I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 27. plan

Everyone was worried, but I didn’t get sick or have any problems with my body. Not so trustworthy doctors of this era came and examined her, but the result was the same.

“Probably, I was nervous and exhausted and collapsed. Don’t worry, Dad.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to rest a little more?”

“My physical condition is not bad. There is nothing more to rest.”

“Lie down for a while. Because the human body is often more fragile than you or your doctor realizes.”

I felt sorry for continuing to occupy my place while pretending to be a patient near Uncle Skleos’ workshop, but I couldn’t help it when the uncle himself spoke so strongly.

So I still lie down in the priests’ quarters, covered with a soft blanket made of wool instead of straw.

It was still the time when the sun had just begun to set its head, and the sparse constellations outside the window had not faded.

I was able to find some whitish light clouds there.

“…it’s over there.”

Pleiades star cluster.

Seven bright stars stand out in the cluster, but only six are normally visible to most people.

The Greeks explain him because the seven sisters of Atlas became stars.

It is said that among the seven sisters, Electra dimmed the light because she could not see the destruction of Troy, which her son founded.

But now, all 7 stars are bright and clear to my eyes.

Indeed, I fell for the Aegean civilization before the Trojan War.

Once again, the proof that the experience on Olympus was no illusion is bittersweet.

Is fate really inevitable?

maybe.

What if you run away with your family to a mountain valley and live in hiding by digging up and eating grass?

What if I hit my head against the wall right here and die?

What if they fled to the distant kingdoms of East Asia?

There have been a few people who have tried that. A typical example…

“···Oedipus.”

The unfortunate hero struggled to avoid the prophecy of killing his father and marrying his mother, but the result of his struggles made the prophecy come true.

There’s no guarantee that I won’t either.

Troy is destroyed by war.

Paris dies. It is natural that it is the cause of the war.

Most of Paris’ biological parents and siblings either die or are taken into slavery. The ruined royal family had better not leave their roots behind.

Up to this point, I can at least understand. These are the parties to the war. but···

Who is the man next to me now? What about the people of this town?

Uncle Skleos and the others? What about Ino, who can’t escape because he’s a mountain fairy?

I didn’t know why so many people had to be killed, injured, and dragged away.

Before I am a prince, I am a shepherd and a slave boy.

Even if war comes tomorrow, there is nothing I can do.

If you want to prepare . . .

‘I have to prepare thoroughly and for a long time.’

Exactly how many years the Trojan War will come is unknown. Maybe 3 or 4 years? Or 10 or 20 years?

However, it is certain that no matter how much free time you have, it should not be wasted.

There’s nothing I can do right now, but I won’t be in the same state when the day of war comes.

Is it inevitable that it will perish? If so, I’d rather hit you head on.

At least I will avoid the disastrous consequences of defeat and genocide in war. Perhaps it could delay the fall of Troy by hundreds of years.

so, it should be made

“The resources I have…”

I take a nearby clay board and jot down rough notes with a twig. Since it was a priest’s room, there were a few writing utensils.

basic premise. There is nothing an ordinary shepherd boy can do.

But if you think about the three resources I have, the story changes again.

I am no ‘normal’ shepherd boy.

First, I am a blacksmith favored by Hephaestus.

As a blacksmith, if you manage strategic resources and achieve technological innovation, the effect will surely be powerful.

Especially if you consider the situation of the ancient Aegean civilization, where steel was scarce.

‘But I can’t.’

Because blacksmiths are easy to get stuck on.

I am reminded of Skleos’s broken left foot. The status of a blacksmith is not enough.

If I return as a prince, I will have to play an active role as a general, but if I have a foot disability, Troia will lose one general. No blacksmith.

…But the technical innovation part isn’t bad, Kip.

If I can offer something great for Troia, it’s probably future knowledge.

The only position where that future knowledge can be utilized best is the blacksmith for now.

The next resource I have is…

– “You can speak comfortably. I have no eyes to see, and I owe you my life many times. After all, the hardships you went through this time are also because of me.”

Second, Anoitus.

I am acquainted with the son of Cassius, a great merchant in the royal capital of Troy.

I can use him If I become a prince someday

Did Paris, who was transformed from a country slave into a prince without any foundation, exert a great influence in the original history?

No way.

Even if he is the second son of Priam, there is already an outstanding eldest son, and many princes under him act as skilled field commanders and politicians?

There was no room for Paris to stand.

However, if there is already a royal guard with great authority in the capital, the condition may change again.

On the contrary, if you have the confidence not to be eaten by those strong supporters.

however.

‘No matter how much I develop advanced technology and dedicate it to Troia, even if there is a strong royal guard, it’s not enough.’

If it were not for my personal powerlessness.

