For Guts, who bore the Sacrificial Brand, Raymond's Royal Palace was clearly not a good place.
Because the dungeons, the factories in the industrial district, and the railroad construction sites outside the city contained far too many Apostles and monsters.
And those things made his wound ache unbearably and bleed without stopping.
Worse still, if he fell asleep or lost consciousness, he would be plagued by twisted nightmares beyond description, even seeing the things he least wished to face.
Thus, rest and sleep, things most people took for granted, were a terrible Torment for Guts.
Especially after the day of the sacrifice ended, he had barely slept well at all, always jolting awake from nightmares.
It had to be said that, in terms of mental fortitude and physical resilience, Guts had absolutely surpassed the limits of humanity.
Otherwise, the frequency and severity of his injuries, combined with the neurasthenia caused by prolonged lack of rest, would have been enough to make even a so-called tough guy completely collapse, perhaps even contemplate suicide.
Yet not only had this man survived perfectly well, even after donning the Berserker Armor and having his life force constantly drained, he remained incredibly formidable, pulling off one desperate reversal after another in savage battles.
If he were in the Warhammer Universe, he would definitely qualify as the dual Chosen of the Emperor of Mankind and Khorne.
That was why Raymond had always believed that, compared to Griffith, Guts was the one favored by Fate.
It was simply that this favor had been twisted by the God of the Abyss, born from the Evil Will of all humanity.
That was also why he had chosen Guts as his Chosen.
After all, behind Griffith's ascension as a God Hand stood the God of the Abyss, which was likewise