I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 18. Quest (3)

A nine-year-old breaks the skull of a colleague with a hammer.

It would rather be an unreal, no, surreal scene enough to appear in a comedy movie. That’s what I was guessing too.

If so, how absurd would it be for those who watched the whole scene from the sidelines, those who witnessed the crushed head of a colleague just collapsed on the side of the hallway?

“Ugh, aaagh! monster! A monster, a monster…”

“Is he dead? really···?”

I was able to fully guess that through the astonished reactions of the men in front of me.

Correspondingly, I pretended to be bluffing, pretending to be hiding my super strength, and bluffing pretending not to panic.

Of course, I’m nothing… but this hammer wasn’t like that.

It is a tool and weapon given by God himself. It kills the enemy while swinging on its own.

Even the weight changes freely. It is a certain fact that the heavy hammer I used to wield would not be able to crush the head of an adult man at once like it did just now.

I could only guess how great this was. This could kill them all…

– Whoa, whoa!!

“Quaaagh!”

-bang!!!

“Quaaagh! My, my legs… my legs…”

The hammer broke the leg of one enemy in the opposite direction of the joint. Either the doctor comes and amputates that leg, or you bleed to death before the doctor comes.

“Turn it off, ugh…”

And given that she passed out from shock, the latter is probably more likely. Now that there is only him left, a man who appears to be Cassius’s brother climbs over the corpses of his men and approaches me.

“you you···.”

Still, the emotion that twisted his eyebrows was anger, not fear. Is that the story of seeing all the ball fields before the birth? What can a human who tried to kill his brother and steal his property do?

But if it were me…

“If it were me, I would have withdrawn. If the opponent seems to be blessed by God.”

“Shut up! Son of a b*tch, I’ve been working for you all my life, and now I’m finally getting to the top.···”

right there. He had the boldness not to be eaten by fear, but he had no composure to control his anger and impatience. Maybe that’s why I can’t beat my brother.

I slowly gave strength to the hand holding the hammer. And wait for this hammer to fly at that foolish man…

-thud.

What the f*ck, why is it getting so heavy all of a sudden?

No matter how hard I tried, the hammer that suddenly hit the ground wouldn’t budge. Just as other hammers of this size and weight would not budge from the power of a 9-year-old.

Have you lost your strength? Could it be that the battery is draining?

As soon as he realized that something was wrong with me, the man smiled and I walked over.

“You don’t have that magic hammer anymore?”

then run away

A 9-year-old child cannot avoid being attacked by an adult who jumps in with all his might.

Here, after all the hard work, are you going to die for the second time?

I closed my eyes and reflexively moved my hands forward. Please, kill me with a single knife without pain.

“Quaaagh!”

out of nowhere screaming.

When I gently opened my eyes, I saw a dagger lodged between the man’s neck and shoulder.

The man painfully backed away without even pulling it out, as if he knew that if he pulled it out, he would die of blood loss.

Even though he knew that he had no choice but to die because the blood leaked out anyway.

“… sh*t.”

Those were the last words that came out of his mouth along with froth of blood.

I turned around blankly for a moment at the corpse, which had collapsed with a loud sound, and found Theo, covered in blood, walking towards me. Behind them, Cassius, Polemon, and other attendants were seen lying on the floor or sitting exhausted.

My brother came closer to me.

Unknowingly, I took a step back. Seeing that, Theo laughed as if nothing had happened.

“are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

As usual, like when you come over to my house to see your parents after tending sheep, like when you share rabbit porridge with me.

“You were worried.”

killing so many people

I, now… like this…

It’s hard.

It’s scary.

I sat down as if my body was losing strength.

The sense of killing people, the sense of tearing people’s flesh and bones with a knife and hammer, crushing them, and turning them into porridge made even the marrow go numb. It would have been less embarrassing to rummage through the maggots with bare hands.

Physiological reluctance that precedes moral reluctance.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!”