Fortunately, there are resources to fill that condition.

My third resource.

Even without training, he is the most elite warrior who can wipe out dozens of strong men single-handedly.

Considering the various aspects he has shown so far, he may also have the ability to command the field… The best teacher I can serve.

A talented person who can act as an escort for my personal comfort.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening is heard.

“Brother Theo?”

“Ah, Paris… I thought I was sleeping, did you wake me up? I just thought I’d leave a vase next to me.”

I carefully and silently watched Theo with a shy expression on his face as he left the room.

And after confirming that Theo’s footsteps were moving away from the hallway, he continued writing notes.

You have to embrace that human.

If I’m going to prepare for war, I must enlist the strongest warrior I know.

***

Q: There is someone who has been monitoring me under King Priam’s orders. who’s the culprit?

I put together a puzzle in my head while thinking about Theo who was talking about the king in the temple of Zeus.

Did Theo report my every move to Troia? If you say two words, you nag.

If I choose to be a blacksmith or go to the royal capital, what if King Priam knew it all?

What attitude will King Priam show toward me?

I don’t know, but wouldn’t it be suspicious if a prince other than Hektor, the enemy’s eldest son, showed an attitude as if he was preparing for war and raising funds?

Even with that in mind, I had to embrace Theo.

Because Theo hyung is an obstacle to me, a human resource, and my number one recruiting target.

It didn’t take long to be discharged.

After I got better, I started snooping around Uncle Skleos’ smithy again and doing chores.

But to my surprise, Theo didn’t come to protect me.

‘Have you ever left? Well, did the mission change?’

Then you can’t…

When I asked my parents, “Te, Theo? They seem to be walking around the fields as if they’re busy with work these days, so don’t bother looking for them.” It sounds completely unreliable.

Avoid me.

because? Because I revealed my identity.

But Theo didn’t leave. Obvious.

Theo would always carry a bottle of sheep’s milk with him whenever he stopped by my house. I don’t know if it was for the role of ‘a country boy running errands’ or if there was a note or something inside…

I secretly engraved a number on each bottle of sheep’s milk and smeared it with soot.

And just like that, every time I woke up, the barrel disappeared.

It means that my parents and older brother Theo only changed the contact time, but they are still in contact.

But if I pretended to be asleep and ran out, Theo could have run away and never come back. Then it really sucks.

In this case, there are ways.

“I can’t do it… You mean the older sisters are always complaining that it’s bothersome to look for you.”

“First of all, Ino? Ask the other fairies where Theo is. It’s good to know if there are places you go to regularly every day.”

“Oww, okay! Since it’s your request, I’m giving it to you specially!”

As Ino quietly sings, the breeze changes direction and the grass begins to make a steady brushing sound as it lies towards Ino.

The tree branches lean toward Ino slowly, rubbing the leaves as if whispering something…

“It will take a while, so wait.”

“okay.”

I didn’t know.

To think that the ‘a little bit’ in that ‘it takes a little bit’ would be 3 days.

I should have thought that fairies live for hundreds of years.

A long time later, when I was carrying a bag full of goat’s milk to the warehouse, Ino came running from afar.

“···I found it!”

“okay? where are you!!”

“I’m going to go to that northwest hill sometime around early evening!!”

“Thank you, there is only you.”

“Is that all after making me suffer?”

I suddenly started running after Ino, who grumbled but was delighted with the praise.

It wasn’t too far in the early evening, and it was a bit tight in the hills to the northwest.

As the sun breaks in the west, the fields begin to glow from pale green to near-orange.

The grass, swaying in the rustling wind, seemed to follow the waving mane of the sun.

And between those idyllic landscapes.

someone sees

I jumped in from behind to prevent him from escaping. Theo noticed my presence with bright ears and turned around, but it was too late.

“Brother Theo!!!”

I called out so that my brother could not escape.

Are you going to run away from here?

So, would you completely make my suspicions true?

Wasn’t it because I still couldn’t leave here that I wandered around here, even making excuses that didn’t make sense to my parents? Because you can’t give up monitoring me?

Soon, I ran into my brother Theo, who was sitting on the grass, up close. Theo hyung made a noise and stood up from his seat.

My older brother is trying hard to show off his usual bright smile. His characteristic thread-like eyes open in the shape of a crescent moon.

And I said to that smiling face.

“So, the king sent you? King Priam?”

Theo’s smile hardens in an instant.

“You said it was the king’s name. I told the merchant that if you don’t release me, you’re going against the king’s order.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I have been to Olympus. What do you think you haven’t heard? If you pretend it never happened, do you think I can hang out with you?”

Theo bit his lip very lightly and let go.

I quickly cut off my older brother before he cleverly changes the topic.

