I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 120. plan (3)

“Paris! Oh Inone! Deiphobos, come quickly!!”

“Ah… Iphigenia?”

“Iphigenia! came?”

“Oinone-sama, are you really giving me the wonderful toy you talked about last time?”

“Paris also said that she had leftovers from her last wedding, so you can take them with you!”

“thank you! Thank you so much!”

When did you become friends?

From what I heard, it seems that Ino decided to give Iphigenia some of the toys that Ino used to surprise the guests at our last wedding.

He is so happy with just a few toys. I wanted it to be pure, but… it’s not. She is a princess who is not only immature in politics, but also has a bright and friendly personality. There must be a reason for being happy like a child.

So I sneakily lucked out.

“There are many other automatons as well. If you ask, I can order a new one from the artisans of Antandros.”

“Really? Oh my goodness… thank you, Mr. Paris!”

“Brother, thank you so much! How much did Iphigenia want to have it… right?”

“Sure! It’s not like I’m the only one who likes it!”

Hmmm, aren’t you just doing it for yourself?

“Then may I ask where you intend to use it? Then, depending on the purpose, you can add decorations or change the type of birds or wild animals that move.”

“Ah, if it’s for a purpose, of course I can tell you!”

Iphigenia smiles broadly.

“I will give it to my father as a gift!”

I tried my best to keep a smile on my face.

“…Are you talking to King Agamemnon, son of Atreus?”

“that’s right. It’s so awkward to be called my father’s name politely by other people. I don’t see a king or a noble lineage, I just see a caring father.”

A caring father…

I thought of a different future that could have unfolded before her.

– “My, please…! I was the first one to call you father! I was the first one my father called his daughter! Please… don’t kill me… Please don’t send me to the underworld…”

Crying, holding Agamemnon’s leg, pleading.

In the end, the daughter who was shunned by the ‘caring father’ is offered as a burnt offering.

…According to later stories, the goddess Artemis took pity on her and swapped her for a deer.

However, Agamemnon tried to kill his daughter.

Because he accidentally insulted Artemis and prevented the Achaean allied forces from sailing.

Because an oracle had come down saying that in order to calm the goddess’ wrath, he had to sacrifice his beloved daughter.

Could Agamemnon be such a loving father to his daughter?

I couldn’t find out.

However, regardless of whether I know it or not, the royal family and the main dignitaries of Troy gather in front of the gate one by one.

I swallowed.

A few ships are moored in the newly built harbor right over the open plain. Black-painted galleys, large ships that could easily carry 120 people each.

Then, as I look closer, a mottled mass crawls closer on the gray road that leads straight from the harbor.

Iphigenia can’t help but run away as soon as the lump approaches, and a mature man at the head of the group opens his eyes wide and laughs while showing his teeth.

“dad!!”

The man opens his arms, and Iphigenia falls into his arms. The man manages to pick Iphigenia up, spin her around a few times, laugh out loud, and gently set her down on the ground.

Then, after looking at her blankly, he brought his finger to the corner of her eye and rubbed it.

to wipe away the tears

“My daughter! You’ve become an adult… An adult…”

“What, even crying all over again! Everyone else is watching…”

“Who would not know the heart of a father who married his daughter? The people of Troy are famous for their generosity, so I believe everyone will understand.”

This···

This is not it.

I’ve been imagining monsters.

An immoral, shameless, shameless monster.

A man who killed his daughter and marched while drinking her blood, a tyrant who did not give up his pride and acted resolutely against Achilles even as the entire army of Achaia groaned in the waves of death.

There was no such person in front of me.

Just like a long-used knife, there is a handsome grey-haired gentleman with various scars and wrinkles on his face that leave strong marks.

When the tall man walks up, everyone except Priam and Hecuba bow.

Priam opened his mouth quietly.

“This city .

“And the Achaean ship has come to set foot on this holy land of Ilios, Priam, wise son of Laomedon.”

The voice of the man who answered was also low and serious.

He bowed his head to Priam for a moment in respect, then raised his head again.

The man, smiling softly and looking over the rest of the princes and princesses, faces me.

The man’s gaze wavers.

“…you must be ‘that prince’.”

He walks towards me with a benevolent smile like his father’s, and a slightly shy smile.

“The prince who missed my chance to become my son-in-law just because he was so slightly late.”

“dad!”

“sorry. But isn’t it a pity? He’s such a handsome guy… Oh, I’m sorry. Deiphobos, your fame has also come in, so don’t be too sad.”

“no. To my shame, I also know that I am lacking in many ways compared to older brother Paris.”

“Speaking that much makes me even more embarrassed.”

It was a harmonious conversation that obviously took place over me, but I didn’t dare to intervene.

The man came up to me and greeted me with polite gestures.

“Nice to meet you.

Agamemnon son of Atreus.”

Agamemnon.

“I am Paris, son of Priam. This is…”

“It is an honor to meet the daughter of Kebren, the granddaughter of Okeanos.”

“Ah, nice to meet you!”

“These are really, really better young men than I thought.”

Agamemnon smiled at Priam and said:

“Such sons and daughters, sons-in-law and daughters-in-law. You will be happy.”

