Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 298 A Bet

Seranti suddenly fell silent. Through the child's eyes, he seemed to see the dying look in the eyes of the Griffin Knights' Grand Master.

Unbelievable...

"...Perhaps that doesn't matter anymore, Mr. Seranty. You and Uncle Trunks can't protect me forever; these are things I'll have to face sooner or later." Green was naturally familiar with the mechanics of this mod.

Regardless of the starting scenario, the Prophet travels alone to Fog City, with no one accompanying him except for his chainmail and two traveling horses. He is in a hostile relationship with the Three Kingdoms, and inconspicuous assassins occasionally roam around the party.

...Green was naturally aware of the dangers involved.

"That's precisely why I need to become stronger. You can protect me for a while, but can you protect me forever?"

Seranti was struck dumb by these words, standing there stunned. All along, he had only regarded Grin as an important pawn that needed protection, and... his possession.

In a sense, perhaps this is the perspective of a guardian.

...I never imagined he would find out his true identity so early. Seranti had intended to tell him everything when he came of age; was this burden too heavy for a child not yet ten?

In a daze, the woman's words lingered in Seranti's ears.

Trunks sighed heavily: "Never mind."

He raised his hand to stop Seranti from speaking. "Give them three days to change their uniforms. Destroy all the griffin emblems, store the Silver Mist Rangers' equipment in the armory, and dress them all in the uniforms of the Holy Dragon Knights. Ryan, you must make sure they don't attract anyone's attention again."

A look of wild joy ignited in Green's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Trunks suddenly raised his iron arm. With the clatter of gears turning, a seal engraved with the Demiaris family crest was tossed onto the table: "But if you want them to stay by your side, they'll have to get past me first."

The duke's eldest son's amber eyes flashed with a cold light. "I know you need the sealing wax seal to complete the paperwork for the dye shop."

"Tomorrow morning, at the training grounds. The Griffin Knights and the Holy Dragon Knights will engage in a melee with bare-chested wooden swords. If you can withstand an attack three times your size for half an hour, I will allow them to stay."

"So, Ryan, how about a match?" Trunks waved the seal.

Clearly, this gamble not only concerns the Cavaliers' future but also Draymond Green's career trajectory. Now, he has no choice but to go all out; it's a game where he truly accepts the consequences.

Grimm glanced at the griffin riders and silver mist rangers behind him, and for a moment he couldn't make up his mind.

Koripo knelt on one knee, his armor striking the ground with a dull thud: "Young Master, we are willing to accept the challenge!"

“Very well, then it’s settled.” Regardless of Green’s response, Trunks readily accepted Corribipo’s loyalty and determination to Green.

Seranti had no desire to accept such a proposal; in his eyes, it was best to stay as far away from these people who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere as possible.

"Trunks! You're risking the child's life—"

“My friend, we both know that a true king cannot be raised in a greenhouse.” Trunks stretched, and his mechanical arm, which was adapted to his body, naturally rested on his back.

"If they can't even withstand this test, how can they protect the Child of Prophecy?" Trunks said with a serious expression.

Seranty remained silent, seemingly pondering Trunks's intentions in making this proposal.

At least... in some sense, Trunks was right.

"Hmm... since you didn't answer, I'll take that as a yes. Go back and get ready, kid, or it'll be too late if your foster father changes his mind." Trunks knew Seranty too well, so he let Green go back first.

An unpleasant conversation ended with the bet being finalized.

During his free time, Grimm spent time with the Griffin Knights and Silver Mist Rangers. The melee mainly depended on strength and agility stats, Iron Bone Strike, shield defense, weapon mastery, and proficiency in one-handed and two-handed combat.

Of course, decision-making is also an essential part of team battles.

If ten Griffin Knights and ten Silver Mist Rangers were to fight against thirty Holy Dragon Knights and thirty Holy Dragon Squires, Green wasn't very confident, since the difficulty was comparable to joining the Knights Order.

Green manipulated the mouse and opened the character attribute table.

Griffin Knight (Ancient Pande Empire): 30 Strength, 18 Agility.

Iron Bones 9, Power Strike 8, Shield Defense 6, Weapon Mastery 8.

[Single and double proficiency both 450]

Hmm... its attributes are even better than most knight orders.

Silver Mist Ranger: 27 Strength, 27 Agility.

Iron Bones 8, Power Strike 7, Shield Defense 5, Weapon Mastery 7.

One-handed and two-handed archery proficiency both at 400, archery proficiency at 450.

Unexpectedly, this group of rangers also had impressive attributes, with high base stats and agility surpassing most people.

[Note: The Silver Mist Rangers are a recommended knightly order among the Pendor Black-Armored Archers, and their overall strength is comparable to that of the Noldor Rangers.]

...I see.

It seems that both of these Pandemonium units are quite strong.

Because Green had saved up quite a few days in Barkley, the night was quickly skipped. However, late at night, a blue notification appeared in the lower left corner: [You sensed someone watching you. You didn't sleep all night and encountered a griffin guard who was also awake while wandering in the castle courtyard.]

Koripo: "Your Excellency, the late King once said before unifying Pand: 'The wings of the griffin only grow stronger in the storm.'"

...dawn.

[You've heard a rumor circulating within the Red Brotherhood: the prophesied son of Pendor has appeared at Barkley's Port Tulae, leading the Griffin Knights to slay sea pirates.]

...Very well, my mental strength hasn't recovered at all.

Morning arrived quickly, and a first-person perspective scene automatically triggered. Grimm arrived at the training ground, where Trunks and Seranty had been waiting for some time.

The bare-chested warriors were all waving their wooden swords, eager to fight. The battle formation was already set up, and they all looked very spirited.

Grimm took a deep breath, walked towards his griffin riders and silver mist rangers, and whispered, "Listen up, everyone! Although we are outnumbered, we must make the most of our strengths. You must all give it your all!"

The twenty warriors below the stage looked at Green and nodded with firm eyes, shouting in unison, "We will fight to the death to follow you!"

"On your marks!!" Trunks cleared his throat, breaking the high-spirited atmosphere between the king and his subjects.

"Then, let the match begin!!"

As the hourglass was inverted by the instructors at the training ground, Trunks gave the order, and the melee began.