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Griffith.

“Puck,” he said.

Guts stopped.

The wind did not mourn.

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

The rope holding the bell snapped.

“Clever,” he said quietly. “You think I won’t kill children.” Griffith