I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 122. Lighthouse

Soon the lighthouse on the Calipolis side was also completed, with two huge lights on either side of the Hellespont.

It is originally a lighthouse, but that lighthouse will never go out. It was because I set up a lodging right next to it and ordered the lighthouse keepers to work in four shifts.

No matter how dark it is in the middle of the night or at dawn, all the lighthouse keepers are asleep so that no misfortune will happen.

It is natural that lighthouses never sleep, but those lighthouses were far more important than any other lighthouse in the world.

The lighthouse keepers there are the first telegraphists in history.

I taught them direct communication signals, opening and closing shutters and blinking lights, simple and easily repairable structures.

If Troy were attacked, if a band of pirates passed through the Hellespont, they would at once carry the news with flickering lights for miles in all directions.

But even this great invention had a problem.

It was unclear to whom it would be dedicated.

“Anyway, I can’t leave out Poseidon. Because it is something that touches the sea.”

“But brother, the messenger god must also play a part in this.”

“That too….”

Whose name should be blessed for the completion of these communication, navigation, and coast guard structures? To whom will this lighthouse be dedicated?

The realm of the gods is like the jurisdictional area of each government department, so it floats vaguely.

Even in American investigations, when a Navy soldier murders somewhere, the local sheriff, the Navy, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation do not quarrel with each other.

In the end, I chose the easiest solution a lowly mortal could take in a situation like this.

“Great Zeus, I offer you the light of the sky. It divides the firmament and threades land and sea, city and city like a thread. This too is the presence of your will, the guardian of all sovereignty.

. . . Great Poseidon, I offer you this giant of the coast. Just as all sailors and fishermen call out your name and pray for safety and prosperity, all ships entering this shore at night risk their lives for a single line of light shining here.”

shredding.

This is the method that ancient Israel’s King Solomon (not yet born) also easily used to resolve custody disputes.

I gathered all the priests who worshiped all kinds of gods across the strait and prepared a grand sacrifice.

“Oh Hermes! I have no doubt that the guardian spirit of messengers and travelers will also bless the rock messenger who rides on this light! Just as your swift feet spread the will of Zeus everywhere, this lighthouse will be loyal to its master and will do its part!”

Soon the drums sound and the musicians turn on the lyre. As the boys and girls, who have not yet had their voice acting, begin to sing high and slow in unison, the priests pour olive oil on the offering and throw embers at it.

Hmm… Zeus, Poseidon, and Hermes alone seem to be small and boring.

“Hey Ares! God who rules the battlefield! You who bless the brave and punish the cowardly! All those who come to this land to shed blood will reveal their ugly faces under this lighthouse that shines like your beautiful eyes!”

Offer burnt offerings to the god of war.

“Master! Hephaestus! Thy disciple and lowly servant thus kneel on the ground and praise Thee! When blacksmiths and carpenters who only serve you have built such a wonderful structure, how can they not cry out to you!”

Hephaestus, who has accumulated ‘Jeong’ so far, can’t be left out.

In addition, it seems to be a bit silly, but it is like the moon that guides those traveling at night, and offers a burnt offering to Artemis, and offers a sacrifice to Apollo, saying that he made a burnt offering to Artemis, how sadly he would leave out his brother.

Also, in a way, since this is also a kind of hearth, I held a rite for Hestia.

Finally, even to Hades, who had not been able to hold a proper ceremony for a long time because people were reluctant to say it was bad luck, the ceremony ended after boasting that it was built with stones dug up from under the ground, so it is your grace.

Even in Olympus alone, there are fewer unnamed gods than known ones.

However, this lighthouse was special enough to receive the blessings of so many gods.

This lighthouse, inspired by the lighthouse of Alexandria and stretching several tens of meters, was taller than any other building on earth today.

At least one thing like this needs to be built so that we can nail down the claim that hegemony over the strait is in Troy’s hands.

…Ah, except for the Great Pyramid. The Egyptians of those days don’t even know how the ancient humans built such a thing.

In any case, this lofty lighthouse could house dozens of lighthouse keepers and guards, and on the top, mirrors made of polished metal and statues of various gods were placed beside the brazier.

