The Place Where I Was Sold as a Slave Was the Imperial Palace

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sorry. I completely forgot about my new slave. hastily corrected. thank you

＜Golden Slave Boris＞

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“I’m going there for the first time too, and they say there is a training ground that only slaves with gold and silver necklaces use separately.”

By the time Levin spoke as if he remembered, he had already arrived at his destination.

Maybe I should have said it earlier.

He is also a stupid boy.

The coachman quietly drove the carriage close to the huge building. The pounding of horses’ hooves resounded in the dark air of dawn.

Rudy looked up at the roof of a building soaring into the black sky.

Quite high.

There were several long windows under the rounded roof.

I thought that it might not be as fancy as the building where the New Year’s banquet was held before, but it might be bigger in terms of scale.

There is a fairly tall and large door on the right side of the building, as if only people could come and go. It looked big and thick, as if it wouldn’t collapse even if a cannon was fired.

‘Can a person move a door like that?’

If there is a human who can push and pull something like that, it seems that one person can completely wipe out the enemy.

Before the carriage could even stop, the attendant Levin quickly got off the ground. He ran to the other side and held out his arms to Rudy.

“…”

It seems to want to hug and put it down.

When the carriage stopped completely, Rudy shook his head at Levin and lowered himself to the ground.

Levin shook his shoulders.

“Did you like it?”

“I can do it alone.”

“But I am a servant.”

“Levin.”

“You! Call me Levin. It’s you! It’s nonsense.”

“…”

I think it’s even more absurd for a servant to attach the word ‘nim’ to a slave.

Behind the exaggeratedly sad figure of Levin, the door to the building opened.

A tall man stood in the doorway.

“You are Rudy.”

the man said softly.

Light leaks from inside, making it difficult to see the face of the man standing in front of the door.

but he is an old man

The hair on the top of his head glistened white in the light.

“You must be the servant Levin.”

The man tilted his head slightly, looked at Levin, and strode out.

Rudy’s gaze went to the man’s leg.

I don’t know what I’m wearing, but I don’t hear footsteps at all.

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Dawn, before dawn, is the darkest. The carriage’s horse had lights, but the man’s feet were nowhere to be seen.

The man who walked up to Rudy and Levin grinned.

“I am Boris, who will be in charge of you guys.”

A gold necklace was attached to the man’s neck.

‘Is this a golden slave?’

The man seen under the light of the electric lamp is quite old.

He was tall and well-built, but he had fine wrinkles around his eyes and his hair was white. No matter how bad it is, I think 60 is enough.

It seems that he is much older than the emperor. Since when did he become a golden slave?

Boris grinned as if he knew what Rudi was thinking.

“I am not the golden slave you speak of. It belonged to His Majesty the former Emperor. Let’s go in anyway. It looks like it will be a long relationship with you guys, so it would be better to say hello properly.”

But why is Levin with him? Wasn’t this man teaching Rudy how to fight?

Rudy glanced at Levin’s expression, but he too seemed bewildered.

He tilted his head, then smiled brightly. seems to have given up on the idea.

‘That’s why I managed to come in to serve as a servant.’

I think that being a servant or servant is a job that you can’t do if you don’t notice, but I think that guy is wrong.

Boris took Rudy and Levin into a huge building.

Inside, even though it was early morning, several people were waving their weapons.

Some wield the sword alone, while others compete in pairs.

When Boris entered, the man who had been wielding a weapon alone stared at Rudi’s face.

The man was wearing a silver necklace.

But as soon as Boris’s eyes met, he quickly lowered his head.

And never looked back.

It was a little strange, as if he was afraid.

Inside the building, under the torches, Boris looks like an old gentle old man. Outside the dark building, I thought he was over 60, but looking inside, he was clearly older.

“Wherever you go, you must first check the entrance. You can’t just be idly by without checking where you’re going to run.”

Boris said with his back turned, then suddenly turned around.

It was so fast that my eyes couldn’t keep up.

In the moment of surprise, Boris was already sitting on his knees in front of the two of them.

He stretched out both hands and grabbed Rudy’s and Levin’s heads with one hand. I think I touched it slightly, but I can’t move it.

Boris looked straight into Levin’s face.

“Did you see where the door was besides where we came in?”

“There was a big door on the right.”

Levin answered right away, and Boris looked at Rudy this time.

Rudy also saw two entrances outside the building. Levin didn’t seem to see it, but there was also a door on the side.

“What about you?”

Boris asked Rudy.

Rudy shook his head. It would be strange for a five-year-old to see and remember such details.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see it.”

“…”

Boris looked at him quietly. It’s like seeing through a lie.

Rudy looked up at Boris with his eyes wide open as if he didn’t know anything. Even with his knees folded, Boris was slightly taller than him.

After a while, Boris grinned.

“It must be worthwhile to teach.”

Boris’ hand lightly stroked Rudy’s and Levin’s hair.

“What I teach you is survival. I will teach you how to survive in this imperial palace and in the war.”

Levin asked strangely.

“Uh, am I a servant? But why are you learning that?”

Boris grinned.

“I heard that the first thing to learn when an attendant enters. What is it?”

