I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd - I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd chapter 115

Chapter 115. princess (1)

“Brother, what do you think?”

All the guests have now left.

Since the trivial courtship and requests have been completed to some extent, this wedding has spawned numerous allies and enemies at the same time.

“I have to think about it for a while. Be calm and careful It’s not a matter of you, it’s a matter of the country.”

It produced the opposite result to what was originally intended, but it cannot be said that there were no results. Thanks to that, I was able to distinguish those who were definitely on our side and those who would not be on our side.

And all this happened for one reason.

“But didn’t my older brother and Aeneas-nim marry the person they wanted?”

“That’s because the marriage of those two was in line with the interests of the family. You… The marriage talk you heard is a completely different story, Deiphobos.”

Marriage talk from Deiphobos.

So, the marriage that Agamemnon proposed.

As Hector assists me, Deiphobos hangs his head as if speechless. Because what he said was the truth.

Outside the railings of the galley, purple waves rise and sink again.

Although the marriage of Aeneas and Creusa seems to have been made freely by the will of the two, it would not have happened if Anchises had stopped it in the middle.

If it had not been for Anchises and Priam’s judgment that the relationship between the two would help unite the direct and collateral line of the Dardanos dynasty, that romance would have been easily torn apart.

And me and Ino… needless to say.

Wasn’t it for Troia’s sake that the wedding, which had been postponed for so long, was brought about so suddenly?

As Hector explains the situation step by step, Deiphobos, who was very excited, also softens little by little.

In fact, it is natural to be so excited.

If he becomes the son-in-law of the king of Achaia and no one else, Deiphobos will not be able to remain a mediocre prince even because of Agamemnon’s prestige.

Agamemnon will have to lend his support both physically and mentally to making Deiphobos a monarch, and it will be the same for us, who should have to save face.

Build your own city and territory with the support of both royal families.

The far-off goal of “founding a nation” was on the verge of being achieved in one fell swoop, I couldn’t help but be excited…

“Dephobos, I believe in you. My dear brother whom I have seen for longer than anyone else. But, before you are my brother, you are my father’s son, and our father is the king of Troy.”

Hector appropriately binds Deiphobos’s ambition and soothes him step by step. He knew how to center others.

“On your shoulders are citizens, cities, and even kingdoms. We have a duty.”

“I understand, you brothers are right.”

“Good idea.”

Hector gently pats the calmed Deiphobos on the shoulder and turns his head.

“Cool your head for a moment and think about it.”

Beyond the prow, you can see the plain… and the city rising in the middle of it. Ahead of it flows the great Scamandros River towards the sea.

“Let’s continue the rest of the story at the palace.”

After Hector said that, he kept his mouth shut.

I looked at Scamandros with Hector, then looked again.

A galley painted black, moving alongside our vessel.

The Iliad records that over 1,000 such ships landed on the coast in front of Troy, with dozens to hundreds of people aboard.

It is said that as many soldiers as ‘flower buds and leaves met in season’ filled the plain where the Scamandros River flows.

It was probably one of the 100 ships that Agamemnon brought there.

Judging from the elaborate carvings of Poseidon’s wife Amphitrite and her son Triton on the fore and aft, respectively, it may have been a captain’s ship.

anyway.

Iphigenia is riding in it.

Originally, Agamemnon was to be sacrificed as a sacrifice for angering the goddess Artemis.

Agamemnon’s eldest daughter.

***

“All the men in Troia are handsome.”

“that’s right. Although not as good as Paris, Deiphobos is also handsome like Apollo, right? Do you remember the way she brushed her curly hair at the princess and smiled while showing her white teeth?”

“···remember.”

“That’s it! If you are a person who will live your whole life, shouldn’t you make people happy from the first time you see their face?”

The ladies-in-waiting combed her hair, which had become stiff from the sea breeze, with combs.

There were a lot of tangled hairs here and there, and Iphigenia let out a low-pitched scream when the hair got caught in the comb. Even on a rocking boat, the ladies-in-waiting skillfully tidied up the twisted and tangled hair with their bare hands.

…but it still hurts where the hair was pulled.

It was the same with the men’s issues that the ladies-in-waiting were talking about.

The handsome face, soft voice, and strong body of the prospective husband, who were sung by the ladies-in-waiting, did not comfort the mind.