In the center, there was an elevator with a very simple structure for transporting cargo, and it was safe even if the rope was cut.

If metallurgy has advanced enough to create leaf springs, the fall prevention device developed by Elisha Otis does not require much technical skills.

‘So it was good to share.’

Roughly, the guards’ quarters are Ares, the base is Hades’ because it’s close to the ground, the light is Hermes’, and the top is Zeus’s…

With the gods roughly eating together like this, all work to be done was finished. After seeing the burnt offerings burning, I turned around and told the priests that they had worked hard and handed the money bag…

“Pa, Mr. Paris?”

The faces of the priests are strange.

“Why?”

“Behind, behind…”

“What is behind it?”

“…”

The silent priests, for some reason I turned around and felt the hair on the back of my neck rise.

I faced the appearance of the gods standing behind the altar.

Beings that glisten hotly, like materialized flashes themselves.

Just by their manifestation, the surrounding space appears distorted, as if a haze rises.

Except when ascending directly to Olympus, had he ever encountered so many gods at the same time?

Deiphobos and Iphigenia, who were standing next to me, all fell to their knees in fear, and the workers who came to watch the dedication ceremony were also overwhelmed by its strong presence and fell to the ground as if they were about to collapse.

I am···

“Immortal gods.”

Only I stood upright to face them.

Looking at me like that, an old man strokes my beard slowly. A blue flash arises from his light touch.

And he smiled

In the next moment the gods were gone.

“…”

“…”

For a while, everyone was on their knees, unable to open their mouths and not daring to get up.

…It was quite grandiose for a ceremony for a new city.

***

Anyway, things have happened, but things are progressing smoothly.

“older brother! Progress is very fast! If we keep going like this, we will be able to start building the wall in less than half a year!”

“good. very good. You are already growing up as a great monarch.”

“Tongue, brother…!”

good. In the meantime, it is worthwhile to brainwash civil engineering as an essential virtue of the emperor (not). Now, the management of the strategic facilities on the Calipoli Peninsula (Gallipoli Peninsula) can be left to this guy.

I smiled as I watched the warriors and workers disembark from the galleys lined up on either side of the pier.

And Deiphobos, who saw my smile, is also looking up at the lighthouse and the beacon, which have already climbed more than halfway, with a sense of satisfaction.

This is the port of Troia built by Deiphobus, and the reorganized manpower and supplies will soon cross over to the port of Calipolis.

Preparations for the construction of Calipolis are nearing completion.

Now, the most important port facilities are almost secured, and at the same time, workers, settlers, and soldiers are moving as a family unit for the construction of the city.

To those who have gathered in Troy like that, we will stuff them with weapons, resources, and hope for the future, and then sortie them to the Calipoli Peninsula.

Deiphobos looks up at me with a face full of joy in this situation, which is as if a city is already being built.

Just because we named it Gallipoli… no, Calipolis, doesn’t really mean we’re going to build a city where Gallipoli will later be built.

That lighthouse looking out over the sea stands at the southernmost tip of the Gallipoli peninsula, no, no, the Calipolia peninsula.

In other words, we plan to start with a geopolitically more important location where we can protect each other while being right in front of Troia.

Our goal is to ensure that Deiphobos can successfully take over the entire peninsula of Calipolia, centered here.

“Soon the envoys sent to the tribes and cities near Calipolis will return.”

Deiphobos, who briefed me on the situation, still had a tingling excitement on his face, but on the other hand, I could see the anxiety underneath.

Like a child who took off training wheels for the first time and rode a bicycle with only two wheels.

“… I hope nothing special happens.”

Deiphobos barely concealed his nervousness as he spoke to me.

“everything will be alright.”

Probably not.

Even the 21st-century Korean middle class, who are said to be educated, write various kinds of questions to the education office saying that they will not let their children play with the kids in the rental apartment. If there are too many elementary schools in one place in a new town in the metropolitan area, or a high school attached to an odd location, that’s probably why.

Humans who feel that their territory has been invaded become ugly more easily than imagined.

However, we have really invaded their territory now. It also came to cut off their lifelines by grabbing both sides of the most important strait.