“Why were you spying on me?”

After asking this question, Theo eventually gave up acting completely and put on a hardened face.

“…isn’t it dinner time? Let’s go home slowly. Your parents will be worried.”

I tried to keep my expression when I heard the word ‘parents’.

I thought of my parents, who would have been chopping firewood and trimming arrows without knowing anything by now.

Back then, like when time stopped.

And on the other hand…

–“…If that’s the case, just throw it away. to find no one Just hide…”

He remembered his crying mother, Hecuba, the queen of Troy.

-“Goodbye.”

I recalled my real father, King Priam of Troy, who said goodbye to me with a face contorted as if my arm had been cut off.

When I didn’t even dream of his words, Theo held out his hand toward me as if his heart was sweet.

If I silently hold that hand, can I continue to live as a slave shepherd who knows nothing?

No way.

Instead of holding Theo’s hand, I raised my head and looked directly at Theo.

“The king’s warrior, Theo.”

I thought how funny it would be for a 9-year-old kid to pretend to be serious, but Theo’s face wasn’t what it looked like when he heard the kid’s voice.

“As the prince of Troy, I will give you orders.”

Theo’s face gradually turns into a look of astonishment. I spit out a single word, trying not to tremble.

“Hide me.”

***

My brother Theo and I walked a long way back to Uncle Skleos’ forge.

Using the excuse of stopping by the house for a while, the two of us came to the old secret forge and locked the door.

The forge provided by Hephaestus was untouched, except for a little dust. After blowing off the dust accumulated on the chair, I sit down on it.

Neither Theo nor I could speak for a while.

Killing me was the best thing for the survival of the Trojan kingdom, but it was already too late.

The golden apples had already been given to Aphrodite, so even after I died, the other two goddesses’ wrath could turn to Troy.

Whether it be war or whatever, the disaster that will befall Troy is already counting down. No one will be able to stop it.

. . . Be prepared.

“Aren’t you supposed to call me a prince now?”

“…do you really do that?”

“no.”

I couldn’t imagine seeing Theo holding me up as a prince.

I’m not going to advertise everywhere that I’m a prince, so I shouldn’t do that either.

“I will ask you something.”

“What.”

“What’s the name of the town where Uncle Skleos’s forge is located?”

“what? You mean you never knew?”

“tell me.”

“Anthandros.”

Antandros, that was the name of the city where it all began.

I took a deep breath quietly.

One step has already been taken.

There is no turning back, so you shouldn’t hesitate even for a moment.

When I turned to look at Theo, his narrow eyes looked down at me sharply.

What is that person thinking now? What can I do to be on my side with that person who seems to put Troy and the royal family first?

Simple.

“It may sound absurd at first.

First of all, listen.”

Let’s emphasize that I am a member of the royal family. Let’s make them think that my safety is the safety of Troia.

Only then can I make my own a man who is willing to enslave me for years at the king’s command.

I quietly raised my right hand. When I closed and opened my eyes, the hammer was in my hand.

“Teach me how to fight.”

I am the one who will destroy Troy.

And, I am the only one who can save Troia.

Theo’s narrowed eyes widened.

***

The battle on the day I was kidnapped was largely treated as having been fought not to ‘rescue the prince’, but to prevent ‘blasphemers trying to invade the temple of Zeus’.

In fact, many commanders and soldiers only arrived after seeing the signal of the pigeons sent by Theo, and it was easy to hide the truth because there was no way to know the details.

Uncle Skleos sent me back home, as if he had received news from Hephaestus that ‘Paris doesn’t have to stay in the city any longer.’

everything has been restored

“Carl, listen.”

Except for one thing.

At my brother Theo’s command, I raised with both hands a small dagger fit for a nine-year-old.

“Don’t let the tip of the knife shake. Hold tight, but don’t strain your hands.”

“How is that possible…”

– Whoa! Whoo!

“like this.”

what, what It seemed like the knife had just turned three times in the air and cut a block of wood with a single knife? Is it an illusion?

“How wonderful! As expected, he’s a hero with a history of defeating 50 people single-handedly in our mansion!!”

…A training ground lined with the dagger I held and countless practice dolls.

Of course we don’t have the money to provide for anything like this, it’s all built out of Anoitus’ pocket.

“It is overrated. I just scared and kicked out 10 of the handymen, but I didn’t deal with all 50 of them.”

To that extent, Theo bowed his head and shuddered in humility at Anoitus’ praise. As such, the eyes of the hero otaku Anoitos shine even more.

I followed Theo’s example and corrected my posture.

So that the tip of the sword does not shake, so that the point of the sword does not shake…

I lightly moved the blade.

Waiting for a war that may unfold someday.