I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 92. age of heroes (1)

On Hector’s chariot I dozed off for a moment.

Once I woke up, I was inside the castle gate, and the frightened men carried me on a stretcher.

The turmoil of the battle had moved into the city, and there were still a lot of little boys running around excitedly, and the men who had been striking the gong announcing the start of the battle were now shouting the end of the fight.

The women ran around carrying clean cloths to cover the wounds of the wounded, and the healthy soldiers carried the wounded somewhere on simple stretchers.

After a few days like this, the excitement will subside and the city will resume its daily life.

But until then, the streets will be as noisy and crowded as they are now.

To the patient’s body, the clamor was detrimental.

Adding to that, the swaying sensation of the stretcher makes me vomit for some reason.

I closed my eyes in pain, and when I woke up, I was in the temple of Asclepius.

Originally, it seems to have been a space like a large synagogue of a temple, but it was obvious that things were removed and beds were brought in to accommodate patients in a hurry.

The bitter smell of grass mixed with the scent of burning perfumed oil made my mind at ease. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was a little concerned about the gaze of the small marble god who came out of my bedside and met my eyes.

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Looking around, it seemed that quite a few people besides me were groaning.

Considering that I would have been treated separately from ordinary soldiers due to my status, most of them were probably children of nobles or wealthy people who could drive a tank themselves.

Between the beds, the priests of the temple and the family members of the patients hurriedly walked with muffled steps.

…Ah, damn it, I forcibly held my head up while looking around, and I feel the blood rushing to my head. As I relaxed my neck, it made a popping sound and my head fell into the pillow.

“…Ah, older brother. You are awake.”

I must have heard that, and Helenus, who was lying on the bed to my left, started talking to me.

“Paris? It’s okay… ugh.”

Theo, still moaning on the other side of the bed, turned to me.

Once I took a deep breath in and exhaled, my chest was pounding.

It feels like someone has squeezed both of my lungs and pounded them.

Bloody phlegm still boiled in my throat, and dizziness made it difficult to keep my eyes open.

Hopefully I won’t die here.

Anyway, the will to maintain consciousness and the desire to avoid pain fought fiercely, and in the end the latter seemed to have won.

I closed my eyes again

“Paris?”

When I opened my eyes again to Ino’s voice, I was in my mansion.

“Uh… Ino? you’re fine…”

“Don’t move!”

When I stand up, the wet towel on my forehead falls off. The attendants, who were carrying an extra towel and a basin of water, laid me back down and returned the wet towel.

When I looked down my neck with only my eyes moving while lying down, all sorts of bitter-smelling grasses had been crushed and smeared on my body.

On the side of his side, an unknown vine grew and covered the wound with petals.

“What is this?”

“It makes you better! If you move, you will be in trouble, so stay still.”

Ino grabbed me by the shoulders, laid me on the bed, took a towel from the attendant next to me, and wiped the sweat from my body.

“If you stay like this right now, you will be completely healed soon… Just stay still.”

“Sorry for moving.”

“Aren’t you sorry for getting hurt?”

“I’m sorry about that too.”

At my words, Ino lay down right next to me as if exhausted.

“Ugh… I wasn’t joking around the woods with the sisters around here looking for herbs to apply to your body all night.”

“It was a lot of trouble.”

“Don’t get hurt.”

“okay.”

“I know you are lying.”

For a moment, the words choked. Ino lifted her head slightly and looked down at me with some kind of wide eyes.

“Then don’t die. If you don’t die, I can heal everything.”

“···huh.”

“Because it’s okay to get hit by hydra poison. Just come alive.”

After hearing Ino’s words, I held my breath for a moment.

I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t control my expression.

I was just staring at Ino for a long time.

survived anyway.

***

It took about three days before I could control my body alone.

Until then, he moved with the help of attendants and ate only porridge.

If Ino hadn’t applied unknown herbs to me several times and fed me…

It seems dead.

This was agreed upon by Hector and the other princes who came to visit me. Now, in mythology, I understand why people near heroes fall like that.

After a few more days, the strange fishy smell in the mouth was gone, and the pain felt deep in the bones and intestines was completely gone.

Of course, it is an incredible healing power. This is a recovery speed that is difficult even with modern medicine.

Well, because it’s a reality.

Still, less than ten days had passed since I was in a semi-solid state, so when I headed back to the palace, three or four other attendants accompanied me to support me.

I said it was okay, but Ino didn’t say it was okay.

Anyway, it was a bit embarrassing to enter the palace like that, but… that thought went away as soon as I entered the audience room.

It was a battle in which only about 1,000 men participated.

That’s a lot by the standards of this era, but the tanks didn’t mobilize a lot, and it was a fight that ended in a quick battle.

Even so, it was not uncommon to see young men using canes or bandages in the audience room. Some had splints on their limbs, and some could not even stand properly.

I was a nobleman who only received support.

Perhaps, as soon as I entered, the faces of Priam and Hecuba turned red.

“Paris? You are all right!”

Hecuba hugged me and stroked my back. She looked at me as if trying to make sure that the bones and muscles were attached where they should be.

Soon after, as if her own examination was over, Hecuba started asking me questions. Now it was paperweight time.

“Are you not sick? Are there any places that are uncomfortable when you hug them?”

“I’m fine except for the sore muscles as if I’ve been running for a long time.”

“Blood? No bleeding?”

Priam’s demeanor was more gentle than that, but he came to me without erasing the joy and relief on his face.

The eyes of the other elders and citizens gathered in the court were also focused on me following the king.

He grabbed my shoulders and looked straight at me. I felt burdened by that look, but I didn’t avoid it out of consideration for Priam.

“…that’s a long time. I heard that you were confident even in front of Ares’ daughter.”

