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

"What might that be?"

young soldier turned to face him, the smile disappearing from

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 among us who deserves to be sacrificed…

Scholar's eyes widened.

the smell of

make you bleed enough to overpower whatever

one strike from the flat side of the young soldier's sword. Not giving

like that, Scholar was

contrast with his usually graceful demeanor that

him a calm look and

"Wait for me here."

the older slave and dragged him down the path, soon disappearing behind a rock outcropping. After a few minutes, terrible

left alone,

this is

demise

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

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

go. We need

Sunny gave him a

only two of them

sort of stupid, but Sunny suddenly

He even had time for unnecessary thoughts. A strange feeling of melancholy descended on Sunny… somehow, he began

for

what happened. It's not your fault. The

soldier was a few steps ahead, so Sunny

actually, it's better that you don't. Just

wonder which one of us

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

an

talk, do you? Well, fair enough. Silence

again after that, each preoccupied with their

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