I haven’t called in the proper soldiers yet, but I gave the workers a spear with an iron tip and patrolled here and there, so they might have felt threatened from the other side.

Of course, if things really go well, I might be able to keep their mouths shut and bring their oaths of allegiance to Lessus with a fair amount of bribes and guarantees of interest…

Will they believe in such a promise?

That’s a wise attitude. In fact, if they believe in us, we plan to purge about 90% of them at the opportunity.

What we want is the entire Calipolia Peninsula.

What we need to achieve is the hegemony of King Lessus in Thrace.

And they are those who profit from the Calipolia peninsula and its trade routes, who have defended their sovereignty while resisting the King of Lessus.

It’s hard for us to get along with them.

How things turn out is left to fate.

While I’m praying to the gods in my heart, Deiphobos taps my arm and looks away from me.

“Tongue, bro?”

“What is going on?”

“Now there, signal to start!”

blink, blink, blink.

something is being sent

A lighthouse is also a kind of furnace, so turning it off is disrespect for Hestia, and neglecting its maintenance and operation is an insult to Poseidon, who protects sailors.

Even though it’s only four sentences in the message, I saw that it was delivered quickly.

-‘Reduced.’

-‘Looting heavy goods.’

-‘Manpower are evacuating near the lighthouse.’

-‘Ask for support.’

As soon as the sentence ‘request for assistance’ is finished, flames start to rise from the front of the lighthouse. Light the size of a grain of rice moves sparsely here and there.

“The enemy’s torch…”

“Dephobos, prepare a boat and armed men immediately. Arm yourself!”

About 100 men armed with steel shin guards and helmets boarded the speedboat and quickly crossed the strait.

When I got off the boat, what I saw was a muddy field.

The fence that had been erected low was half broken, and the food that had been gathered here and there was scattered in large quantities.

Enemies retreated quickly, so they couldn’t even see their backs. It seemed that he had in mind to hit and run from the start.

The lighthouse, which was the only one protected by a stone wall, and dozens of people who had taken refuge on its shores flocked to me and started talking here and there.

“Paris? Enemies have been looting food all winter long!”

“What about wood?”

“I don’t think I took the wood because it was heavy. Carry everything you see on your back and take only what you can carry…”

“Who hasn’t died?”

“As you said, as soon as the enemy arrives, evacuate here and everyone is safe.”

“Well, then it happened. great job.”

“older brother?”

When I just send the workers back, Deiphobos hurriedly runs over and gestures at me as if embarrassed.

“Well, don’t you ask about the movements of the enemies? Like the outfits of the enemies, where they fled…”

“I don’t know.”

“yes?”

“I have no idea what tribe or clan invaded.”

no need to know

I’m so afraid!

Food for the whole winter (50 servings) is being ripped off, and the settlement (not yet built) and the fort (to be built) are destroyed like this!

“Deiphobos, do you like sharing Calipolia with the others? Or do you want to have it all with Iphigenia-sama?”

“I want to have them all.”

“Then follow me.”

I stretched out my chest and shouted in an exaggerated tone.

“The enemies are really thorough!”

“I really am! You are so thorough!”

“okay! We can’t even identify our enemies! We never intended to do that, but since we can’t identify the enemy, we can’t go to the culprits and get the job done quickly and easily!”

“Can you finish the job easily and quickly… uh… older brother?”

“Then we will have no choice but to go and ask our kind neighbors one by one! Is Cheolswadae ready?”

Deiphobos turns blue when he knows what I’m about to do.

I plan to visit each tribe and knock on the door, and knock on the skull whenever there is no answer.

Someone might ask if I was just waiting for a just cause to hit him first, but unfortunately, even those stupid enough to ask such a question plan to throw it into the Aegean Sea as fish food.

Until the newest raiders from Calipolis come along.

…Well, it’s better if it doesn’t come out.

Thracian biographies (1)

-‘Enemies have invaded Calipolis. I dare to ask the ruler of Achaia for dozens of strong men to protect the camp.’

Agamemnon ignored the rhetoric that unfolded before and after that. He was not the kind of person who would tire people out with strange political allusions.

