Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 320 Fate plays tricks on people

In short, Green never knew how he got out of that house that was practically cooking him, but he knew his face must have been redder than a steamed crayfish.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Once he can leave the city, he'll flee Windam tonight. It's too terrifying; I don't want to see him again, that kind of thing!!

Moreover, he also learned that the child was Griffith!

Oh no, he's only been in this world for a few years and he's already flirted with the big boss. He was even thinking of dragging Guts down with him in this world.

Green didn't even dare to think about what would happen if that guy remembered him after the Eclipse. He was neither Guts nor Emperor Rickett, so how could he possibly survive?

That kind of thing... it's like a tonic!!!

While feeling utterly devastated, Green slunk back to the hotel. By some strange twist of fate, Green was unaware that he had thus escaped a terrible ordeal.

.........

Meanwhile, in a mansion somewhere in Wyndam, an old man passed away.

Following Hillidmon's dying wish, Griffith buried him in a cemetery belonging to the Church of the Kings, where a priest recited prayers for him, wishing him peace.

By the time they finished all that, the first rays of morning sunlight had already illuminated Wyndam.

Griffith planned to use the gold coins to order a set of armor from the blacksmith, which wasn't particularly fancy but was very practical. After selling the house, he could expand his workforce. The white foal he kept in the yard was the one Hillidmund used to teach him horsemanship, and now it had grown into a strong stallion.

...It seems he's about to start his own life and must say goodbye to his mother.

When Griffith finished with the funeral arrangements for Hillidmon and returned to the familiar red-light district along the alleyway, he found it surrounded and ransacked by guards.

Griffith gripped the sword at his waist, his heart pounding.

Several guards were pushing trembling prostitutes onto a carriage. The windows on the second floor of the brothel were smashed, and the tattered lace curtains swayed in the wind.

He instinctively retreated into the shadows of the crowd, only to see Karina being dragged out of the gate by two burly men. Her pale red dress was covered in mud, and her usually meticulously styled curly hair was now disheveled and plastered to her face.

Another terrifying-looking man was taken away. He was pale and weak, his thin body wrapped in bandages. His skin was the color of someone who hadn't seen the sun in a dark, damp, and cold environment. His short blue hair was grayish-brown, and his sunken eye sockets... ruined half of his face.

That person... seems so familiar.

Seemingly sensing a gaze, Kadi raised his heavy head and looked at the crowd. His small blue eyes were now so clear and bright, completely different from his deep blue.

For reasons unknown, Kadi smiled at the owner of those eyes; the smile, with its cracked lips and terrifying face, was hardly attractive.

The emaciated man was locked in a prison cart and taken away. Karina, who was supposed to be locked up with the group of prostitutes, broke free from the guards and ran onto the cart that was holding the thin man.

When the woman hugged the disfigured and broken man, a hint of relief appeared on her face.

Griffith felt as if he had been doused with cold water. He couldn't understand why his mother, who had always taught him to "do everything possible to protect himself," would make such a choice.

Just by thinking about the assassination attempt on General Bai Long's wife, one should know that... anyone involved with the assassin is doomed to die.

It was truly unexpected that he lost all his loved ones in just one day.

"...What a shameless woman, actually getting involved with Judas's assassin."

"Haha, this is great. The brothel workers are out of work, and the other prostitutes and clients will be questioned. The mercenaries staying here tonight are also unlucky."

"...yes."

Griffith watched the prison van drive away, ignoring everything else, and withdrew from the crowd.

...He didn't understand. He just felt a tightness in his chest, and a complex and sad emotion surged towards him, making him really want to escape.

The onlookers paid no attention to the silver-haired child, who was running desperately toward the castle.

Green was nearly knocked down. Just as he was about to angrily rebuke the man, he realized that the boy seemed somewhat familiar, but the silver-haired boy seemed to have already run far away.

Green then looked toward the brothel he had visited yesterday, only to find it had been raided and searched when he entered the crowd; the brothel was now completely empty.

Who are they? How did those soldiers find their way here?

The three unemployed mercenaries they had encountered that day were jokingly asking a bald, richly dressed man for a reward.

...I see.

Alas, fate is fickle, Kadi. It seems I can't save you this time either.

...in reality, they wouldn't save them.

The blunder has been cleared up; saving him would do Green no good and would only cause him trouble.

Green chose to respect the fate of others; he had no interest in helping this former enemy.

"...Fate is cruel."

He only learned of the assassin's discovery during the search of the brothel not long after, and rushed over there in a hurry. He was even bumped into by the boy. I guess Griffith knew about this.

It doesn't matter to him; he doesn't really care what the ring is for.

The big boss of this world doesn't need my concern; I should just focus on living my own life.

Green returned to his stall and continued hawking bread. He had been selling for three or four days and had almost sold out.

“Let’s leave once the city opens. Midland and Juda are about to go to war, and Juda’s civil war should be over.” Green lay on his stall, his dream of running away with his beloved was shattered, so there was no point in him staying in Wyndam.

“No problem, young master.” Jacob was still the same as before. After selling bread for a few days, he had gotten even darker and darker, and it was almost impossible to tell that he was a Pander.

"Sigh, life suddenly feels so boring." Green lay down on the floor. He really missed the good old days in his previous life when he was well-fed and clothed and stayed at home playing video games. He didn't have to think about the meaning of life as he does now.

Green slept for the entire afternoon, dreaming of the first time he met that child. The child's innocent smile couldn't be faked. That dream... was too unattainable for ordinary people.

Even with such a golden touch, Green never thought he had to achieve that kind of success.

After waking up, Green lay on the stall and stared at the clouds in the sky for a long time, suddenly feeling an emptiness in his heart.

"...Sigh, I'll go out for a walk."

Green got up, casually bought a half-mask that children love to wear from a roadside stall, put on a cloak that could be used as a scarf, and went from the market to the border between the castle and the town.

The wind at the border between the castle and the town carried a rusty smell, and rows of white dragon knights were organizing their formation; it seemed that today was the day of Miss Diana's burial.

It's very quiet here now. Everyone is busy doing business and working during the day, even the youngest in the family.

The child was indeed there, with silver, curly hair flowing in the wind, and his clothes were much better than when he was in the alley.

He looked rather forlorn, his arms tightly clasped together as he sat quietly gazing at the castle.

Green pinned the mask to his head and quietly leaned against the corner of the alley, watching the boy's back as he sat there. He watched the boy sit there until sunset.

As if he had composed himself, Griffith rubbed his dry eyes, slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and turned to leave.

He seemed to vaguely see a boy about his age standing at a corner of the alley not far away, watching him.

...It's already sunset, so who is it?

When he blinked again, the figure vanished into the streets as if it were just an illusion.

Griffith rubbed his throbbing temples, dismissing the phantom from his mind; it was probably just a hallucination. Meanwhile, on the ring finger of his right hand, faint streaks of red light meandered through the engravings of the ring.

Griffith looked at the ring that had suddenly reacted with a puzzled expression. He felt that the ring was much warmer than usual, and a strange yet warm emotion seemed to be overflowing from his ring finger.

"...Is this how you comfort me?" he muttered to himself.

The evening breeze ruffled the ends of his silver hair, and the distant chimes of the castle towers shattered the twilight, startling a flock of white doves.

He gazed at the familiar scenery and sunset, feeling a pang of melancholy.

...The bell rang; it's time to go home.

...Unfortunately, he no longer has a home.