I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd - I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd chapter 107

Episode 107. family (1)

– Tack-tack-tattack. Tick-tack.

After waking up to a very familiar melody, I know what this tune I’m hearing is.

It is Mendelssohn’s ‘Wedding March’, a song that has been eaten for over 100 years at weddings along with Wagner’s ‘Wedding March’.

“The bride will enter.”

3,000 years ago in Greece, there was no such thing as a rich white wedding dress and suit.

There was no such thing as a virgin road for the bride to walk on. In fact, I don’t see it well at weddings these days.

But right now, my well-ironed shirt, tie, and tuxedo are clinging to my body.

A watch is hanging on one wrist, and leather shoes that seem like they have been worn for decades have been worn instead of the familiar sandals on their feet.

How long has it been since I’ve worn clothes like this, not fluttering thin fabrics…

When I turned my head, my parents, villagers, Priam and Hecuba, and several members of the royal family gathered and clapped.

Their eyes were focused on one place.

On the white carpet, towards a fairy walking by holding the hand of an old man.

“… Ino.”

When I reach out my hand, Ino hugs me and takes my hand. The old man who brought Ino muttered something while pointing unrealistically blue eyes at me.

After bowing to Ino’s father, Kevren, the river god, he silently sits on the bride’s side. Next to it, the gods and fairies of other rivers are gathering and chatting loudly.

“Kuhm.”

And for some reason, Skleos, who was officiating the ceremony, looked down at me while wearing a suit, then looked around and started talking.

“Does anyone object to this wedding? If there is, please stand up and speak.”

“…”

“…”

does not exist.

yes, of course it shouldn’t be.

Me and Ino turned to face each other.

“Does the bride swear to love and cherish the groom for the rest of his life?”

“yes!”

“Does the groom also swear to love the bride unconditionally for the rest of her life?”

at las.

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Looking up, I see Ino smiling under the veil. We pull out each other’s rings and hold each other’s right hands.

And, he opened his mouth.

“Yes, I swear…”

-bang!!!

“Oh… child, that can’t be.”

When I turned my head to the sudden uproar, someone kicked open the entrance to the wedding hall and walked along Virgin Road.

“Uh… uh uh…”

“Paris, the son of Priam, is the child who gave me the honor of the golden apple.”

Aphrodite is the goddess

She was dominating the crowd with a triumphant smile.

From behind, a little boy runs after the goddess with a gun. No, if you look closely, the child is flying low.

For a moment, I was dumbfounded, and the goddess walked closer and held out her hand.

“Come here. Shouldn’t you come to get the ‘gift’?”

“Goddess who rules beauty. I know very well that the gifts from the gods are sufficiently blessed and honored, but isn’t it too much for me…”

My words did not carry on to the end.

Aphrodite fires something that looks like a speargun from an unknown source. Inside, the net was spread, and in an instant I was bound limb by limb.

I struggled, entangled in the net, and Ino tried his best to break the net, but to no avail.

The goddess was stronger than I thought.

“Paris!!!”

“Ino!!! Ino!!!”

Aphrodite, who had dragged me through the net while shaking off Ino, put me on her shoulders and shouted again.

“Paris, the most beautiful boy! You’ve already captured Helen, so you can go there and live happily, right? If the most beautiful man and woman get married, what kind of children will they have?”

Aphrodite laughed wickedly.

As I struggled and screamed to escape, I was hit by a golden arrow aimed at by a child standing next to the goddess…

“Quaaagh!”

Eyes open with screams.

My whole body was wet with cold sweat. Ino got up from bed and was sitting next to me.

“are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?”

I thought about what to answer and simply said.

“huh.”

Yes, in the original dream, I couldn’t tell if I was in the dream. There’s no way Ino would be wearing a white wedding dress that would only come out after the 19th century.

There’s no way Aphrodite would suddenly kidnap me like fishing for something.

···is not it?