He met a prince named Paris, and a monarch.

“I was younger than I thought. On the one hand, I was more mature than I thought.”

Agamemnon smiled and recalled. The sparkling two-eyed prince who urged the development of Calipolis in front of him with all his heart and soul… was an interesting person.

“He was a fun kid. He was a more beautiful man than rumors, and probably a good monarch.”

As Agamemnon drank from his cup, Menelaus, pondering his brother’s words, opened his mouth.

“But there are dozens of lengths… it’s ambiguous.”

“If you don’t want to abandon Iphigenia and monopolize Calipolis, you have no choice but to call us. It’s just that you don’t want to build military service.”

“Are you okay?”

“Does not matter. Instead, if we bring a lot of wealth to those dozens of people, wouldn’t that be our own way to erase the debt? Save my daughter’s prestige.

After all, on the other side of the sea, prestige is all my daughter will depend on. Do you wish there were other blood relatives? Or did you hope that the child would have the brute strength of Penthesilea, the predator of the Black Sea?

As a father… he just looks after his children.”

Agamemnon put down his cup and smiled.

“You really did a good job, little brother. The heavy ears of wheat have bowed their heads, so now all we have to do is cut them down.”

It divides the royal family inside Sparta and sets up a competition for allegiance.

Whether it is those who served the late king Tyndareus, the faction of Hippocon, the usurper who was killed and expelled by Hercules, or the faction of Icarius, Odysseus’ father-in-law who reigns over there.

They begged at the feet of Menelaus, a powerful man from outside, to survive and triumph.

And those who served Helen also bowed their heads to Menelaus in that competition. Those who were Helen’s eyes and ears.

“The people of Sparta slandered each other and exposed many of each other’s weaknesses. We spent a lot of money on bribes to kill each other.”

Of course, 90% of the bribe flowed towards Menelaus himself.

Menelaus said calmly, as if this much was nothing.

“Now I just have to use those weaknesses to kill them. Sparta belongs to you.”

“Thank you very much. How can I express this gratitude to you…”

“Aren’t we one family? it’s okay. The sons of Atreus must help each other.”

Clasping Agamemnon’s hand, Menelaus smiled.

Suddenly, Agamemnon’s expression hardens.

“But brother, you are wrong about one thing.”

“···yes?”

“Sparta is not mine.”

Agamemnon’s hand goes into strength, and Menelaus thinks that Agamemnon’s hand, which holds his hand tightly, is rough but warm.

“If you have to say it, it is yours, and if you want to go forward, it is ours.”

“…”

“Even though it was left to me by our benefactor Tyndareus, you are the one who sits on the throne in the end. How to calm the chaos in Sparta and how to become such a proud king.”

“Twenty overeating…”

“no. I only say what I have to say.”

Agamemnon smiled.

“Good job.

Also great. You are a man worthy of being king.”

Agamemnon lets go of Menelaus’ hand and whistles to get up. Sensing his presence, the slaves put a cloak and coat around his shoulders.

“Brother, what gift would you like me to give you?”

“Oh, no. I am···”

“Think about it. Even for my honor to thank you.”

As Agamemnon leaves the room, Menelaus looks at his hand held by Agamemnon. Trying to remember the subtle warmth that still lingers.

…And Agamemnon, who glanced at it through the window, gave a small smile of relief.

Obviously, it seemed that my heart was shaking for a while. It is true that I made unreasonable demands.

“I have to hold on to it.”

Well, then. Sparta belongs to my brother.

My brother should be mine.

***

“more.”

“You mean more? Then it gets too high…”

“It’s okay, more!”

At my command, the pulley suspended above my head spins with a squeaking sound. And the wooden barrel supported by the pulley also gradually rises in altitude.

I am riding in that wooden barrel.

When it comes to cranes using pulleys, they are historical construction equipment that has been built since the time when Rome was at its peak (about 1,000 years left until its foundation).

Prior to that, Archimedes (not yet a sperm) also used the principle of a pulley to move a boat, so the birth itself took place quite early.

The carpenters of Antandros had built water wheels and other power machines of late medieval levels, and after much trial and error, they were able to construct a usable Roman crane right away.

