The Dragonslayer came off his shoulder in a smooth, terrible arc. “Come take it.”
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. berserk.manga
Guts sheathed the Dragonslayer across his back. Drew a smaller blade from his belt. And in one motion, without looking, hurled it past her head—into the beam above the throne. The Dragonslayer came off his shoulder in a
That forest again.
“I am Rosine’s memory ,” she said, tilting her head. “The countess of these ashes. And you, Guts, carry something I want.” Her gaze dropped to his chest. Not the brand—the beast inside it. “That darkness. It’s delicious.” Not because he couldn’t swing—he’d cut through worse
The small elf fluttered from behind his cloak, where he’d been hiding from the wind. “Yeah, boss?”
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.”