As a result of looking back at the behavior of the gods in Greek mythology, I realize that intrusive weddings are quite gentle.

Suddenly, I can’t sleep because of the chill on the back of my neck, but just as I hear a knock on the door.

It is said that the call fell from the palace.

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Leaving behind Ino’s worried gaze, I quickly changed my clothes and put on a cloak for going out. As the escorts wrapped around me, I was ready to go out.

“I will be back.”

After I said that briefly, I put my forehead on Ino’s forehead.

Ino’s body heat flows into me through the contact surface between the two of us. Vitality returns to my body, which had been cold and hardened like a corpse.

Now I have recovered to the point where I can smile normally.

So I smiled at Ino.

Fortunately, Ino also smiled at me.

***

Priam, Anchises, and Hector were not the only three people waiting for me in the white marble palace.

“…Scleos?”

“My lord, King Priam has called me.”

As I look towards Priam, he gently explains to me, stroking the amber armrest of the chair.

“I’m sorry for calling your servant without permission. He happened to attend a banquet held at the mansion of Anchises and invited this renowned blacksmith and chancellor to stay at the house. It just so happens that the story to be shared today seems to involve Oileus’ Skleos.”

“No, Father. Skleos rules Antandros in my absence, so I must be here. If my father hadn’t called me, I would have come here with Skleos.”

At my words, Priam smiled contentedly and nodded his head.

Of course, Skleos is needed for today’s discussion at court.

Because I have to prepare for the wedding between Ino and I in earnest.

Skleos gave me an ivory chair, stood up on his staff, and looked around.

It seems that he was still fascinated by this palace even to him, who had been visiting various places in Troia for quite a long time since his last marriage proposal.

Skleos looked at the bird cages hanging from each branch of the garden tree for a while and the rare birds inside, then cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

“Troia, Antandros, Dardanos. I dare to speak before the rulers of the three cities and the rightful heir of Troy.”

Skleos’ face glowed with some tension and pride.

“Anthandros is almost ready to begin the wedding.”

“About the renovation of the palace and athletics?”

“Both of them are already in the finishing stages. The palace will already look like new if you get rid of all the furniture and dust, and since all the players from the nearby cities are gathered, we are feeding hundreds of them with the city’s assets.”

“Still, I don’t know if my brother’s assets will remain.’

“You don’t have to worry, Hector. Your lord is wealthy enough.”

Hector seemed to admire the fact that the suddenly increased hundreds of military families were not entrusted to other nobles or tribal chiefs, but that the monarch directly managed them.

If he could feed hundreds of athletes, Antandros would not run out of wealth by inviting the leaders of every kingdom, city, and tribe.

“The palace I just told you about being completed will be about twice as big as before. We are building a new banquet hall, and we want to accommodate more than 300 people for banquets.”

According to Skleos’ description, the banqueting hall may be entirely covered with white marble, and the ornaments of its pillars may be overlaid with brass and gold.

In the center is a fountain with drinking water or beverage flowing from a silver-plated basin to keep guests from thirsting…

It is a luxury on a grand scale.

After hearing Skleos’ report, Priam smiled at me and asked Anchises.

“Cousin, did you get a reply to your invitation?”

“I haven’t heard back from everyone yet. But almost everyone seems willing to participate. Isn’t it the prince’s wedding that caught everyone’s attention?”

Saying that, Anchises winked at me. It’s shaky.

“Hmm. In any case, the envoys sent to Rhesus in Thrace have not yet returned, but the envoys sent to Ascanios of Phrygia, Sarpedon of Lycia, and Lydia and Caria are returning one by one.”

Rhessos, king of Thrace, dies in an attack by Diomedes and Odysseus.

Sarpedon, the legendary son of Zeus and slain by Partoclos, who wore Achilles’ armor.

Besides that, I hear familiar places and names one by one.

A city devastated by the Allied forces of Achaia.

