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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.
From the shadows behind the altar, children emerged. Dozens of them. Their eyes were hollow, their mouths sewn shut with black thread, and each one held a rusted knife. They moved in a shuffling wave toward Guts, silent as snowfall.
“Puck,” he said. “Get them to the next town.” berserk.manga
The iron bell fell like judgment, crushing the countess mid-transformation in a spray of ichor and broken chitin. The children stopped. One by one, threads dissolved from their mouths. They blinked, confused, and began to cry.
“What about you?”
The rope holding the bell snapped.
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. For a long moment, the only sound was
Guts turned away.
“Clever,” he said quietly. “You think I won’t kill children.” But because their eyes reminded him of someone else’s
It only carried the stench of rust and old blood across the hill where Guts stood, the Dragonslayer resting across his shoulders like a crucifix of iron. Below, the remnants of a mercenary camp smoldered—burned tents, broken pikes, and the twisted shapes of men who had laughed at breakfast. Apostles had done this. He’d arrived too late to save anyone, only in time to count the dead.