The difference in appearance between Priam’s second son, Paris, and third son, Deiphobus, was also obscured now. Little things like Faris’s jawline being slimmer and more elegant than Deiphobos’s didn’t matter.

…

‘…A little, maybe important?’

Iphigenia, lost in her thoughts for a while, shook her head to drive out her thoughts. Then, listening to the cries of the seagulls roaming the beach, I gather my scattered thoughts again.

my father said

-“Daughter, I am the king and you are the princess. Do you know what that means?”

Iphigenia replied that she did not know. Then the father smiled with a sad expression.

– “Hagisa… The world seen by people who paid the price of blood and obtained it with difficulty must be different from those who were simply born that way.

Even if it is not your chosen position, you are the princess of Mycenae and the daughter of the King of Kings of Achaia.

It’s a position you’ve earned at the cost of the pain your father went through until he defeated his enemies and rescued your mother.

all for me and for you To see you grow up happy after you were born.

Daughter, are you happy now?”

She was able to answer that question without hesitation.

-“yes. I’m happy. My father is kind, and my mother cares about me more than anyone else in the world.”

After hearing that answer, the father continued talking with a complicated look on his face.

-“okay. You are the princess of Mycenae. It’s a position that countless people have paid the price for. You were able to grow up happily in this palace thanks to that.

. . . Not many people have that kind of luck. What I didn’t enjoy

So, my daughter.

Sometimes, we have to take responsibility for what others have paid.

Can you take responsibility for your position?”

Iphigenia said yes.

As a result, I am now sitting on the deck of this creaking galley.

He wandered in front of the Scamandros Plain, where he might live his whole life.

“Iphigenia-sama, they say we are approaching the bay soon. It looks like you should prepare for landing.”

“Yes, I understand.”

She took a deep breath and blew courage into her chest. I tried to look around my body with dignity and dignity as a princess.

You will do well.

You will be happy in your new home.

Believing so, she

I took another step into the territory of Troy.

***

The attendants and attendants brought by Iphigenia, the first princess of Mycenae, the strongest country in Achaia.

And high-ranking envoys befitting the seriousness of the matter of proposing a marriage alliance.

In addition, the attendants and attendants brought by the envoys.

Envoys of three digits in size arrived at Troy, went to Antandros, and returned to Troy.

…Originally, there were safety and cost issues, so while the wedding was in progress, people talked about escorting only the important people to Antandros while leaving the others alone in Troia.

I enforced it. I even paid all the expenses myself for Priam, who expressed disapproval, and Hector, who was concerned about the danger.

What do I believe in leaving Agamemnon’s gangsters in Troy, where the royal family can’t control it?

Anyway, Iphigenia and her attendants entered the throne room, looking around to see if Troy, which they had to leave after only a few days, was strange.

“Welcome guests from abroad.”

Iphigenia opens the door, looks left and right, then pauses. The gaze of the many elders, eunuchs, princes and princesses, all of which were focused on him, seemed stunned.

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Looking at it, I was convinced.

‘He’s not familiar with politics.’

From trivial things, from forcing a smile for someone and trying to please someone.

In a big way, it is to win or manipulate the hearts of others, and even to move the masses with political causes.

A person who is unfamiliar with such things will be revealed from the face.

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Like Iphigenia in front of you right now.

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Looking at the frightened face, Priam makes eye contact with Anchises, who was next to him for a while, and then quietly gestures around.

Soon, with the sound of coughing, the elders retreated, and dozens of princes and princesses also rose from their seats and headed for the door behind them.

And when the door slammed shut behind Iphigenia, the nervous woman turned her head away in surprise.

Excluding the attendants, slaves, and guards watching us from the corner, there are only six Trojans left in the throne room.

Priam and Hecuba, rulers of the city,

Anchises, lord of Dardanos and Priam’s first vassal;

Hector, who is almost certain to inherit the throne,

and me.

There···

Deiphobos, the party to the marriage talk.

“To the noble Dardanos and the descendants of Tros, the strangers from Mycenae pay homage.”

“Since we had a celebration, I am sorry that I have not been able to properly treat you for a long time. I am afraid that my family and city will be dishonored for neglecting to receive guests like this.”

“no. Rather, he invited us to a banquet we were not invited to and showed us all kinds of rare spectacles, so we were only honored.”

When the envoys who approached the princess greeted each other, Priam and Hecuba responded in turn, and there were other ceremonial conversations.