“Three years deaf, three years blind, dumb forever…”

“okay. Do you know why I am the first to hear that?”

“Uh, is that how it should be…?”

Levin tilted his head, and Boris smiled, gently laying his white eyebrows.

“Because being able to keep that word is the most important quality for a servant. They say you have great qualities. I heard that even if they are loud and loud, they do not reveal anything important.”

“…”

“But they say they are about to be kicked out. So, the chamberlain asked for you. An attendant isn’t the only one who cares for and serves the imperial palace. If you learn martial arts in your body, you can work with those systems. It’s just that you don’t know, there are various roles for servants.”

“…Can I stay here?”

“If you listen to me carefully and follow me, it will happen.”

Levin bit his lip for a moment.

“···thank you.”

Tears fell from Levin’s eyes as he barely spoke.

I don’t know what it is, but it seems that it wasn’t to the level of being fired for not doing well or being bullied. It’s speculation, but it seems like something significant happened.

Maybe it was entrusted to Boris as a reward for keeping his mouth shut.

“Thank you to the chamberlain later.”

Boris grinned and led Rudy and Levin to the bleachers on the side of the building.

This place seems to be not just a training ground, but also a gladiatorial arena.

One side of the building consisted of several floors of bleachers.

On the other side of the wall, there is also a space protruding into the air as if it were a special grandstand. It felt like a special seat you see when watching something like an opera.

Sitting in the bleachers, Boris asked the two if they knew what a golden slave was.

Levin nodded confidently.

“yes! I am the personal slave of His Majesty the Emperor.”

“Do you know the difference between a silver slave and a slave?”

“There are fewer slaves with gold collars. Uh, and unlike the Silver Slave, it always stays by the Emperor’s side. Like an escort knight.”

“That’s not an accurate description.”

Boris slightly stuck out his neck and showed his necklace. The imperial imperial family’s crest was engraved on the golden hard surface.

“The coat of arms of this imperial family is stamped on both gold and silver. It means that everything belongs to the emperor. But look here.”

Boris turned the collar slightly to see a picture of a dog and a goblin fused together.

Next to the painting was a magic stone.

It seems that this was also a magic tool.

“The golden necklace contains a sentence like this. This sentence refers to the individual emperor. My mark refers to His Majesty the former Emperor.”

Rudy tilted his head as he recalled that there was no such mark on his silver necklace.

His was not even a magic tool. It was just a silver necklace.

Could it be that silver slaves don’t wear magic tools, but normal necklaces?

Boris said if he knew Rudy’s question.

“It’s just that Rudy is still young and hasn’t officially received a necklace. The formal necklace is given after the body’s growth is complete. Hemp necklaces cannot be undone if the owner is not in the world, so I do not wear them when I am young.”

Rudy’s eyes widened.

a little surprised A slave’s life was insignificant, he thought, and he wouldn’t care if the child grew up and died of strangulation.

Boris grinned at Rudy’s neck.

“You’re still wearing silver. The golden necklace contains His Majesty’s personal crest, so it takes some time to make. Didn’t His Majesty give you something instead?”

“Take the knife.”

“Yes, cherish it. It’s the one you gave me instead of the gold necklace. It must have been something valuable.”

Boris said that the number of gold slaves was fixed by law, whereas the number of silver slaves could be increased by ten, a hundred, or even a thousand.

An emperor can only have a maximum of five golden slaves in his lifetime. It is said that Boris’s owner, the former emperor, owned only two golden slaves before his death.

Silver slaves are passed on to the next emperor after the emperor dies, but gold slaves are different.

The gold slave’s necklace was engraved with a mark that could identify the emperor, and he served only one person for the rest of his life.

If the emperor they served died, the golden slaves could leave the palace at will. Leaving the necklace with the emperor’s mark on her neck intact.

“If the necklace is as it is…”

When Levin’s eyes widened, Boris laughed.

“Yes, that slave cannot be touched by anyone. If you leave the imperial palace, you will be monitored in your own way, but you will live without much inconvenience.”

“What happened to the other golden slaves besides Boris?”

Levin asked, and Boris answered with a slightly envious look.

“When the former emperor passed away, he took his own life.”

“…”

Boris shrugged and chin towards the gladiator.

“Look over there. The two of you will come here every morning from today and watch those people fight. Especially Rudy, since you are so young, let’s train your eyes more than your body until your body grows up to a certain extent.”

As Rudy looked at the slaves handling weapons, Boris said in a low voice.

“But you have to be careful. Human jealousy is a terrible thing. They will hate you to death for being a golden slave at a young age. Even if he knew he was going to die, he couldn’t resist the urge to kill.”

Boris lowered himself and whispered in Rudy and Levin’s ears.

“If you feel like dying, kill it! You two have that permission off. These are the things you learn from me today.”

A suppressed laugh rumbled from Boris’ throat.

Goosebumps appeared on my skin for some reason. It feels like leeches are crawling on your skin.

It seems that Levine did the same. Suddenly, he shuddered and examined Boris’s face.

When their eyes met, Boris stood up.

The eerie feeling I had felt for a brief moment was gone. Boris was looking down at the two of them, smiling like a benevolent grandfather.

＜Golden Slave Boris＞ End