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

"What might that be?"

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

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… it's

Scholar's eyes widened.

but the smell of

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

broken with one strike from the

that, Scholar was

usually graceful

him a calm look and said in a placid

"Wait for me here."

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

left alone,

is… this is too

how sudden Scholar's demise came to

though nothing had happened. But it

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

We need to

what to say, Sunny gave him a

there were only two

stupid,

thoughts. A strange feeling of

in silence for some time

your fault. The decision was mine, and mine

steps ahead, so

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

one of us

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

getting an answer,

don't like to talk, do you? Well, fair enough. Silence is

didn't speak again after that,

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