“Of course there is nothing better. eat it Veal and eel dishes are prepared for guests from far away.”

Everyone laughed and chatted as they entered the gate.

I was the only one who could barely squeeze out a laugh.

Agamemnon, who was looking at me closely, came closer and apologized to me.

“It seems that the mistake I just made is troubling you. I will apologize. Even the jokes about your marriage and about your brother.”

Again, politeness.

At the sudden apology, I shook my hand, feeling that there was a gap in my heart that had been shrinking for a moment.

“no. I am just…”

“just?”

“I was just astonished to see the Great One.”

I smiled. This time it was less forced.

Then Agamemnon, as if relieved, patted my shoulder lightly and smiled.

“Okay, I want you to do well together.

Because we are family.”

Me with Agamemnon?

I laughed again after him. This time it was quite natural.

And, I built a barrier again in my mind.

The author is Agamemnon.

The leader of the Allied Forces of Achaia.

Destroyer of Troy…

···what?

***

To our city, a high-ranking guest has come.

Now that I’ve been through this much hospitality, it’s as hard to forget what will follow as how to breathe.

Of course, there must be a banquet to welcome Agamemnon.

However, this time it was unusual that the deadline was not fixed, because it had to wait until another guest, the Thracian king Rhesus, arrived.

“…you must be Agamemnon, king of kings of Achaia.”

“And you must be Rhesus, king of all the Thracians.”

Of course, it didn’t take long, as it came from Thrace, which is much closer than Mycenae.

“…”

“…”

However… I couldn’t help this atmosphere.

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Lessos always comes out with a disgusted face and glances at Priam.

I wondered if it was because of Agamemnon being an unreliable kinslayer or something, but now that I think about it, Rhesus wasn’t a clumsy person who showed his emotions so openly.

It means there is an intention behind that attitude.

It seems that the appearance of being in debt to Agamemnon is quite uncomfortable.

“Thank you to the King of Mycenae. Thanks to your support, the excellent harbor and road ahead were completed so quickly.”

“…I can’t help but express my gratitude. After all, with your help, the foothold towards peace in Thrace has been prepared more quickly.”

And Priam also did not miss the atmosphere, and softened the atmosphere by mentioning Agamemnon’s merits.

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Lessus also pays attention to Priam and eventually sends thanks to Agamemnon. Agamemnon politely bowed his head in response, and at least the awkwardness went away.

Priam taps the table lightly to freshen up the air and turns his gaze to me.

“Well then… Paris?”

“yes.”

“The kings of three countries have gathered here. To hear your plans, and to help build the city of Deiphobos.”

“It is an honour.”

“Unfortunately… I was the only one who wasn’t properly informed of the plan.”

Agamemnon said, raising his clenched hands on the table.

“Except that we will conquer Thrace and punish the disrespectful chieftains, in order to help rule the rightful king. I have heard nothing but that my son-in-law and daughter will become the rulers of the new city.”

“I am like that too.”

This time, Lessus helped Agamemnon.

“I have sent Hippocon, my trusted adviser, to hear and tell you, Paris. However, there were a few parts I didn’t understand from listening to him.

Could you please explain?”

…is that real? Or, are you taking offense at me for dragging Agamemnon along?

I tucked my tongue inside and got up from my seat.

Deiphobos and Iphigeneia, who were helplessly squeezed between the three giants, clap their hands a little and leave after noticing the surroundings.

“King of kings of Achaia, rightful king of all Thracians, and king of Troy, my lord and father.

To welcome noble guests from the east and west, I would like to hear from you with an open heart.”

“Excessive modesty is unnecessary. We all have a rough idea of what you’ve done.”

Agamemnon said, his cold eyes shining.

From the first meeting to the banquet that followed, I was taken aback by the sharp appearance that I had never seen before before continuing.

“All right. Then, let’s get straight to the point.”

I walk over to the map that was previously pasted on a nearby wall and point to a spot.

“This is the land that the Gentiles call the Thracian Peninsula, and the Thracians simply call it ‘the peninsula’.

A rich land, a land with so many tribes, each one rich and rebellious.”

I move my hand pointing to ‘Peninsula’ and head to Iphigenia and Deiphobus.

“And it is also the land on which those two will build a city.”

“That part, I mean, bothers me.”

The king of Thrace, Lessus, started talking to me with an expression on his face.

“I don’t regret a small piece of land, if it’s for my rightful position granted by Zeus. However, it is the world that those who do not see the big picture are also scattered.

they will blame me He sold the land in Troy. I don’t know how the chieftains who were friendly to me will turn out.”

“And, their accusations will soon become meaningless, my king.”

I tap the peninsula side again.

…No, a little further down.

The sea, colored blue, narrow like a thread.

The thin blue line connects the Mediterranean Sea and the Black Sea.

“Isn’t the king of the Thracians aware? What are we aiming for?”

Hellespont Strait.

In modern times, a waterway called the Dardanelles Strait.

“That means it’s even more difficult.”

“no. It’s not like that. It’s the other way around, so it’s even easier.”

I move and take a step closer to the King of Lessus.