As it was used quite usefully in the construction of the lighthouse, the stability is also guaranteed.

“Yes, there! Let’s take a closer look there! I’ll pull you up!”

“Tongue, brother? Are you okay?”

“Did you move a stone that was 10 times heavier than me? Will you come crashing down now?”

“Even if a stone falls, it becomes just a broken stone again, but if you fall from that height, you will not be the Lord of Antandros, but only a pile of meat will remain!!”

That’s why I ignored Deiphobos’s dissuade.

Anyway, there is an elevator in the lighthouse on a similar principle to this one. Now, this is just for looking at the outer wall, and the principle and durability should be similar to that, so don’t be afraid.

“good! Pull it up a little more!!”

“Ah, I see, lord! Pull it up!”

“Stop! Guys, now my brother climbed up to that height by relying on a basket! Are you crazy?”

“I’m okay! If you don’t die, Ino will heal you!”

“I will tell Oinone about that.”

“…”

sh*t. It’s high-pitched.

As my expression decayed, the workers who were rolling the wheel to move the pulley stopped moving, whether they noticed something strange or were frightened by Deipho Boss’ bluff.

Well, it doesn’t matter. It is possible to confirm the identity of the object plugged into the outer wall of the lighthouse even here.

that arrowhead.

It is bronze.

“Look at this! I found it!”

“Uhhhhh!”

“Everybody, put a cloth underneath!”

“If it’s that high, you can put something on it when you fall!”

“so? Are you guys going to answer the fairy of Mount Ida that you didn’t do anything when your husband died?”

As I turn around in joy, the basket swings back and forth. I heard some screams from below, but I ignored them for now.

This needs to be seen directly with the eyes of those in authority.

And that means that he must testify truthfully on the spot.

I barely stretched out my arm and pulled out an arrow stuck in the outer wall, and the orange arrowhead made of bronze shimmered in the sunlight.

“It is the arrow of the enemy! What was stuck in the lighthouse was the arrows of the enemies!!”

As the crane slowly moves in the opposite direction, the ground gradually approaches beneath your feet.

The workers, who were waiting for something to happen, also slowly start whispering.

“Look at the behavior of those insolent Thracian traitors! Such a blasphemous atrocity was committed not long after we dedicated this holy beacon to the gods!”

The crane stops at the right height for my beckoning.

It is now about 3 meters high.

perfect for giving a speech

“They didn’t just shoot one lighthouse!

They have rebelled against their lord, King Rhesus of Thrace, who rightfully entrusted us with dominion over this land! You have also committed disrespect to the immortal gods who personally built this lighthouse!”

“Wowaaa!!!”

Knowing that this would happen, the wind catchers and soldiers who had been planted in advance shouted from here and there, and the workers also suddenly shouted, “Death to the traitor!” Join in shouting the same voice.

Coincidentally, the Cheolswadae arrived the next day, and the goods sent by Agamemnon arrived just a few days later.

After distributing them to the workers and warriors to raise their morale, and having Iphigeneia or Deiphobus give a speech once as leaders of the land…

“Dephobos, tighten up the left shin guard.”

“All right.”

It was straight up war.

***

The clans of this land were quite wealthy.

Since it was located in a position that was convenient for trade, it was possible to grab wealth even if it stayed still.

Since he was in a position that was easy for piracy, he was sure to be robbed by someone else as long as he stayed still.

As such, they equipped with fortifications and defensive facilities of considerable size as much as they could afford, and armed their men. At least in this land, a gleaming bronze blade was not uncommon, even though it was expensive.

As the sea was the source of their wealth, they were also skilled at sailing, making them mighty warriors both on land and sea.

“The Trojans are approaching from afar!”

“Ring the bell! hurry!!”

Even here, Jupiter, cut down from a tall oak tree, is far beyond the height of an adult whose height is tolerable, and few soldiers who pass over it are not armed with metal weapons.

Among them, warriors armed with shining armor were giving orders to the surroundings one by one.

“Prepare the javelin!”

“For the slingers and archers! When the order is given, load up and be ready!!”

