The world was always so strange that it made countless people want to say, "Fuck."
In this world, Casca's "condition" was relatively stable, and she wasn't too repulsed by Guts. On top of that, there was at least a little hope.
So for now, Guts wasn't in too much of a hurry to go to Fairy Island.
In fact, at this point, he even hoped the journey to Fairy Island would take a little longer. After all, that way, at least... at least his hope wouldn't be crushed.
Yes, the archbishop of the Shafeya Church had said that the Fairy King should be able to help Casca recover, but... after everything that had happened, even the famous figures whose names he'd heard of were helpless. It was hard not to feel a little pessimistic.
In a way, keeping things suspended like this was already a kind of wishful thinking to Guts. At least his hopes wouldn't be dashed just yet.
Of course, there was another reason.
According to Lin Yun, they didn't know what kind of hardships and dangers they'd face on the way to Fairy Island. With these Greenskins to help hold them off, things would at least be a little easier.
Lin Yun clearly remembered that the Greenskins in the Warhammer world had fleets. True, those fleets were basically shoddily made contraptions built with "I reckon" logic.
But at least, as far as Lin Yun knew, the Greenskins had actually managed to cross open seas in those "I reckon" contraptions. That was the most "I reckon" thing of all.
And according to Lin Yun, the more Greenskins there were, and the more frenzied and resolute their beliefs became, the stronger the force known as "I reckon" could grow.
That "I reckon" force let Green Skin Shamans cast WAAAGH!