A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and its end forms a line with the fiery red sky.

The huge warship sailed on the sea, and countless large oars rowed neatly and powerfully on the sea, setting off white waves.

The huge fleet split the sea, the mighty lion flag with red background and gold pattern flying in the sea breeze, and the red-hot sunset in the sky cast a fiery red light on each battleship.

That was the royal fleet of Aaron Landis, their huge and majestic bodies moving slowly on the sea.

Considering the injuries of the two Aaron Landis princes, one had a hand injury and could not hold the reins tightly, and the other had an arrow wound on his back that was prone to splitting. They were not suitable for horseback riding, but riding a carriage was too slow, so we finally chose Take the battleship back to the royal city.

This is more stable, easier to recover from injuries, and the return speed will not be too slow.

After seeing off the fleet of the female warrior Aierson, Garlan and his party boarded the ship and set off around noon. It was already evening, and half of the red sun on the horizon had submerged under the sea. But the fiery red light projected diagonally was still quite dazzling, making everyone's faces turn red.

Even Garlan's long golden hair seemed to be dyed a little crimson.

At this moment, he was holding the warm decoction brought by the doctor woman, looking at the dark liquid, and smelling the indescribable strange smell that hit his nostrils... He had a grimace on his face, looking pitiful.

However, no matter how pitiful he looked, no one would help him at this moment, so he had to drink what he needed.

Garlan held his breath, raised his head, and poured the awful potion down his throat in one breath.

After he finished drinking, he ate several candied fruits to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth, and then he regained his breath.

He couldn't help but wonder how on earth Heimos managed to feed him such a bitter and unpleasant decoction, one by one, and still swallow it without changing his expression.

Especially for someone like Heimos who has always hated bitter taste...

don't know.

Gallan shook his head in confusion, gave up thinking, resignedly picked up another bowl of warm soup, and continued to perform his duty of feeding Heimos.

Naturally, the rooms he and Heimos had were the upper-level cabins with the best and broadest views on the battleship, as well as the most luxurious facilities.

Since boarding the ship, Heimos has been staying quietly in the room, and there has been no movement all afternoon. Even Garlan walked around the deck of the giant battleship he was riding on in the afternoon out of curiosity and took a brief look.

There are mainly crossbowmen on both sides of the deck, who rotate in the morning and evening. A small trebuchet is placed at regular intervals, while a large number of soldiers responsible for close combat stay in a huge inner cabin inside the battleship, sailing You must wear armor and be ready to take orders at any time.

This is the main configuration of battleships in this era.

After all, in this era without gunpowder and cannons, naval battles were mainly based on collision of each other's hulls and then hand-to-hand combat.

What impressed Gallan the most was that when he stood on the deck and leaned on the side of the ship and looked down, he saw countless huge oars, densely packed in three rows from top to bottom, and the number was estimated to be nearly a thousand.

When so many huge oars rowed neatly and set off layers of snow-white waves, it looked visually spectacular.

Carrying the medicine and walking into Heimos' cabin, Garlan saw Heimos sitting by the window of the room at a glance.

Below the window of the cabin is a row of wooden benches extending along the wall of the ship's hull. They are painted a snow-white color, with smooth and rounded edges, and exquisite patterns carved into the base.

Heimos sat sideways, one foot casually stepped on it, one arm rested on his bent knee, and his hand wrapped in a snow-white bandage hung down diagonally.

He tilted his head, and the strong wind blowing from the sea blew his black hair as messy as the night sky, revealing his brown forehead. The fiery red sunset slanting down from the horizon reflected on his cheeks, making the brown cheek on one side a little red, but making the other cheek fall into shadow.

Heimos's slender body sat by the window in a casual posture, looking at the boundless sea with his increasingly red eyes reflecting the setting sun.

The eyelashes are slightly drooped, the thin lips are slightly pursed, and the eyebrows are slightly furrowed, not knowing what he is thinking.

When he was alone, it seemed as if there was an indescribable atmosphere surrounding him. Even though he had a face as handsome as the sunset, there was an inexplicable feeling that people didn't want to get close.

The pupils, which were clearly as crimson as flames, did not have the heat of fire, but were cold, like the flames from hell.

Not sure if it was his misunderstanding, Garlan always felt that he felt a solemn aura from Heimos at this moment.