I finally vomited after smelling the scent of blood all around me. Theo patted me on the back.

“are you okay. It’s okay now. Because I defeated all the dangerous people and the scary people…”

Uh… I’m afraid of hyung the most. Please wipe the blood off your hands and tell me.

– Dada dada dada.

-bang!

As I was so panic-stricken and floundering in nausea, I heard dozens of footsteps again without giving me a chance to rest.

Come to think of it, they said that there were about 50 people left in the mansion, and since the number of people who died so far is roughly 30, about 20 people will come to kill us.

My legs were shaking. In this state, can we hit the enemies in a state where everyone is tired like this?

And between the marble pillars and whitewashed walls, the owners of the footsteps approached.

“Tea, I found it!”

“It’s Cassius and the others!”

Armed with light spears and wooden shields, faces relieved at seeing us. Doesn’t look hostile.

These are the city’s militia.

A greeting that looked like a field commander, dressed most tightly in a breastplate and helmet, struggled in front of us.

“What about the other people in the mansion…?”

When Theo asked, he answered nervously.

“Everything was dealt with. All who can be caught alive will be captured and brought to justice by the laws and authorities of this city.”

Joe’s way of reporting, no matter who heard it, Theo frowned for a moment before continuing.

“…This child doesn’t look well. They’re not trained soldiers, so we somehow managed to stop them, but we’re tired too.”

“What are you talking about? Barely stopping it, that…”

“We are not ordinary shepherds. Wherever.”

Even if you are a great warrior or commander, it is difficult to become a good actor.

Hearing Theo’s words, the commanding officer opened his eyes wide for a moment, looked at me and Theo, and said more awkwardly.

“Oh, oh, yes. It must be crazy that I used honorifics for a slave. Now, you guys can rest. We’ll clean up the scene. If the jury needs your testimony at a later trial…”

“Call me anytime. By the way, I’m more worried about Mr. Cassius and his attendants than about us insignificant slaves.”

“Yeah, I see.”

what?

Why is that commander acting to Theo’s beat like that?

Is Theo an ordinary shepherd? Did you just block it? An ordinary shepherd killing twenty men and giving orders to the city’s militia?

Everything, from one to ten, makes no sense.

There is something. Something, something strange… my head… my energy…

I’m tired.

***

“…the child passed out. take care of Take them to Skleos-sama’s forge.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Take care of the rest, and tell others who need to tell you. I am a ‘normal’ shepherd. a slave There will never be a case like that again, okay?”

“yes. I apologize for my mistake.”

“Okay, go to Mr. Cassius.”

“yes.”

The commander had a general sense of the immediate situation, but he knew nothing of the details. With a face that seemed hard to comprehend all this, he left to support Cassius.

“Go… that’s okay. Not my case.”

“no. Take Cassius and the attendants to the doctor!”

“All right!!”

Soldiers searched everywhere, recovered the bodies, and arrested the surviving remnants hiding in corners. Evidence from the scene was collected, and nearby passers-by were controlled.

And some supported Cassius. Cassius walked with a limp, relying on the arm strength of the soldiers, clutching his thigh, which had been stabbed by the knife.

And outside the warehouse, I saw a corpse in the hallway.

His brother died with a dagger stuck between his neck and shoulder.

He clicked his tongue once for the foolish loser and looked into those empty eyes for a moment.

Then he looked at the iron that had killed him, the dagger that the young man had magically thrown and took a human life.

When I picked him up, I could see the sentence ‘She bought us’ written on the blade. Even the engraved horse head pattern next to it.

“…that’s interesting.”

Cassius walked toward the young man watching the fainting boy being carried away.

The soldiers supporting him panicked, and blood soaked his clothes and bandages as he walked, but Cassius didn’t care much.

“Look, I forgot your things.”

Cassius lightly threw his dagger. The blade stayed in the air for an instant and shone fiercely, but Cassius was not at all worried that the dagger would hurt the opponent.

-widely.