“In the vast land of Thrace, among them, only two lands have been occupied by Lord Lessus. One is the coast of the Aegean Sea adjacent to Macedonia, and the other is the coast of the Propontis Sea (Προποντίς, the sea between the Black Sea and the Mediterranean Sea, today’s Sea of Marmara).

Yet your armies outnumbered those of all others, and your wealth became the envy of all other chieftains. What is it for?”

“…”

“It is because much of Thracia’s wealth comes from its exquisite location. Because it is a key point connecting the Black Sea and the Mediterranean! It’s exactly the same reason why this Troy developed.”

“···hmm.”

“And if we, Troy and Mycenae, come together and seize one of the two straits that surround the Propontis, the Bosphorus and the Hellespont, we can control the wealth of Thrace.”

“…”

“Hey, let’s continue.”

Rhesus puts on a sullen expression, while Agamemnon’s eyes light up with interest in contrast. This time I turn my head to Agamemnon and say:

“And if the tribes of Thrace are caught on a leash under the might of our three powers, they will surely be cornered and try to recapture this peninsula. at that time!”

I clenched my fists with both hands and banged against each other hard enough to make a sound. My fingers are tingling.

“We will subdue them with overwhelming force. Those who have lost hope will be subjugated to us, and the great King of Lessus will truly be the conqueror of Thrace.”

“Except for the Hellespont Strait.”

“My king, this land cannot be maintained even for a moment without your help. The word rich strategic point means that it is the best prey for thieves on land and sea.

How could Deiphobus and Iphigenia reign on the ‘peninsula’ unless some great ruler acknowledged the ownership of the land?”

“…”

Still, the King of Lessos comes out silently.

And if it comes out like that, I have a way too.

“There is no time. We have already announced that we are building ports everywhere.

And the two kings gathered at one end of this strait. They will assemble already, and if you don’t start early… your throne is in danger, son of Aioneus.”

“Are you intimidating me?”

“no. It’s just practical advice.”

“…”

silence.

The silence was broken just as I was about to turn my head back to Agamemnon.

“I will put one condition.”

“condition? King of Thrace, we have gathered here to help you. No one is saved with conditions.”

“But think of the riches you will get. I am offering you a deal, not begging. As a king equal to you,”

Rhesus raises two fingers after responding to Agamemnon’s words. And fold one of the fingers.

“First, the Thracian ships passing through that strait must be those with my permission. Everything else should be controlled.”

“…That’s your legitimate request.”

“Troia also agrees to your proposal. He is a matter for your subjects, and it is none of our business to interfere.”

“The second condition.”

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Lessos said as he folded his remaining fingers.

“…help me until I can seize the Bosphorus Strait. This is a request to the two who will become the rulers of the new city.”

So… it’s a story that we can’t just hand over the right to shut off the faucet called the Black Sea.

And, this wasn’t something we agreed to do.

Priam and Agamemnon each looked at their son and at their daughter.

The two looked at each other and finally nodded.

“If the King of Thrace asks for it.”

“Good.”

Agamemnon replies pleasantly, gets up from his seat, and looks around the crowd. Even though there are only 6 people including myself.

“Then now all grievances have been resolved, and a holy agreement has been reached between the three kingdoms. The gods detest those who break promises, and Zeus will guarantee this sacred oath.”

“Thracia agrees too.”

“Troia will do the same.”

“…Ah, that’s right. There is but one problem left to be resolved, son of Laomedon.”

Suddenly, Agamemnon looks at Priam with a mischievous expression. Everyone looked at him with curious faces, and Agamemnon said in a light tone like a joke.

“The name of the new city has not been decided. Besides, there is not even a name for the peninsula on which the city will be built. You can’t just call that place ‘Peninsula’ forever, can you?”

“That’s right.”

“But shouldn’t that also be left to the parties concerned?”

“Ah… Actually, there is a name that Paris-sama gave me first.”

“What is it, daughter?”

Iphigenia’s face suddenly turns red and she can’t answer her father’s question. Then, it was Deiphobos who spoke this time.

“Brother Paris said he was blessing the beauty of his new bride, so he requested that we name it Calipolis (Καλλίπολις, beautiful city).”

“Yes, Callipolis…”

“Not bad.”

Yes, originally I was going to name something like ‘Thracian Metropolis’. For some reason, isn’t it an auspicious name that seems like it will become a wealthy city in the Mediterranean?

…But looking back, I had a more important mission.

To honor the soul of a great wartime leader.

“Then the name of the peninsula is…”

“That, too, shouldn’t be a long thought. How about the Calipolia Peninsula?”

Everyone, including me, nodded in agreement with Lessos’ proposal.

In the end, new place names such as ‘Calipolis’ and ‘Calipoli Peninsula’ were written on the empty space on the map.

So the three kings gathered and took an oath in front of Zeus, saying that the name of the land would forever remain Gallipoli… no, Calipolia.

I was thrilled for some reason and looked out the window in the distance.

I have visions of some gangster-looking Englishman biting on a cigar and looking at me generously.

also.

It seems that Mr. Winstonos Chorchilos in the sky is also happy.