I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 44. Disclosure

“therefore···”

The ‘problem’ that happened to Ino was,

“He sticks!”

“Oinone-nim, don’t you remember me?”

“It’s a memory! But Paris is calling!!”

Nothing much.

In the distance, Anchises and the others are seen running. When I put the knife in, Aeneas also put it away with a bewildered face.

Aeneas’ pupils dilated and trembled with the excitement of the battle that was still about to begin.

“…that was amazing.”

Aeneas, who has a slightly calm face, throws me a word like that, and then walks to his father.

…that’s what I’m going to say

It’s hard to say with my mouth, but the blow I gave to Aeneas was neat and swift.

A quick surprise attack that knocks the opponent out of their head by approaching them while screaming and knocking out at least one leg of an unprepared opponent.

I thought there was no way I could fail.

It would have been a big deal if I had succeeded, but Aeneas surprisingly blocked my attack.

From drawing my sword, turning my head, figuring out the purpose of my attack, and immediately switching to a defensive stance.

Aeneas would have had a hard time conserving his right leg if he had not been equipped with quickness, read numbers, and a good sense of battle.

by the way.

“Aeneas.”

“···what.”

When I call him by name without any honorifics, Aeneas turns his head away in embarrassment.

I put my knife in, but I still didn’t remove my hand from the hilt.

Glancing lightly at Aeneas, I said to him,

“What happened to Ino?”

“It was just nice to see Inone-sama after a long time. Because it’s a very childhood friend. I was going to talk for a while, but he suddenly left…”

“And Ino didn’t like it. It’s just a ‘very childhood friend’.

If the other person didn’t like it, shouldn’t I apologize?”

“…”

Aeneas’s face hardened with shame at the insults given by the slave, but he lowered his head as if he was stunned when he saw Ino’s glaring eyes, standing close to me.

Aeneas immediately bowed down to Ino in a noble gesture.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Oinone.”

“Don’t do that next time!”

“I will make sure that doesn’t happen.”

And Anchises, watching the whole scene…

“Paris.”

It was as stiff as a corpse.

Before I knew it, Theo came running near me, and all of Anchises’ attendants also gathered.

It was a little strangely twisted, but the goal of catching up with the delegation was also achieved, so it was a good time to say something.

“Nice to meet you again, Anchises, lord of Dardanos and son of Cappis.”

The title that people use to call people has many meanings, but the most important information value here is this.

Hierarchical relationship between speaker and listener.

The reason why Aeneas’s pupils shake like that is all because the slave Paris calls the name of Anchises, the ruler of a city, without hesitation.

And, on the other hand, the reason why there is no fluctuation in the gaze processing of Anchises is

“Nice to meet you too. . . .Paris son of Priam.”

It must be because he quickly accepted the new hierarchy.

Aeneas’ eyes widen.

“···What are you? Are you a prince?”

Oh Inone was like that too.

***

As the night had grown dark, Anchises had chosen to lead us quickly around the campfire rather than add further words.

Ino, the fairy, didn’t have to hide from the cold of the night, but after all, she sat around the campfire with us.

At Ino’s request, the trees dropped their withered branches and helped us to find firewood without killing.

A swaying light source crackled as it burned nearby dry grass.

“…”

“…”

“…”

And that crackling sound deepened this vague silence.

The only ones who were carefree here were Theo, who was carefully wiping his dagger with an oiled cloth, and Ino, who was running around chasing moths nearby.

. . . Anyway, it is clear that a person who is truly innocence, or rather, a fairy. Adaptation is also quick.

The three of us, Anchises and Aeneas, who couldn’t do that, watched the bonfire quietly for a while, enjoying the feeling of an elevator rider who awkwardly watched the floors go up and down in the days when there were no smartphones.

Uh… the stars are bright.

“I knew you would come. Didn’t we say we needed a guide? As expected, a beautiful and kind person does not betray his loyalty.”

The one who broke the awkward atmosphere here was Anchises, who was the brightest and most cheerful person after Ino.

When the boar meat on the skewers was done cooking, Anchises took two skewers and held out one to me and the other to Aeneas. The other one he put in his mouth and groaned.

I too cut a piece of meat with a knife and ate it with my mouth, answering Anchises’ words.

“I believe you can guess the general circumstances.”

“of course. There are flocks of doves passing by, and they are nothing short of ominous. That’s probably…”

Anchises pays homage without speaking.

“They must have been the messengers carrying the ‘king’s order’.”

“you’re right. They said they would summon me to the royal capital.”

“Then you are welcome to join us. If you don’t travel in groups, you will surely be shattered by bandits and monsters.

Ah, considering your abilities, I don’t think so. The king’s warrior is also by his side.”

I shared only one agreement with Aeneas. Even so, he nodded his head as if he was fully estimating my skills.

“Well, even if it’s not that, you need to form a group to ensure safety, so you must have had dozens of people with you to go from Antandros to Troia.

And the fact that we set off as soon as we received the king’s order at such a late night probably means that we didn’t want to create a commotion while taking dozens of people with us.”

Anchises’ eyes roll around and then turn to Theo and me.

“As a result, you probably didn’t want to reveal your true identity, right?”

“Unfortunately, that is correct.”

I eat the meat again, and I feel embarrassed when I see Aeneas, who never touches meat.

“Uh, well, the quieter the better.”

“The quieter the better… that’s right. I can agree with you a hundred times.”

Saying that, Anchises turned his head to his son.

“In Dardanos, I don’t have time to leisurely hunt and eat meat with my son. Isn’t that so, son?”

“…”

Aeneas is still silently looking at the meat. When Anchises asks, he grunts at the boar’s greasy legs.

