In the southern borderlands of the Kingdom of Midland, within the Lymia territory, the Kushans had already brought the flames of war and chaos here.
According to hearsay, the main fortress and most of the towns in Lymia had been overrun by the Kushan army. It was even said that the old lord had been killed by the Kushans.
Guts and Annie obviously had no idea whether those rumors were true, nor did they care. All they knew was that there were stinking corpses and refugees fleeing for their lives everywhere along the road, along with all kinds of ruined walls and buildings left behind by the war, as well as lingering smoke. As a result, Guts had to stay busy every night, because one undead spirit after another, or some corpse affected by the brand behind his neck, would come looking for him.
Fortunately, it was daytime now, so in Annie's opinion, that idiot Uncle Guts would probably be able to keep quiet for another dozen hours or so.
"??"
"Hey..."
(ω‖)
"Uncle Guts!"
(°ー°〃)
"We've been out for several days already. What are you trying to do, wandering around aimlessly like this?"
(﹏,)
Of course, although there were no spirits or demons swarming after them during the day, there was still Annie, the "Watcher."
See?
The two of them had not been traveling for long before Annie grew impatient again and started pestering Guts.
"And another thing!"
(ˇεˇ)
"Where are you planning to go?"
(ˇˇ)
Annie had been wandering around with Guts for several days since leaving the blacksmith Godo's place for the second time. Yet apart from wandering around to the south and constantly killing evil spirits and demons at night, Guts seemed not to have done anything productive at all. After keeping watch on him this