argument. From today onwards, the Knights and Rangers will remain in the castle for training and are strictly prohibited from contacting the outside world. Ryan, you handle the affairs of the dye house as soon as possible and keep a low profile. As for these people..." He paused, "...I will arrange for ships to send them away in a month."

Green wanted to say something more, but Seranti's cold gaze stopped him. He knew that he had no room for maneuver in this matter.

But... this group of people is a fighting force he can't bear to abandon.

Impossible! He couldn't possibly abandon these soldiers; they were his still-developing wings!

After a brief moment of hesitation and thought, Green clenched his fist, his nails almost digging into his palm.

The candlelight cast flickering shadows on the wall. He suddenly took a half step forward, his tone resolute and determined: "I know you're thinking of me, and I won't cause you any trouble. If you insist on not letting them stay, then I will go back to Pand with them."

Upon hearing this, Seranti was so angry that he could hardly breathe, a truly infuriating scene.

"Are you...are you crazy? What can a little kid like you do going back now?! Those guys in the Lion Realm are a bunch of cunning usurpers!!"

Greene stiffened his neck, but his eyes were resolute: "At least in Pand, I can lead them with dignity, in the name of the Son of Prophecy!!" His voice echoed in the empty room, startling the flame of the oil lamp in the corner of the wall.

Trunks slammed his iron arm heavily on the armrest of the sofa, making a deafening thud: "Nonsense! Do you think the continent of Pendor is a place for you to run wild? The Lion Realm, the Raven Realm, and the Bacchus Empire that invaded Pendor! Which of these forces doesn't devour people without spitting out the bones?!"

The Duke's eldest son's amber eyes were churning with anger, but when he caught a glimpse of Green's stubborn expression, he couldn't help but think of himself back then, when he broke his engagement and secretly ran away from his family to go on an adventure—Trunks back then was just as stubborn and rebellious.

"...The Child of Prophecy? How much do you know? How do you know you're the legendary Child of Prophecy! Don't be silly, I've heard countless stories like this when I was adventuring in Pendor! To this day, no one has ever been the one in the legend!!" Seranti suddenly felt like he was laughing in anger, and the usually taciturn man suddenly became talkative.

Despite the miracles that had appeared before him, fate played a cruel trick on him, and everything he experienced was destined to leave him with a disillusioned attitude towards the world.

“I must be! Otherwise, how could my family have found me?” Green held his head high. No matter what, the person who appeared in his dream must be a being equivalent to “god”. He couldn’t have come here for no reason.

He firmly believed that this must be the guidance of some kind of destiny.

...What's more, the cheat software has already been credited to my account.

Thran was furious, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists: "Fine, fine! Excellent!! You really think you're all grown up now, huh? I risked my life to bring you back, not so you could go and die!"

He staggered forward, his emerald eyes bloodshot. "How do you think the Grand Master of the Griffin Knights died? And why are those Silver Mist Rangers stranded in foreign lands?"

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

"...How did he die?" Green's heart tightened suddenly, and through those gloomy emerald eyes, a very bad guess surged into his mind.