A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Although the high fever subsided, Gallan's body was still very weak, so for the next few days, he could only lie in bed and rest.

Heimos stayed in the same room and slept on the same bed with him because he was nervous and had a high fever. It stands to reason that now that Garlan's dangerous period has passed, he should return to his temporary residence, but Heimos never mentioned this and still stayed in the same room with Garlan.

Gallan couldn't help but want to say this, but every time he glanced at Heimos's bandaged hands, he swallowed the words hard.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Heimos is like a child having a tantrum. He has to be fed the medicine, otherwise he will not drink it.

Garlan really had nothing to do with him.

At noon that day, Garlan was having a meal.

Although he was still a little weak, he was really not used to eating in bed. It didn't take much effort to get up anyway, so he sat at the table and ate lunch.

At this moment, he was stuffing a small piece of bread sprinkled with minced meat powder into his mouth, the size of a baby's fist.

After one bite, the minced meat powder scattered in the corner of his mouth, and he subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick it.

So the red tip of the tongue licked back and forth on the pink lips.

Garlan was so happy eating that he didn't notice at all that someone sitting next to him was staring at him intently.

Heimos only suffered burns on his hands. Due to his strong body, the initial low-grade fever had already subsided, so it was just a matter of hand inconvenience and he no longer needed to lie in bed to rest.

In the past two days, he often went out to deal with the follow-up matters of Tozes City with Caijos, Seth and other generals.

But every time I take medicine or rest at night, I will come back.

Before Garlan had lunch, he had just asked Garlan to give him medicine. When he was in a good mood, he sat next to him and watched Garlan eat, watching the red tip of his tongue sticking out to lick it from time to time. When he touched the corner of his lips, he felt itchy so badly that he wished he could just take that little tongue in his mouth and suck it hard.

Although countless scenes of him cruelly abusing the tip of his bitten tongue flashed through his mind, Heimos's face was still pale, showing no emotion at all, even when he looked at Garlan. It was deserted, as if he was just casually and calmly watching the young man next to him eating.

Having just finished swallowing a minced meat flour bun, he thought it tasted good, so he picked up another and took a bite. Garlan inadvertently glanced to the side and saw Heimos looking over.

The gaze seemed to be staring at his own mouth.

He looked at Heimos, and then at the bun he had just taken a bite of.

He asked: "Do you want to eat?"

Heimos didn't answer, but he suddenly stood up while he was sitting.

Then, lean over.

Before Garlan could react, Heimos had already leaned down.

Garlan watched the handsome profile face fall from his eyes, and the cool black hair was scattered on his hands.

The dark hair fell on the fair skin, forming a sharp contrast.

The slender eyelashes drooped down, casting a light shadow on the brown face.

The young man with half-lidded eyes opened his thin lips and bit the bun he was still holding in his hand.

The lips happened to be on the small gap he bit out.

Then, swallow.

Seeing that the cold lips were about to touch his fingers holding the bun, Garlan subconsciously let go of his hand, just in time with Heimos' swallowing action.

He watched helplessly as Heimos swallowed the bun that he had taken a bite of.

Garlan opened his mouth, he wanted to say, I have eaten this, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that Heimos had already eaten it. It seemed that it would have no effect if he said such words again.

But even if I didn't say it, I felt suffocated and panicked for no reason.

When he was thinking about whether to say something or not, Heimos, who chewed half a bun and swallowed it in several mouthfuls, looked up at him.

The golden-red eyes were like the sunset on the horizon, and the sharp corners of the slightly raised eyes revealed a bit of dangerous temptation.

Heimos looked at him and said, "More."

What else could it be?

Are you a three-year-old?

Garlan, who subconsciously wanted to complain about Heimos, just opened his mouth when he suddenly saw Heimos raising a hand and placing it on the table next to him.

There is no bandage on the forearm, revealing the traces of the healing burn, while the hands are still wrapped in the bandage, and the brown wrists with burn marks are all white below.

The white is a bit dazzling.

As soon as he saw Heimos' hand, the young man felt guilty.

So he obediently picked up another bun.

Heimos glanced at him, his eyes slightly curved, and then he leaned over and took Gallan's hand, biting the bread in small bites.

He ate very slowly, and even when being fed, his posture was somewhat calm and elegant.

He lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes covered up the glimmer of pleasure in his eyes.

After Heimos finished eating the bun slowly, he raised his eyes to look at Garlan again.