The castle gate, which accommodated all the refugees from the lower town, is firmly closed, and soon over the fortress of dead oak trees, warriors with bright eyes tensely hold their spears and take a vigilant posture.

All of them have ever had human blood on their hands.

If these Trojan cowards knew how many pirates this land was threatened by and how many times they themselves became pirates and threatened other places, they would not have dared approach.

On top of the castle wall, a man wearing armor that shines exceptionally in copper color comes up.

“My lord, they say Trojans are approaching this fortress in groups of several hundred.”

“Hundreds? Exactly how much?”

“There are about 300 well-armed warriors, and the rest of the spirits are said to be carrying only simple spears…”

“300? Isn’t that 10 times that?”

“yes.”

“The person in charge is said to be the mermaid slayer, Paris, but in fact, it must have been a mistake to catch a few fish with his hands.”

The chieftain’s joke causes giggles from all sides.

That would be the case, they were confident that they would be able to block even 3,000 men, let alone 300 men. I’ve actually been blocked.

They attached fist-sized stones to their slingshots and stringed their arrows, waiting for the sound of footsteps approaching in the distance.

As expected from the slow-looking enemies, there was no such thing as a tank.

If the number of 300 or so includes charioteers, how many more, and how useful are they in siege warfare, unless you are going to run them through walls?

So all infantry.

It was quite dignified to see everyone walking in a square formation, but it didn’t bother me much…

-Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…

no. Looks like I’ll have to cancel.

The chief looked around.

There is no other drum that can sound like this anywhere. It’s all the sound of the ground shaking with the enemy’s footsteps.

-Thump, thump, thump, thump…

It was like a single creature with hundreds of limbs, as it slowly advanced to the battlefield, even matching its steps. I couldn’t ignore the majesty that came from there.

“What are those idiots doing?”

“I have no idea. Shall we shoot?”

“Still, wait until the enemies come into range.”

But still the Thracians could laugh at ease.

In the scenery below the castle walls, those few enemies were at most small specks. No matter how brave an ant is, the shock it can give to a person with its teeth is only a momentary sting.

So they prepared for battle with peace of mind.

Enemies also stopped walking. They were placed in front of each other so that their javelins and arrows could not reach each other.

A man steps out of the square and draws a knife.

“Who are you!”

“Cheolswadae!”

“Who are you loyal to!”

“Antandros and the citizens of Troy!”

“and!”

“Paris, the son of Priam!!”

As if breathing, natural dialogue continues between one man and hundreds of warriors.

“Yes! You are loyal to me and to your fellow citizens! Today, we fight for their glory again here!”

“Wowaaa!!!!”

The bizarre conversation or ritual that took place was naturally accepted as a pleasant spectacle by the Thracian warriors on the wall.

After all, such a small number of enemies was not a threat to them anyway.

By the time there was a moment of silence under the walls, they secretly felt curiosity and anticipation for their ridiculous enemies.

The ranks of the enemies move again.

Within range of javelins and catapults.

“Throw it!!”

Soon countless spearheads and stones fly towards the enemies.

And all at once, the enemies overlap each other’s shields, enclosing a hard shell around the ranks to block them. Enemy damage is about… two or three?

Arrows shot for sniping are also helplessly blocked by the overlapping shields, like the scales of a fish.

“At the same time! Throw them all at once so that the enemies cannot repair the collapsed shield wall!”

“One, two, three!”

It was only then that the Thracians, who realized the function of the well-organized square, conspired among themselves and fired a rain of javelins or dropped stone hail all at once, but the enemy’s square was not easily broken and came near the fortress wall.

And when the fire of the Thracians, who had prepared stones and javelins, died down, the enemy’s ranks changed again.

After the shield wall was closed, a small bottle was held in each hand.

The bottle . . . is on fire.

The man in the lead draws his sword and shouts.

“launch!”

Bottles filled with flames all at once fly towards the sky.

Then it crashes into the wall and breaks, turning into flames.

“sh*t! Enemies have set the walls on fire! Pour water!!”

“water! water!”

“Quaaagh!!!”

It was no use.

When the soldiers who brought the water jar safely and did not burn themselves sprinkled water on it, the fire caused by the oil spread in all directions.