Saying that, Priam looked around for a while. As if trying to get my criminal record confirmed by the crowd.

As if in response to Priam’s efforts, each of the injured young men spat out a small word of agreement or nodded. Priam looks at me again, satisfied.

“I heard that there are dozens of Amazon warrior heads you cut off. He was strong and agile like a centaur, right?”

“It is said that I learned horsemanship from Anchises and ran through enemies like the wind. Helenus and Theo said.”

When Priam spoke in a proud voice, Hector also helped. Hector, in my opinion, was the most sane of the young men present.

After fighting so fiercely

“It’s nothing. I just had an advantage over them. Fighting on horseback makes you feel like a giant several heads taller than the others.”

“A giant. Yes, I heard that he fought like a giant. great.”

“By the way, what happened to Helenus and Theo?”

I was embarrassed to be praised for a topic that had been beaten up for so long, so I changed the topic. Priam also answered my question without regret, as if he had noticed me.

“Both are resting in the Temple of Asclepius. Your spouse helped me with the treatment, so my recovery was quick. We will see you here again soon.”

Priam says that and pats my shoulder.

“Thank you for surviving the fight against the demigod. That alone is a big deal.”

half god.

Yes, I fought a demigod.

Priam came to talk to me at the call of the others, and the other fighters, also limping or using canes, no one looked at me to console me in defeat.

Rather, they sincerely praised me.

As if just surviving Penthesilea was a great lesson.

I couldn’t stand the gaze and tone, so I turned my head and spoke to Hector.

“…Hector-nim-nim, have your armor or shield been damaged?”

“Ah, it was very dented. Because I received such a strong attack.”

“Would it be all right if I repaired it myself?”

“You don’t have to do that with a sick body. Other skilled blacksmiths…”

“There is no ‘skillful’ blacksmith who handles iron better than me in the capital.”

When I spoke strongly, Hector stopped talking and looked at me. Calmly, with a worried look.

“…please let me fix it.”

I asked Hector as politely as possible, and Hector nodded after pondering for a while.

It was fortunate.

After a while, Hector’s ornate armor and shield were delivered to my mansion, and I moved them to the workshop I had prepared in advance since the mansion was built.

“Paris? You can’t overdo it.”

“I will never do anything to the point of hurting myself. Because I know my body best.”

Ino, who was looking at me with a worried face, was also bitten out of the door, and I stroked Hector’s armor.

in shock.

***

A small blacksmith’s shop equipped with all kinds of homely items brought from Antandros, a furnace, a mold, and so on.

A long work table placed horizontally in the center of the place.

There are two sets of armor and two shields.

Of course one is mine and the other is Hector’s.

The iron plate breastplate, backplate, shin guards, and arm guards were lightly embossed with things like the horse head symbolizing Troy. It’s also the part that Mr. Skleos did himself.

Of course, they were all horribly distorted now.

As I caress them in amazement, I hear the door open behind me. I wondered if the attendant had lost his way, so I turned my head to warn him…

“Looks like you got better quickly.”

“Paris.”

“There are only two of us, so it’s useless.”

I said while staring at Theo approaching with my cane.

“Omit the word ‘nim’.”

“Ah, Paris. Helenos and my armor that I asked for here.”

“thank you.”

When I put the armor Theo had brought in a sack on the table, there are now four sets in total.

Me, Theo, Helenus, and Hector.

Anyway, these are the armor of those who fought against Penthesileia, albeit briefly.

The breastplate of Helenus, the first to look around, showed little damage.

Helenus took little damage because he quickly gave up his chariot to avoid Penthesilea’s attack.

I lightly marked the slightly dented parts with a stylus and flipped them over.

Then Theo.

Examining his own armor, Theo swallows saliva with a slightly nervous expression.

“The shoulder part…”

pierced

Penthesilea’s javelin pierced the iron plate.

I went out and looked around at Hector’s armor once more.

Hector and I were mainly attacked with Penthesilea’s shield and sword, respectively, so they were distorted or crushed, but not broken.

It was because the bronze sword Penthesilea was holding quickly died as it faced Hector’s armament, which was much stronger.

It was as if Hector had been beaten with a slightly sharp blunt weapon by Penthesilea.

However, Theo’s armor, which had been hit with a javelin right through and the powerful impact was concentrated at one point, was neatly pierced.

“Ha, ha ha… f*ck.”

“Paris, what is it?”

“…Unreasonable.”

The fact that walking natural disasters are breathing right out there is so absurd.

Theo’s breastplate was put aside after much thought.

“That… I think it will be difficult to fix. Better to make a new one. I’ll send a letter to Antandros later. Uncle Skleos will make something better.”

I couldn’t hide the trembling in my voice. Theo skillfully pretended not to know.

This battle showed me a lot.

Theo and the other elite soldiers were not used to the halberd yet, so they couldn’t handle it properly.

Iron weapons were not yet widely available among the Trojan citizens. It was difficult for the citizens to purchase armaments and assemble on their own, so it was difficult to supply them faster than a certain level.

There were also clear limits to tactical movements. The very concept of foot soldiers moving systematically in formation was thin.

Both friend and foe, infantry floated like clouds, seeking enemies and loot.

As the chariot sweeps through them, friendly infantry waiting for the enemy’s morale to break, defeats and captures the enemy.

That was the whole tactic.

Even in armament, there were so many things to think about in terms of training and maneuvering of soldiers. The facts I learned in this battle could be really valuable knowledge.

If it weren’t for the consideration of heroes.

A single person can cut dozens.

A single person can break hundreds of formations.

As he pounded the hammer and moved around, Hector’s armor almost regained its shape. It will take quite a while to recover the decorations on its surface.

“Hector, Aeneas, and…”

Heroes.

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Let’s think about heroes.