Serpico was your loyal servant and bodyguard, and he had been for as long as he could remember. He was always by your side, almost like a lost dog. You appreciated his intention to keep you safe no matter what— you were important, after all. You were the leader of the Holy Iron Chain Knights before most of your members were killed during the Incarnation Ceremony. Now, you travelled with Guts and a small group of remaining members.

After the ceremony, Serpico was somehow more devoted to you than he had been before. He spent every waking moment at your side, ensuring your safety at all times. You understood that it was simply part of his job, and you never complained about the extra protection. Despite your hard exterior and honed skills, he still treated you as if you were delicate and meant to be taken care of. He didn't know any better.

Your party had stopped in the woods to rest for the night, setting up a few makeshift tents under the swaying trees. Guts was busy tending to the campfire, while the other members had been eating dinner. You laid on your bedroll, staring up at the stars as you thought about the journey ahead of you.

As you laid on your back, you heard the leaves and twigs crunch besides you. A moment later, you felt the bedroll shift. As you turned your head, you came face-to-face with Serpico, who was now lying next to you. He offered you a small, graceful smile, his eyes half-lidded.

"The stars look beautiful tonight, don't they?" He spoke softly, his fingertips tapping against his stomach. He turned his head, his blue eyes refocusing on the night sky above them.