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."

raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his own

"What might that be?"

smile disappearing from his face. Now, he

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.

Scholar's eyes widened.

the

enough to overpower whatever residual scent

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

Scholar was

in such stark contrast with his usually graceful demeanor that Sunny felt blood turning to ice in his veins. This was…

a calm look and said in a placid

"Wait for me here."

dragged him down the path, soon disappearing behind a rock outcropping. After

left alone,

This is… this is

still couldn't believe how sudden Scholar's demise came to be. And

back, acting as though nothing had happened. But

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

We

say, Sunny gave him a

there were only two

stupid, but

A strange feeling of melancholy descended on Sunny… somehow, he began to feel that the end

in silence for some time before

feel guilty about what happened. It's not your

young soldier was a few steps ahead, so Sunny

that you don't. Just trust me when I say that killing him was an act

wonder which one of us

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

getting an answer,

do you? Well, fair enough. Silence

after that,

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