Moreover, this aura seems to be gradually getting stronger as the royal city approaches.

As soon as Garlan entered the room, Heimos' attention was attracted, and he turned his head to look this way.

The moment the pupils reflected the young man's figure, the golden-red eyes became alive, as if the stone sculpture came to life instantly and took on the breath of a living person.

Heimos watched intently as Gallan walked towards him with the medicine, watched as Gallan sat down next to him, took a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

The golden-red eyes looked at the young man without blinking.

After a while, Heimos did not open his mouth obediently as usual, but suddenly turned his head to avoid the silver spoon that was brought to his mouth.

"Don't drink."

There was a distinctly unhappy tone in his voice.

Garlan, who held up the silver spoon for a long time: "..."

Is this... losing your temper?

Why?

Could it be that I finally discovered that the act of feeding and drinking medicine spoon by spoon is actually very painful and stupid?

Of course, Garlan would never be stupid enough to say the above words.

He thought for a while and put the decoction on the table beside him.

Having been with Heimos for so many years, he knew the guy's character very well. Whether he described Heimos as a big black dog or a big black wolf, he could only deal with Heimos by coaxing him.

And, to be honest, in his opinion, Heimos was actually quite easy to coax.

And Garlan can probably guess the reason why Heimos is losing his temper like a child.

He is insensitive to emotions, but that doesn't mean he is stupid.

Heymos was sulking, definitely because of what Princess Elson said before she left, that she must give birth to his child.

If Garlan thought it was incredible that Heimos liked him at first, but now, even he had to admit that Heimos was not just talking.

After all, Heymos is not the kind of person who would rush into the fire for others...

To be honest, Garlan was already panicking.

After all, he initially thought that even if Heimos liked him, it would be fine as long as he refused, but Heimos' feelings for him were obviously not something he could get rid of with just a few words.

"Emma is only more than ten years old, and the words she said are just childish words. How can you be more serious with a child?"

Garlan said helplessly.

"Everything a child says is true."

"When she grows up, she will definitely come to you," Heimos said.

Compared with adults who are accustomed to using lies to disguise themselves, children are more persistent in their own obsessions.

Because what children say is what they really want from their hearts.

He turned back and stared at Garlan.

"Will you let her have your child?"

Garlan was choked.

"I'm talking about you..."

Seeing the serious look in Heymos's eyes, he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

"Even if she is serious, in my opinion, she is just a child. How could I have any strange thoughts about children? I am not a pervert."

He sighed and said, "And..."

Moreover, by the time the little princess came running to find him, he had already left the royal city and did not know where he would start his journey.

Maybe he even has a wife by then.

Although it is common for men in this world to have several lovers, he does not intend to do such immoral things. As long as he has the one he loves, he will be devoted to her wholeheartedly.

"and?"

Heimos was still staring at him, his eyes deep and sharp, as if he was probing his heart to judge whether what he said was true or false.

Naturally, he was only thinking about leaving the royal city, so he couldn't say it in front of Heimos.

Gallan thought for a moment and said, "Besides, she is not my type. Even if she grows up, I will not be with her."

Although the little princess looks very cute and will definitely be a beauty when she grows up, he remembers Caihos saying that Emma's talent for martial arts is not bad, and she will definitely be a powerful Elson female warrior in the future.

...He doesn't want a girlfriend with incredible martial arts.

Probably because what he said really came from his heart, Heimos's expression softened slightly.

"You have to remember what you said."

His golden-red eyes stared at Garlan unblinkingly, and there was something vaguely heart-stopping hidden in those eyes.

Heimos looked at Garlan deeply.

There was some indescribable meaning in that look, which made Garlan's throat feel tight for some reason.

"Garlan, please don't lie to me."

He heard the man staring at him say.

"I will not allow you to lie to me."

The deep voice seemed very light, but every word in the words was extremely firm and powerful.

Every syllable that came out of Heimos's mouth seemed to have a huge force, making it difficult to breathe.

Inexplicably, a sense of crisis arises.

The sixth sense is telling Garlan that danger is approaching.

But at this moment, he was stared at by those golden-red eyes, but he couldn't move.

The man's gaze was extremely intimidating.

He felt like a prey being stared at with a powerful and aggressive gaze by a terrifying beast.

The man's hand reached out, and the fingers wrapped in snow-white bandages touched his cheek.