Only then did the soldiers realize that it was a miniaturized form of an oil jar previously used for offensive purposes.

A smaller, easier to throw variant that uses less oil.

“Huh, retreat! hurry!!”

“Something is approaching the gates!”

“···what?”

As the chief turned his eyes away, a bird with an eye on the steel ranks, wooden structures were approaching from afar.

It was shaped like something that had been forcibly bent over a wooden ladle. What maintains its curved shape are the tightly stretched rope and the head-sized rocks at the end of the ladle.

And as the men standing next to them cut the rope with well-forged knives, the ladles are opened all at once.

After the bottle on fire, rocks cut through the sky, crushing the skulls of soldiers.

“Quaaagh! My shoulder, my shoulder is broken!”

“Respond! Respond!”

“It is out of reach of the arrow!”

“Get out of the city gate!!”

A gate made of oak, like a castle wall, opens, and wild Thracian warriors come out.

All in unison, they run to destroy those strange contraptions, what hundreds of years from now will be called catapults.

Then, the squares, which had been forming an orderly formation until then, were released in an instant, and one side ran towards the warriors who came out through the gate, and the other side ran towards the collapsed castle, which was revealed as the fire slowly went out.

“No, stop it…”

– Kwajik.

The warriors of Cheolswadae, who approached in an instant, traverse a distance that seemed impossible to reach with human speed.

Thracians scream and die under strangely shaped axes. The chief, who watched the scene from the wall, was terrified and hurriedly ran away…

“The Trojans have entered the fortress!”

“You mean you’ve already reached the wall!”

“No… I am the commander of the enemy! The commander has crossed the collapsed wall alone!”

A strange shape crossed between the soldiers who rushed to repair the castle wall and urgently set up a wooden fence.

“Ke, the centaur…?”

Seeing the strange shape, the chieftain involuntarily chanted.

Every time it passes between soldiers, countless heads are blown off and arms are cut off.

The formation collapses as dozens of soldiers can’t stand it and run away in a hurry.

And it advances, slaughtering literally the Thracians, the Dolyonians (Δολίονες, people who lived in the Propontis Sea, or the present-day Sea of Marmara) who lived in the straits.

With her eyes focused on the one wearing the most gorgeous armor.

So, to the chief himself.

“Monster, monster, monster…”

Soon, ‘it’ sprints and arrives in front of the chief, drawing a bloody road. The Trojan soldiers who climbed over the collapsed wall behind him disarm the Thracians.

its face…

It was beautiful, as if it were not human. Each hair seemed to belong to the gods.

he said.

“I am Paris, the son of Priam. Say your name.”

“Uh… uh…”

“what? won’t you reveal? Do you know who attacked our lighthouse?”

“I, I don’t know…”

“You can’t tell me even if it means dying, so you have great loyalty to your fellow countrymen.”

“…what, what?”

What the author is talking about… When it comes to a lighthouse, he seems to be talking about a large building on the coast, but there was an attack…

The chieftain’s thoughts could not continue.

The impact of the spearhead hitting his temple knocked him out.

Faris dismounts, girds him lightly, and straps him onto the back of the horse. The Thracians lost their fighting spirit and abandoned their arms one by one.

The Lord of Antandros shouted like a stage actor.

“Unbelievable! Even after shedding blood like this, you can’t reveal the blasphemers behind them!”

“Brother, it’s highly likely that he was an accomplice, seeing as he kept his mouth shut. Please don’t be too sad.”

“Yes, aww. You spoke very well.”

Deiphobos and Paris, who sneakily approached, continue their conversation like a raffle.

“There is nothing we can do about it, since the will of the Thracians is so strong. Once this tribe has lost its leader, it will be divided, starving and struggling. Keep them under your protection until the situation changes.”

“Yes, brother.”

“Where are the other tribes nearby?”

“It’s not far. Another tribe is only a day away along the coast.”

“okay? Well done. Iron Chain Rental! For the sake of the gods we go!”

“Waaa!!!!”

Like that, the crazy adventure to find Paris and the blasphemers of Cheolswadae continues.