One by one, step by step, like stepping on the stairs.

We are ready to get to the point.

Only then, the envoys back away again, and Iphigenia cautiously steps forward.

Priam sees the princess still curled up like a cat in an unfamiliar place and strokes her beard lightly.

It was not his turn this time. Hecuba, standing next to Priam, slowly opens her mouth.

“Welcome the princess from Mycenae.”

“thank you. It’s my first time receiving hospitality like this, so I don’t know what to do, so I might break etiquette…”

“Without the first there can be no second and third, and without immaturity there can be no maturity.”

Hecuba treats the princess with a soft smile.

“So, relax.”

“thank you! This city is really beautiful. I am really happy to be here.”

“…I’m glad you liked Troia.”

Now it’s time to move on to the next step.

“Anchises, son of Cappis, lord of Dardanos.”

“Bar, nice to meet you.”

“I am Hector, son of Priam.”

“I have heard a lot! You are a great hero.”

“My name is Paris, the son of Priam. Welcome to Troia.”

“···ah.”

···ah?

Everyone in the room notices a slightly complicated expression on the inexperienced princess’s face.

“He, Paris, I sincerely congratulate you on marrying your beautiful wife.”

“Oh, thank you.”

It’s got to be complicated.

If fate had really twisted strangely… she might have been courting me right here and now.

But now that wasn’t even important.

“De, this is Deiphobos.”

“…That’s nice to meet you…”

“…”

“…”

This moment is the most important.

In silence, the two looked at each other.

I could see that they couldn’t make proper eye contact, and that they were following each other’s outlines, clumsily looking around.

Then, for a moment, as if by mistake, when the eyes of the two met, I saw.

Ambition and desire in the eyes of Deiphobos.

And, something like a certain determination hardening in the eyes of Iphigenia.

Soon Iphigenia, who seemed to have made up her mind, opened her mouth.

“Are you . . . my husband-to-be?”

***

“Be careful, Deiphobos.”

“mother. I know it because I heard it from my brothers. After all, you have to think about the family and the city.”

“No, you don’t know. Prudence is not just deferring judgment until the thought is over.”

Hecuba held the shoulders of Deiphobos, who was taller than her, and slowly opened her mouth.

“Prudence means knowing responsibility. like your father! Your grandfather couldn’t do that, and that’s why the country is ruined!”

Hecuba admonished in a restrained voice. Neither I, nor Hector, nor Anchises, nor Priam, nor anyone stopped her.

Deiphobos is still about the age of a junior high school student. An age where if you can see a goal in front of you, you can’t see anything else.

At such an age, such admonition is necessary.

“When I first got married, there was no such wonderful palace. It was full of misery and tears. What made all of this pile up was the will and responsibility to silently carry the things on your shoulders.

Son, my son, I know your dreams. If your mother doesn’t know, who knows? But isn’t your mind trying to make judgments too quickly?”

It is a theory. Deiphobos, who shrank for a moment at Hecuba’s words, said while looking at Priam this time.

“However, I also thought a lot. Agamemnon of Mycenae sent his eldest daughter unexpectedly. I’m talking about giving out huge gifts. Doesn’t that mean it’s urgent?”

“But just because the other person is in a hurry, there is no reason to rush us into judgment.”

“You’re right, but I’m not talking about that! As Agamemnon, son of Atreus, he presented us with an offer most difficult to refuse.

What enmity will Agamemnon harbor toward us if we refuse this marriage talk?”

To be precise, ‘debt’ is more important than Agamemnon’s personal grudge.

We insult Agamemnon in the eyes of other cities and kingdoms by ignoring Agamemnon’s enormous gifts and his own daughter at his doorstep. It’s actually an insult.

Also, if it had reached the point of sending her daughter away, the marriage conversation would have progressed considerably in the eyes of others. In such a situation, it would be disrespectful for us to reject Agamemnon’s offer.

This time, Deiphobos begs Hector’s eyes.

“Brother, you said to think about the interests of the family, right? How could my marriage with the princess not benefit our family? Surely Agamemnon is the strongest king in Achaia?”

“…it’s not just against it. There is a point in your words too. But we may be on the verge of war. It remains to be seen what effect bringing Agamemnon into this will have.”

“but···”

finally.

Deiphobos looks me in the eye.

“Brother Paris, what do you think?”