"Others too."

He looked at Garlan and said.

After giving the medicine, the boy who was now responsible for feeding him had broken the jar.

It’s all hella anyway, what’s the big deal.

Since Heimos, a grown man and a guy known as the Black Knight of Hell, shamelessly asks for food, what does he care about?

Garlan grabbed a few small olives from the fruit plate angrily.

The olive fruits are green in color, and each one is about the size of a human thumb.

Garlan just grabbed a handful, stretched his hand directly in front of Heimos, held the handful of olive fruits, and held it in front of Heimos without moving.

His eyes were raised slightly, looking at Heimos as if provoking.

Heimos glanced at Garlan and looked at the young man's raised eyebrows. His expression remained unchanged and he still looked calm.

But he suddenly leaned over and lowered his head.

The thin forehead hair fell on Garlan's wrist. He lowered his head and bit into an olive fruit. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it, then lowered his head and bit another one.

Garlan was startled at first, but he didn't expect Heimos to just lower his head and bite it from his hand without any care.

By the time he reacted, half of the olive fruit in his hand had been eaten.

At this time, Heimos lowered his head again, and the broken hair brushed against his wrist, tickling.

He looked at the way this big man lowered his head to bite the fruit with his own hands, and how his dark head moved in front of him. The dangerous aura around Heimos was now suppressed and disappeared. His appearance and demeanor looked extremely well-behaved.

Garlan suddenly felt that Heimos was now like a big dog lying obediently on the ground, lowering its head and licking food from its owner's hands.

When he thought about it, he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing the head moving in front of him, it looked more and more like it. He simply stretched out his other hand and touched the black hair close to his eyes.

Well, although the hair is dark, it feels as smooth as velvet.

It feels pretty good.

Garlan thought to himself and touched it again.

When he touched him like this, Heimos naturally looked up at him and his eyes fell on his face.

Garlan took back his hand and looked at him with a smile.

"why are you laughing?"

Heimos asked.

"……nothing."

How dare Garlan say that he felt like he was feeding a big dog just now.

Heymos would definitely be angry if he knew that he regarded him as a big dog.

"Um?"

Her golden-red eyes narrowed slightly and stared at him, giving off a dangerously sharp aura.

Gallan couldn't bear it, thought for a while, and whispered: "It's nothing... I just feel a bit like Nerga."

He added: "Because Nega particularly likes me to feed him like this."

Garlan thought to himself that Heimos wouldn't be too angry if Heimos was compared to a lion, right?

He planned well, but he didn't know that his thoughts were clearly seen by the other party.

Even if Garlan didn't say anything, Heimos could probably guess what Garlan thought of him.

He stared at Garlan for a while, then suddenly smiled.

He did not continue to ask, and his expression did not look angry. He just glanced down at Garlan's hand.

Garlan had just grabbed a handful of olive fruits and fed him. They had almost finished feeding him, but there was only one left in his palm.

The hand holding the fruit was still stretched out in front of him.

At that glance, he saw the green olive fruit rolling in the young man's white palm.

Heimos lowered his head again.

Garlan thought Heimos just wanted to bite the last olive fruit in his palm, so he didn't hide.

He watched Heimos lower his head, and he could vaguely feel the warm breath of the other person's breath in his palm, but he was itching to think about touching Heimos' head again.

Because it feels like Lunega's fur, soft, plush, and as smooth as silk, it feels very comfortable to the touch.

Suddenly, the palm of my hand felt hot.

Something wet and warm licked across his palm.

The itchy touch was transmitted from the sensitive skin of the palm, and there was an inexplicable tingling feeling.

Garlan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.

The last olive fruit in my palm suddenly fell to the ground.

He clenched his hands, his cheeks instantly turned red, and he glared at someone.

"You are a dog, why are you always licking me?"

he said angrily.

That day too, I suddenly licked the back of his neck and startled him, making him make such a strange sound. He hadn't even settled the score with him yet!

Heimos raised his eyebrows: "Isn't that what you were thinking just now?"

Garlan was choked.

The young man who had indeed thought about it suddenly felt guilty.

He whispered softly: "That's not possible...don't you feel dirty?"

Heimos replied: "I don't mind it."

Garlan: "..."

Just when Garlan was so choked up that he couldn't speak, Heimos leaned over again.

He said: "Actually, I don't mind if you think about it that much."