The king and nobles are killed by the heroes of the Achaean allies.

I involuntarily swallowed my saliva at the long list of names.

The Trojan War was not a war in which the Achaean allied forces sat in front of it to conquer one Troy for 10 years.

Achilles alone destroyed dozens of cities, cut off the lineage of countless royal families, and reduced countless walls to dust.

Kings from all over died on the plain in front of Troy, and even those who survived lost control of their homeland during the long war and collapsed. Like Agamemnon.

it is an international

Numerous tribes, cities and kingdoms fought fiercely for survival and rights.

“…and all these guests will gather at your wedding, Paris.”

The timing of Anchises’ words seemed to give me an answer.

I quickly came to my senses and answered and stood up from my seat. The meeting of the five people was slowly coming to an end.

Hector too rose to his feet after a brief discussion with the temples of Troy about how to control the citizens during the wedding.

“Paris, thank you for your hard work.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Paris? Congratulations.”

“Thank you, brother.”

“My lord, congratulations.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Paris. Ha… a day like this will come. Isn’t it harsh that a beautiful boy like you is monopolized by a single woman?”

“ha ha ha.”

Everyone leaves the room, throwing a word at a time to me, the party to the marriage.

Somehow, I was the last person to leave the room, so I simply arranged chairs and tables to reduce the work of the slaves and crossed the threshold.

“after···.”

a lot of works.

piled up like a mountain.

If it wasn’t a wedding between a ruler and the daughter of a river god, it would have been very different if it had been a wedding between a peasant shepherd and a fairy…

I cleared out the random thoughts that had just popped into my head and returned to my mansion loosening my joints from sitting for a long time.

Ino had gone out to chat with her older sisters, so the house was only attended by attendants and other servants.

…

···no.

something feels weird

The arrangement of the statues and various bowls, which the servants must have been working hard on, is slightly distorted.

Somehow, small footprints lead to the house.

I inadvertently put my hand on the hilt.

The escorts next to me also looked around to see if they sensed something strange, and the servants gathered in groups of twos and threes and took refuge in the room.

‘… is it a robbery? No, someone is targeting the mansion right next to the palace. I’d rather be a traitor or a spy.’

When I quickly organize my thoughts and breathe deeply, my mind, which was shaken by anxiety, becomes extremely calm.

I pulled out a dagger that was relatively light and easy to wield, and ordered the escorts to follow me silently.

And when I lowered my head and brought my eyes closer to the ground, the skill I had learned as a shepherd to follow the footprints of animals helped me.

The traces scattered by the wind or crushed in direction were assembled in my head, recovering their original form.

“Someone broke in with dirt feet.”

I carefully followed the footprints without touching them. The further we walked, the clearer the direction the footsteps were heading.

Of course.

The place where I proposed to Ino.

When I opened the door and stepped into a parlor-like space, it was dark with no light source other than a torch. It’s because the space was originally designed that way. That way, the effect of the mirrors and hidden lighting is enhanced.

I checked which corner of the room the footsteps were headed for. my face hardens

…Is it a thief?

Anger rises. The silver jar to be stolen, the anger at the dare to try to rob this place in a mansion overflowing with gold plates and metal fittings heats up the head. The item here that proposed to Ino.

I slowly pushed the crack in the wall on one side. Contrary to the heavy-looking exterior, it was made of light wood so that even a child could easily move it. Originally powered by steam from the cellar, it could also be pushed by hand. like this.

I shouted as the brass beasts glistened in the light of the torches.

“Come out now! Before I kill you…”

I pause.

A wooden deer statue with split legs.

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Long deer antlers decorated with silver at the tip of its head.

hung there…

Young kid?

It’s a familiar face.

“Pa, par, Paris… big brother?”

The eyes of a child dangling dangling are frightened by me who was holding a knife and glaring at me, and they tremble.

That weak voice reminded me of who the opponent was.

“Troil…Ross?”