The low voice sounded in his ears again.

"Remember, don't let anyone touch you."

The man stared at him and said.

"Don't let anyone get closer to you than me."

The movement of Hermos' fingertips stroking his cheek was extremely gentle, and his voice was also soft when he spoke.

However, there was something extremely terrifying hidden deep in that seemingly calm voice.

Heimos said softly: "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I will do."

Garlan's heart beat violently.

The terrifying thing hidden under the soft voice frightened him for a moment.

no.

he thinks.

This cannot go on.

His sixth sense was warning him.

Must escape.

If you don't escape, it will be too late.

If Garlan was just a little panicked about Heimos' attitude before saying this, at this moment, he was already panicking.

He was indeed grateful to Heimos for saving him, but that didn't mean that he was willing to accept Heimos' feelings in that regard.

Even if the gender issue is put aside, for this person, even if their grudges have been cleared up in this life, it is still impossible for him to like this person.

After all, he had died four times at the hands of this man.

Death, even just once, is unforgettable.

The young man lowered his eyes, and the thin eyelashes covered his eye sockets, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes at this moment.

He pursed his lips.

At this moment, he made up his mind.

After returning to the royal city, as soon as King Kamos came back, he would tell him all his thoughts.

He must leave the palace and the royal city as soon as possible.

He had to get away from Heimos, the sooner the better.

Before everything gets out of hand.

…………

After three days and three nights of sailing, the royal fleet arrived at the port of the Royal City in the morning.

Because there was a tailwind on the way back, the speed was slightly faster.

The lion flag with red background and gold pattern fluttered in the wind, and the giant warship slowly sailed into the port and anchored in the dock.

The huge and heavy wooden ladder was tied tightly with cables. People on the shore slowly pulled it out with the cables and set it up on the shore.

When Garlan stepped down from the wooden ladder, he looked up and saw a crowd of people standing on the shore, apparently waiting for them.

It seemed that they were coming to greet them, but Garlan felt something was wrong when he saw it, because the crowd didn't make a sound.

Led by several noble ministers, they stood on the shore with their guards, their faces looking quite serious.

"Your Highness, something is wrong."

Kayhos's low voice came from behind.

The little fat man followed closely and started muttering in a low voice.

"Yeah, that's not right. The faces of those old guys were ugly, as if they had been stabbed several times."

A hand reached out and grabbed Garlan's wrist.

Garlan turned his head subconsciously and saw the face of Heimos beside him.

He was startled.

Because it was the first time for him to see Heimos' face with such a cold expression.

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't do anything."

After Heimos said this, he let go of his hand, walked a few steps quickly, and landed on the shore before him.

Garlan, who was lagging behind, was still standing on the wooden ladder. Before he could react, he saw the crowd on the shore make way, and a column of knights in fiery red armor walked through the crowd.

The fiery red armor style and the lion emblem printed on the knight's shoulder pads shocked Garlan.

Royal Knights.

It is a knightly order that belongs completely directly to King Camos, and all the knights in the group are loyal to King Camos.

They don't show up in front of others easily.

When King Camos went out to fight, they were responsible for guarding the royal city and had great authority.

They fear no one and are ruthless.

No matter who they are or how high their status is, as long as there is a possibility of endangering the royal power, they will ruthlessly eliminate them.

"Please forgive me for being rude, Prince Heimos."

The leading knight commander bowed and saluted Heimos expressionlessly.

"You took away the military symbols sealed in the inner palace without the permission of King Camos, and used the military symbols to mobilize the army without authorization. This behavior has greatly offended the royal authority."

He said in an emotionless voice.

"Now I am arresting you in the name of the Royal Knights Guards. Please do not make any resistance, otherwise, we have the right to use force against you."

The knight commander's words shocked Garlan, who was still standing on the gangway.

Seeing that the royal knights were about to take Heimos away, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and ran down.

"wait--"

Before he could finish a word, Heimos, who had been following the royal knights very quietly from the beginning until now, suddenly turned around.

That glance forced Garlan to push back the rest of his words.

[No matter what happens, don’t do anything. 】

Garlan stood there blankly, watching Heimos' back disappear before his eyes.

His mind went blank at this moment.

Heymos took away the military symbols and mobilized the army without the permission of King Camos.

...Is this why Heymos was able to lead his troops to Tozes City within four days? !