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."

an eyebrow, trying

"What might that be?"

turned to face him, the smile disappearing from his

are, Your 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

Scholar's eyes widened.

but the smell

make you bleed enough to overpower whatever residual scent the

fast that Sunny barely had time to react. Hero lunged forward with a speed that seemed almost inhuman. A moment later, Scholar was shrieking on the ground, his leg broken with one strike from the flat side of the young soldier's sword.

Scholar was done

brutality of Hero's actions was in such stark contrast with his usually graceful demeanor that Sunny felt blood turning to ice in his veins.

a calm look

"Wait for me here."

the path, soon disappearing behind a rock outcropping. After a

was left

is… this is too

Scholar's demise came

though nothing had happened. But it was exactly that normalcy that unnerved

Scholar's rucksack and throwing most of the firewood out, the young soldier put

We

gave him

there were only two of them

was sort of stupid, but

feeling of melancholy descended on Sunny… somehow, he began to feel that the end of this nightmare, whatever it

silence for some time before Hero

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

few steps ahead, so Sunny couldn't

better that you don't. Just trust me

which one of

trying to rationalize their actions, always desperate to maintain an illusion of righteousness

getting an

to talk, do you? Well, fair enough. Silence

after that, each

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