About two hours later, the four-wheeled luxury carriage, powered by four horses and sixteen legs, with zero emissions and no pollution, consuming only one bundle of hay per hundred kilometers, and even featuring a fully automatic driving mode, finally got underway again.
This time, though, Guts was driving, while a certain troublesome little girl named Annie, the young woman Cret, and the old priest who was the young woman's father rested together in the carriage.
That was right!
After several attempts, Guts had been forced to compromise with the "demon." To his surprise, he truly received a response from the Holy Light, and the strength of his desire to save people and take revenge had actually managed to save Cret and her priest father.
As a result, Cret and her priest father, both risen from the dead, became even more convinced that Guts was a divine messenger sent to the mortal world by God!
"No..."
"I've told you many times."
"I'm not any kind of divine messenger..."
"On the contrary!"
"The one I'm going to kill now is a divine messenger!"
And so, as the two stared at him in astonishment, Guts sat in the driver's seat beside the carriage wall, steering the carriage and speaking coldly without looking back.
And he wasn't wrong. The ones he was going to kill really were divine messengers—the God Hand, the five who were also demon gods!
They were the Archangel Void, Conrad, Ubik, the Bitch of the Deep Sea, Slan, and... the Black Wing, Femto!
Of course, of those five divine messengers, the one he most wanted to kill was the Black Wing—or perhaps he should say the Black Hawk, Femto?
Because that bastard was Griffith, the one who had sacrificed the Band of the Hawk. He was the man Guts had