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?"

to face him, the smile disappearing from his face. Now, he was radiating thick, practically palpable killing

who you 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 enough to make me want to kill you. So if there is someone

Scholar's eyes widened.

but the

you bleed enough to overpower whatever residual scent the

shrieking on the ground, his leg broken with one strike from the flat side of the young soldier's sword.

Scholar was done

in such stark contrast with his usually graceful demeanor

gave him a calm look and said in a

"Wait for me here."

him down the path, soon disappearing behind a rock outcropping. After a few minutes, terrible screams

was left alone,

this is

how sudden Scholar's demise came to

later, Hero was back, acting as though nothing had happened. But it

firewood out, the

We need

knowing what to say, Sunny gave him a nod and headed

were only two

of stupid, but Sunny

was much easier than scaling the 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, was not far

silence for some

your fault.

was a few steps ahead, so Sunny couldn't see

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

one of us feels

trying to rationalize their actions, always desperate to maintain an illusion of righteousness even while doing most foul things.

an answer, Hero

like to talk, do you? Well,

didn't speak again after that, each preoccupied with their own

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