Shadow Slave

Chapter 12

Right now, that obstacle was looking down, avoiding Sunny's gaze. His hand was resting on the sword handle. As always, the young slave had no idea about what was going on inside Hero's perfectly shaped head.

The uncertainty was making him nervous.

Finally, after some time had passed, the soldier spoke:

"I have only one question."

Both Sunny and Scholar stared at him while holding their breaths.

"Yes?"

"You said that one of us must be sacrificed to save the other two. Why him? From what I see, you are far closer to the grave."

'A great question! I was just about to ask it myself.'

Sunny turned to the older slave, trying very hard to suppress a mocking grin. But to his dismay, Scholar had an answer ready.

"Before the first attack, he was already bleeding because of your senior's whip. During the attack, he was drenched in the blood of a fellow slave. His cloak, too, was soaked in it when the previous owner died. The boy already reeks of blood. Keeping him alive will put us in danger. That's why he is the best choice."

The grin died before reaching Sunny's face.

'Curse you and your big brain!'

Scholar's reasoning was appallingly solid. Hero listened, his expression growing darker with each word. Finally, he looked at Sunny, a dangerous light shining in his eyes.

"That is true."

Sunny felt his mouth getting dry. Cold sweat was running down his spine. He tensed, ready to act…

But at that moment, Hero smiled.

"Your logic is almost unassailable," he said, unsheathing the sword. "However, you failed to account for one thing."

trying to hide his own

"What might that be?"

turned to face him, the smile disappearing from his face.

Grace. I also know what you've done, and how you ended up a salve. Just one of the revolting crimes you have committed would be enough to make me want to kill

Scholar's eyes widened.

the smell

it. I'll make you bleed enough to overpower whatever residual scent the boy

broken with one strike from the flat side of the young soldier's sword. Not giving him an opportunity to recover, Hero stomped on his other leg, and a sickening sound of shattering bones could

that, Scholar was done

contrast with his usually graceful demeanor that Sunny felt blood

soldier gave him a calm look

"Wait for me here."

dragged him down the path, soon disappearing behind a

left

this is too

still couldn't believe how sudden Scholar's demise

later, Hero was back, acting as though nothing had happened. But it was exactly that normalcy that unnerved Sunny

the contents of Scholar's rucksack and throwing most of the firewood out, the young soldier put it over his

We need

gave him

were only

sort of stupid,

mountain wall. He even had time for unnecessary thoughts. A strange feeling of melancholy descended on Sunny… somehow, he began to feel that the end of this nightmare, whatever it might be,

for some

about what happened. It's not your fault. The

few steps ahead, so Sunny couldn't see his

you don't. Just trust me when I say that killing

one

actions, always desperate to maintain an illusion of righteousness even while doing

getting an answer,

talk, do you? Well, fair

didn't speak again after that,

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