Do you want to play a game of hitting people on the butt with chestnuts?
After most of the day had been spent discussing the matter, Guts, Schierke, Farnese, Caska, Serpico, and the bald Azan still hadn't managed to come up with or devise an effective, reliable, and sensible plan.
So in the end, they had no choice but to go along with the enemy's arrangements and prepare to travel to the designated location in a few days, as scheduled, to exchange prisoners.
In response, the following evening, the "messengers" who had finally been released—Isidro, whom the enemy considered to be of little value and whom Guts and the others regarded as equally unimportant, and his House-elf, Puck—naturally set off once again with Guts's reply letter, heading to the place where Isidro had been released before to make contact.
"Hey!"
"Isidro, look! It's almost dark. Do you think they'll still be here?"
"Maybe they already left?"
"It's really dangerous out in the wild at night. There are all kinds of terrifying monsters and magical beasts. I'll be fine, but you probably won't be able to hide from them once it gets dark!"
"Why don't we head back first?"
"..."
"No!"
"Puck, let's keep going a little farther."
"I remember..."
"I think it was a little farther ahead?"
Isidro looked behind him and saw that the boundary outpost of the distant Holy Light City had vanished from sight. He glanced ahead at the sun, which had already sunk below the horizon. After arguing with Puck for a couple of moments, he gritted his teeth and continued onward.
Isidro knew that the wilderness in this world had become dangerous, especially at night. But when he thought of the mission he had been entrusted with and how the old priest's life was at