“It is dangerous.”

I knew it.

A young man named ‘Theo’ caught the dagger in the air as quickly and calmly as a snake snatching its prey.

The sword slid out of his hand and into the scabbard at his waist as naturally as an apple falling to the ground.

After performing such feats in front of Cassius’ eyes, the young man Theoran walked in front of him.

“…”

Cassius wondered if he had anything more to gain from this young man. I thought about why the king’s soldiers wandered around the trivial colonial city outside the capital, what the secret plan was hiding, and how to make a sophisticated inquiry.

“… Cassius-sama, uh, uh, is there a reward for that? hahahaha.”

Until he was suddenly confronted with the servile, inelegant attitude of a man named Theo.

He realized after a moment of bewilderment at the gap between the sharp-eyed warrior and the deft slave.

“Embarrassingly…”

Lee Ja still seemed unwilling to take off his unconvincing mask of being a ‘slave shepherd boy’.

“hahahaha… that’s shameless. For lowly people like us, going to and from such a splendid mansion is a rare experience, but didn’t you even fight for the king here? Even if it’s just a small piece of gold, how can it be…”

Indeed, he seemed like someone who had never harbored any great ambitions in life.

There was no trace of reason in the glance of Cassius’ gold ring or necklace.

If he hadn’t seen the amazing battle just now, he wouldn’t have thought of anything else when he saw the handsome but humble shepherd in front of him.

“Here it is.”

Cassius agreed to accompany the play anyway.

A gold ring he was wearing soared into the air, deflecting sunlight. Theo snatched the ring away like the dagger from earlier and laughed happily.

However, if you look closely, you can tell.

It was an incomprehensible smile.

***

When I woke up again, everything was over.

Neither the mansion, which was thickly fogged with the smell of blood, nor the corpses that had been egged were to be seen.

There were only familiar people gathered under the familiar ceiling of the inn attached to the smithy.

“…you’re awake.”

Uncle Skleos saw my eyelids open and recited that, and my mother hugged me tightly.

“Oh, you were worried! How could you get caught up in something like this…”

“I am sorry. I didn’t expect that the conflict within Cassius’ family would break out so quickly.”

Skleos licked his lips bitterly and apologized to me and my parents. I shook my head.

“are you okay. How many more times will a blacksmith’s assistant face something like this? It was just unlucky.”

After I said that, my parents searched all over my body to see if there were any injuries. Surprisingly, there were no injuries in the uproar.

In the midst of this and that conversation between Uncle Skleos and his family, a commotion arises outside.

Looking back, the two men in question were approaching.

Brother Theo…

And Polemon, Cassius’ servant. Even in the melee, he managed to come this far without being killed or seriously injured.

Polemon came to the side of the bed where I was lying and said quietly with a hard face.

“The owner asked me to look at the condition of the child, so I came. How is the child?”

“I am fine. thank you.”

“That’s fortunate…”

I answered Polemon’s trivial question, and when I turned my head, I saw the shocked faces of my parents and uncle.

I quickly realized why. You still haven’t thrown away all the modern senses you’ve accumulated over the past 20 years.

Send a servant to visit you because a slave is injured? For something that doesn’t even belong to you?

Upon realizing that fact, I also looked up at Polemon stupidly in a bewildered mood.

Polemon bowed to Skleos with his injured body, befitting a loyal and strong servant who protected his master in the midst of chaos.

“This may be a difficult request… but I need a child. Would it be possible?”

“Do you need it?”

At the unexpected question, Skleos raised his right eyebrow, and the others stood still, not knowing why.

It was Theo who broke the silence and spoke.

“There is someone who wants to meet a child.”

“Who the hell was trying to meet a slave child who came back from the dead? ”

“Someone the child already knows.”

someone I already know?

Polemon looked at me and said, as if anticipating the question that would follow that puzzling statement.

“Boss, that is to say, Cassius’s only son, #$$%, wants to see you.”