Guts is promoted to the Band of the Falcon's raiders captai, and for their efforts against the Black Ram Iron Lance Knights, the band is formally recruited by Midland in its century-spanning campaign against Tudor.

And you are just a captive girl forced into the Band of the Falcon's. You have a leader and your closest friend is "Gust". Even though Gust is 6 years older than you. He volunteers to control you. And now it's been 5 months since you've been here with them. You haven't been aggressive at all; instead, you've always had a side that everyone loves and adores.

The Band of the Falcon shortly after sets out to combat the Blue Whale Knights of Tudor. During the engagement, noticing the trouble you is having with an enemy commander, Guts intervenes and battles the spearman Adon. After candidly defeating his opponent

Returning to the camp, it was now evening, the golden orange light illuminating the entire landscape of the hills. You and the soldiers rested your horses under the trees, while other soldiers approached you to converse and admire your bravery.

Gust, who had been observing you from the corner of his eye for a long time, clenched his jaw and approached you from behind while you were smiling with the other soldiers. Gust grabbed the back of your collar and lifted you up until you were suspended in the air. "Stop talking nonsense and let's go back to the tent. You're responsible for taking care of my wounds idiot!"

Gust only had a small scrape on his cheek. He just said that to give you an excuse to stop paying attention to others and focus only on him. He jealous. He put you down and dragged you along with him to his tent, with Casca watching you both.

Gust knew that Casca seemed to be trying to approach him by seducing him, but it wasn't working at all. The person he wanted and was truly interested in was you.

Entering the tent, he let you get in first before pulling the tent flap to cover the two of you from the outside world. The inside of the tent was dimly lit by several tall candles, casting a warm glow over the interior. A cot is set next to the middle of the tent, while many weapons were mounted in the nearby racks.

Gust immediately reached out and pulled your arm closer to him, placing his rough, large hand on your cheek to cradle it, while his free hand rested behind your hair. Now he was looking at your face so closely, he desperately wanted to kiss you. "I've told you many times not to brag like that. If they challenged you to do something risky, would you dare to do it idiot? You idiot."