Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 147 Hillard

The Baqiraka clan?

But how did he know that he was Kadi's page? He had never seen this tall, thin man before.

“I think I know what you’re thinking. He mentioned it to me himself. He has a useful little gadget by his side.”

"!?" Green didn't know what to say for a moment, but the guy who had been secretly watching him in the shadows last time was definitely him.

"What a pity, he really is a stingy guy, preferring to destroy it rather than..." The masked man put his hand on Green's shoulder, his eyes fixed on the worm that was wriggling on Green's neck.

Upon hearing this, Green felt a chill run down his neck, his limbs felt cold, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

What's going on here?

"Lakshas, ​​who is that child you're talking to?" A childish voice, with the same arrogance as the Kusha people, rang out from behind the masked man.

“Oh, he’s the boy I told you about last time. I was going to take him from that man and make him your servant.”

“However, it seems there’s no chance now. That guy is quite stingy, Mr. Hillado.” The man wearing the white mask straightened his back and casually answered Hillado’s question.

It was at this moment that Green spotted the boy, who was sitting on the shoulders of one of the muscular men. The boy looked about the same age as Green. The boy from another race was clearly different from the other children. His long, narrow, and fierce eyes and tanned skin were typical Asian features.

Uh... Hillado? The one who can juggle?

"Well, what a pity. Someone who's been chosen by Laxus must have some extraordinary talent, right? How about we have a go at it?"

Hilaro was clearly an overconfident kid; a metal flywheel suddenly appeared in his hand, spinning it on his finger, and he looked at Green as if he were examining a corpse. But this wasn't entirely his fault; after all, no one his age had ever beaten him in the Basilaka clan.

Green silently gripped the greatsword on his back without uttering a word. Although he was confident he could handle Hillado alone, he didn't believe there could be any fair competition in a situation where the opponent outnumbered him.

"Forget it, young master, such a lowly servant is not worth your effort."

"...It's better to leave it to that petty man, since we've already resorted to such methods."

Lakshas stood up and suggested that even if one's body is temporarily strengthened by being parasitized by these demonic sandworms, one will not live for more than a few years.

"Huh, that's true."

Hilario was also a bit disappointed, so he simply put away the flywheel, thinking it would be a pity if this kid, who was about the same age as him, died so young.

"Farewell, kid, if you haven't been played to death by him." Lakshas gave Green a meaningful look before leading his people away.

Watching them walk away, Green's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Would rather it be ruined? Sure enough... that guy got himself into big trouble.

Just as Green was about to continue searching for the whereabouts of the Fierce Bear Gang, the sandworm on his neck began to wriggle restlessly, and a sharp pain shot straight to the top of his head, causing Green to freeze in place.

"Woo-ho!"

The pain lasted for quite a while before it stopped, and my whole body was spasming briefly from the pain. Damn it, this must be Kadi's doing. What kind of trouble is he up to now?

This must be the guy's warning, otherwise he wouldn't have felt anything for so long. Green touched his right side of his neck, gritting his teeth and panting heavily. It was really unpleasant to be controlled by someone else. He had to find a way to break free from his grip.

But now they have no choice but to follow the familiar path to find that bastard, Cardi.

.........

"...do what?"

"...Go to Juda."

.........

As the saying goes, you can't fleece the same sheep in the same place, which is not surprising for a fallen nation like Kadi, who is an enemy to both sides.

Green had no choice but to return to his tent to pack his belongings, start a fire, and cook. With tears in his eyes, he ate a large bowl of mushroom stew with dried meat, vowing that he would never have to work for someone else again.

It looks like I won't be able to reunite with Guts this time. My one-year mercenary contract with the Fierce Bear Gang is probably about to end.

"Sigh." Green's sorrow was evident in his words.

"Why are you sighing, boss?" Baziso asked, picking at the hard black bread in his bowl while munching on his soup.

"...I'm thinking about my brother."

"Is it the one you always talk about with me?"

“That’s right, it’s a pity we can’t take you to see him. We’ll be setting off at dawn.” Green looked at the dull-witted Bazzo who was just burying his head in his work and smiled bitterly. It was a pity that we couldn’t avoid our fateful ending by going to work at that time.

Perhaps... this is "fate"?

I wonder where Griffith is in Midland now? Probably still a little kid playing with sticks?

Who cares? Just make sure we don't run into him, or I'll assassinate him first. Or I'll take Gus and the others and run far away, make enough money to go to some remote, secluded place to farm, and then we'll all marry beautiful girls and have big, fat sons.

Goni...

The thought of that pretty little girl made Green's head bubble with excitement, but then she thought of that old man, Cardi... Damn it, she should think about how to survive first!

In short, after dinner, Green gazed at the clear starry sky, still harboring some unrealistic expectations for the future.

.........

【Fantasy Continent - Barkley】

Exhausted, I opened my heavy eyelids and saw the roof of Barkley's army camp. Looking at the firelight outside the tent, it seemed to be night.

"Gurgle—!" Both bodies had the same needs, but the arms of this body had already been put in plaster casts.

The pain from the burns on my neck hadn't subsided, but I had clearly applied some ointment, which had a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Aikasa was the first to discover that Grin had awakened, followed by Osman, Wolf, and their companions. They still bore obvious signs of bandaging and medication, but it seemed that some of their comrades had also perished in the previous battle.

However, these things are inevitable.

Green was deeply gratified by his companions' visit and nodded his thanks to them. As Akasha fed him thin porridge, he listened quietly as they recounted the events of the past few days.

"Ryan!"

The clanging of plate armor and the sound of footsteps approached from afar; it was Seranty and Trunks entering.

Seranti didn't seem to be in good condition. He was being helped by Trunks as he walked, apparently having injured his right leg. He looked rather comical as he walked.

Green: "...Ahem."

Seranti: "..."

Green tried to cover his mouth with his hands but found that he couldn't raise his arms to cover it. His chest and dry throat became smoky and coughed like a tractor that had been silent for ten years.

Aikasa quickly handed Green some water to drink, but for a woman who was a bit rough in caring for patients, she almost made him choke.

"...Cough cough, I'm not drinking anymore."

Seeing this, Aikasa put the water ladle into the bucket and stopped worrying about it. As long as it was drunk, it was good. These days, she had been taking care of all sorts of things for Green.

"You guys go out first."

Trunks saw the people piled up in the tent out; now it was their turn.