As Mozgus and his men continue their witchhunt for heretics, Farnese can't help but feel a twinge of doubt. Meanwhile, Guts unexpectedly encounters a familiar face, who brings ill tidings.
And though it shames me to admit,
ومع أنه من العار أن أعترف بالأمر
So beschämend es sein mag,
gibt es selbst unter meinen Rittern
Y aunque me avergüence admitirlo,
Y aunque me avergüence admitirlo,
Et même si j’ai honte de le dire,
bien des hommes,
E, per quanto mi dolga ammetterlo,
e embora me doa admitir,