“still.”

In an instant, Anchises’ expression changed seriously.

“That silence won’t last long. Do you know?”

“…”

This time I am speechless on my side.

Turning to Theo, he nodded.

Ino came to my side before I knew it and was chattering about whether I was really a prince.

…Come to think of it,

How is Antandros doing now?

***

“Governor, this is not simply a recommendation.”

Governor Nikis was now in a very difficult situation.

He did his best.

When sending a servant to Skleos to bring Prince Paris, he hid his identity, and when sending the prince out of Antandros in a carriage, he also tried to reduce the preparation time as much as possible.

After that, the next morning, he was somehow concocting an excuse to tell Skleos and the other citizens of Antandros about Paris’ departure to Troy.

But there was one thing I overlooked.

“All of our workers testified that they saw Faris and Theo leaving Antandros.”

It was the fact that the intelligence network planted by Skleos and Paris had already spread throughout Antandros.

Skleos was called as a guest by suspicious people, but when Paris did not return for a long time, he just inquired around.

Then, he did not expect that the bizarre fact would be revealed that Paris, who hurriedly ran out of the governor’s residence, fled north with Theo in a carriage.

Faris was no longer simply a shepherd, no slave boy, no assistant or apprentice.

Faris was, at least, the ‘partner’ of all the elders, merchants and smiths of the region… and, to be honest, the commander of Antandros.

Skleos, who lost Paris in an instant, hurriedly gathered Anoitus and the main nobles of the city and stormed into the governor’s residence.

Along with the subtle pressure that if he doesn’t explain right away, he’ll smash this official residence and your head with the hammer he’s holding.

Of course, Anoitus and the other citizens also came with swords, so if they work together, the governor could be ‘disappeared’ or ‘naturally killed’.

in other words,

“Hey guys, calm down for now. Aren’t you the famous and noble people who lead this city?”

Philip’s son Nikis was now in a desperate situation.

Instead of following Paris to the royal capital, he was on the verge of crossing the River Styx with his deceased father.

“… Governor Nikis.”

Skeleos opens his mouth slowly again.

“As I just said, this is not a recommendation. We just want to know where Paris is and what her condition is.”

“That’s right. This is how Paris, son of Agelaos, escaped Antandros!”

“Governor, just because the banquet to celebrate the completion of the road has passed, you don’t really think Paris is no longer needed.

The expansion of the forge must not be stopped yet, and the boy is the only one memorizing the design!”

If you’re going to work like this, give me a chance to make an excuse.

At that point, when I was in the middle of talking with the servants, they rushed in like they were about to break down the gate…

“Certainly, he wouldn’t try to steal Paris and build a new forge in another city!”

“To steal away the boy favored by Hephaestus! It is blasphemy that deserves death!!”

Slowly, the blades begin to come out.

You have crossed the limit of how much you can remain silent.

Governor Nikis closed his eyes tightly. After all, they are the residents of this city who have been roasting and supporting Paris for several years. You can’t be fooled by a half-baked lie.

“Paris… has gone to Troy.”

“···what?”

“My God, he must have been accused of treason!”

“In the end, they sent envoys from Troia and even kidnapped them?”

“Then, I have to get it back! How many of our troops…”

“···no.”

sh*t. If they keep going like this, they will kill Anchises, bury him somewhere, and then kidnap Paris again.

“There is a different reason Paris-sama was called.”

sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

“Why did you always add the word ‘nim’ to the boy’s name…”

“therefore!!”

exclaimed the governor.

“There was no other reason for calling Paris, the son of Priam, from Troy!!!”

. . . as it will be.

***

-‘Anchises, who always serves his master with loyalty and respect.’

Priam grinned at the first line. It was an inappropriate sentence as the beginning of a letter that should be short and concise.

It was a sentence that was more like Anchises than anyone else.

Anchises was a delicate and romantic cousin. Such a person who writes so much on such a small piece of cloth and does not miss such grandiose greetings and clichés.

However, Priam was not such a romantic person.

He quickly skipped over the initial rhetoric and moved on to the main point.

-‘···After joining the prince, we are heading to Troy. I think we will arrive at the capital in less than ten days.’

and the last line.

-‘If you wait until then, we will be able to see the old face of our lord again.’

“…a face I miss.”

To be honest, Priam did not miss their faces.

At most, these are the people I met a little over fifteen days ago.

It wasn’t that they had been away for too long, nor did Anchises set out on an unpromised journey somewhere unknown.

Even now, if I closed my eyes, I could remember Anchises and Aeneas, whom he sent off, and each of the family members under them in detail.

however···

One face was an exception.

“···Paris.”

Son’s name, which he did not attach.

I didn’t miss that face either. More precisely, it was close to the unknown.

For a brief moment, holding the child’s throbbing body was all he had shared with his second son.

Those small hands, round hair, and a face that doesn’t stop crying as if this world is still unfamiliar and fearful.

clear eyes.

resemble Mrs.

Everything he would have seen then would have been different.

The name he had chosen in his heart was also replaced by another unfamiliar and unfamiliar name called ‘Paris’.

His hands, which were like porcelain toys, must now have calluses from hard labor,

The feet, which were shiny and smooth like the feet of a pot covered in silver, must have grown thicker too.

Only, those eyes would not have changed.

Eyes that are clear, deep, and when you’re lost in thought, the vortex of the soul springs out of them beautifully like a star exploding.

Priam loved his wife’s eyes.

And, I hoped that I could love my son too.

‘I should prepare to meet my son.’

Priam called the eunuchs who had served him for decades, his bodyguards.

And whispering this and that, he began to work.

The preparation work for the second son to meet after 10 years.