The golden-red eyes stared deeply at Garlan. Heimos's voice was calm and low, as if he was talking about something extremely serious.

But what he said was completely different from his expression and voice at the moment.

"But since I'm treated as that kind of pet, I should do something similar to please my owner...right?"

Gallan stared dumbfoundedly as Heimos' handsome face came closer and closer.

"Wait...wait, you..."

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to push the other person away, but Heimos' bandaged hand was right next to him, and he did not dare to use any force.

The man pressed down from top to bottom with great pressure, and the falling shadow almost enveloped his entire body.

Seeing that face approaching, he didn't know what he wanted to do.

"Your Highness Gallan, are you finished with your meal?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of the blond knight came in.

Heimos clicked his tongue, stepped back, and sat back.

Gallan, who had escaped the disaster, regained his composure. While shouting for Keyhos to come in, in order to cover up his embarrassment, he reached out and grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into Heimos' mouth.

He didn't think much about it, he just wanted to plug Heimos' mouth, so that Kehos would say some strange words when he came in.

As soon as Kayhos entered with permission, he saw his little prince feeding Prince Heimos, and subconsciously frowned.

Then, he spoke to Garlan calmly: "Prince, I'm disturbing your meal."

He turned his attention to Heimos: "However, there is something that requires Prince Heimos to go there."

Heimos swallowed the bun in his mouth, said nothing, stood up and went out.

Watching him leave, Garlan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to eat his half-eaten lunch, and his relieved expression was seen by Kayhos who turned around before leaving.

After walking for a while and standing in the corridor, the blond knight spoke.

"Prince Heimos, everything should be done in moderation." He said: "Although you did save His Highness, it would be too much to always use this little kindness to use His Highness."

Thinking of Prince Heimos' behavior in the past few days, which deliberately took advantage of Garlan's softness and deliberately let Garlan take care of him, accommodate him, and obey him, Kayhos felt a little unhappy.

"Prince Heimos, you are too narrow-minded to ask for repayment for a favor like this."

Heimos, who was standing by the wall, sneered.

"Kayhos, do you still remember what you said to me when Garlan was burned by charcoal fire to protect me?" He said lazily, "You said those words just to remind me of Garlan. Lan was injured to protect me, so let me remember this kindness and protect him well in the future?"

"At that time, does your behavior count as asking for repayment for a favor?"

Kehos was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, at that time, he deliberately provoked Heimos with a provocative method, and the purpose was just as Heimos said.

"It doesn't matter."

Heimos said, "Because I approve of your behavior."

He looked at his bandaged hands with a dangerous smile on his lips.

"If you have bargaining chips, you should use them wisely, right?"

He said with a smile, as if it was a matter of course.

Even if he was taking advantage of Garlan's guilt, he didn't care.

Since Garlan cared about his injury, he used his own injury to get close to him.

He obviously had such a good bargaining chip and advantage, but he gave it up just because he wanted to pretend to be a good guy... How could he do such a stupid thing.

Besides, he never thought he was a good person.

He rarely wants or cares about anything, but he will do whatever it takes to get the only person he wants.

The brief conversation between the two ended, and Heimos turned and returned to the room.

Caijos didn't say anything and just walked back.

He looked at Heimos's back, then glanced behind him. After seeing a figure coming from a distance, he raised a playful smile.

Garlan had finished eating, and when he saw them coming back together, he got up and walked towards them.

"Is it done so quickly?"

he asks.

Kayhos hummed, and he suddenly smiled and said to Garlan: "Your Highness, actually I am here now because Tal is bringing someone here, so let me tell you in advance."

"Huh? Speaking of which, I haven't seen Tal in the past few days..."

Just as Garlan was mid-sentence, rapid footsteps suddenly sounded outside, as if someone was running quickly from the corridor.

Not long after, the half-open door was pushed open, and a small figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Then, he rushed towards Garlan.

"Brother Garlan!"

Accompanied by a clear child's voice, the little princess Elson who ran all the way happily rushed over and hugged Garlan.

She was not tall, so she ran into Garlan's arms, and her arms were just enough to wrap around Garlan's waist.

Hmm, brother Garlan’s waist is so thin.

The little princess happily hugged Garlan's waist and held on, thinking as she secretly touched the young man's thin waist with her little hands.

The author has something to say: Don't mind the scars on Heymos' palms and fingers.

Rubbing fingers with scars... No, I mean, fingers with bumpy scars are more sensitive.