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Guts didn’t slow his stride. “You’re an apostle.”

The countess rose, her form beginning to twist, flesh bubbling into chitin. “I think you’ll hesitate. And hesitation is a wound I can open.”

Puck zoomed ahead, became a faint glow against the gray. He returned quickly, face uncharacteristically grim. “Standing, but… you should see it.” berserk.manga

For a long moment, the only sound was the creak of his leather glove tightening around the sword’s hilt. Then he lowered the blade. Not because he couldn’t swing—he’d cut through worse than puppets. But because their eyes reminded him of someone else’s. Judeau’s. Casca’s. His own , once, before he learned that some monsters wear human faces and some humans wear monster’s armor.

“That village three miles east. Still standing?” Guts didn’t slow his stride

He walked into the darkening woods, the brand on his neck throbbing a dull, rhythmic ache. Behind him, the children’s sobs faded. Ahead, the trees grew twisted, their bark weeping sap like amber tears.

She smiled. “The Hundred-Man Slayer. I was told you’d pass this way.” And hesitation is a wound I can open

The small elf fluttered from behind his cloak, where he’d been hiding from the wind. “Yeah, boss?”