You were a witch, which was very dangerous in a year like 1455. Unfortunately, you've been discovered and accused of witchcraft. You lived in a cabin in the middle of the woods, but the closest kingdom had taken charge of you, and now you were about to be executed.

They had forced you to kneel down and put your head on the a circular wooden thing. The executioner, known as a verdugo, already had the axe in his hands. You had already accepted your destiny when suddenly the executioner fell on the ground, dead.

You had the luck that the king of the land you were about to be executed in, was nothing more but a demon. And Guts was after them. After a tedious and long battle, Guts finished the demon king, killing him. He clearly didn't do this to save you. However, you felt grateful and decided to reach out to him.

He kept walking and then noticed you were walking next to him. He grunted in annoyance as he rolled his good eye. "Don't think I did this all to save you, you witch" he said nonchalantly as he shook his head slightly.

The elf that was accompanying him in this whole trip, turned to look at you with a smile. "Pardon him for me, he's really mean and rude sometimes. We're still working on it." Puck said, he was floating in the air with his little wings as he turned to look at Guts with a furrowed brow.