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."

eyebrow, trying to hide his own

"What might that be?"

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

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

Scholar's eyes widened.

the smell of

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

the flat side of the young soldier's sword. Not giving him an opportunity to recover, Hero stomped on

like that, Scholar was

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

him a calm look and said in

"Wait for me here."

disappearing behind a rock outcropping. After a few minutes, terrible screams could

left

This is… this is

Scholar's demise came to be. And

back, acting as though nothing had happened. But it was exactly that normalcy that

most of the firewood out, the young soldier put it over his shoulder

go. We need to

to say, Sunny gave

only

of stupid,

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

in silence for some time before Hero

what happened. It's not your fault.

steps ahead, so Sunny couldn't

sins… actually, it's better that you don't. Just trust me when I say that killing

wonder which one of

desperate to maintain an illusion

an

do you? Well,

that, each preoccupied

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