A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Garlan stood there, feeling a headache.

His eyes swept around the chamber, only to see everyone's lowered heads. They used this action to show their obedience to King Camos's decision.

Although not everyone is willing to surrender, and some people will be dissatisfied with it, at this moment, under the great authority of King Camos, no one dares to speak out to object.

The young man subconsciously turned his attention to his guardian knight for help.

Because he was the guardian knight of Prince Garlan, Caihos could not express his opinion on this occasion. He saw the gaze of his prince, but he misinterpreted the meaning of the gaze, thinking that Garlan was just disturbed by this unexpected incident. It was just a little caught off guard, so naturally, as a guardian knight, he gave his little prince an encouraging smile without hesitation.

Garlan: "..."

For the first time, he felt that the handsome face of his guardian knight was an eyesore when he smiled.

And just when he was staring at Caijos's handsome face and feeling unhappy, suddenly a strong force came from his hand.

Caught off guard, Garlan was pulled forward violently. In just two steps, he walked up the short snow-white stone steps to the high platform.

King Kamos, who once again grabbed his hand and pulled him up to the high platform, smiled at him, patted his head lovingly, then turned around and sat down on the huge malachite throne.

The tall and muscular Lion King sat boldly on the throne, one hand resting on the wide armrest of the seat, and his slender fingers holding the polished smooth emerald green hemispherical top.

The golden ring inlaid with lapis lazuli reflects the bright sunlight and is set on the brown finger with thick calluses.

The crimson cloak fell from his back, hanging from the cold malachite to the ground.

The spacious throne was obviously more than twice as wide as his body, but the aura of Kamos sitting there was as if he had filled the throne to the hilt without leaving any gaps.

Sitting there, he gave people an invisible sense of oppression and majesty.

Just by sitting there, he changed the atmosphere of this huge chamber.

No one dared to look up.

…

In the court, a familiar voice of reply could be heard. Because of King Camos's expedition, political affairs had been piled up too much for too long, and urgent government affairs were reported to King Camos.

Garlan stood quietly next to the throne.

From where he stood, he could see everyone below him.

Everyone below, no matter who they were, bowed their heads deeply in his direction.

One person is inferior to ten thousand people, as if at this moment.

That is a moment that can sink most people in this world.

The so-called reason was as fragile as glass before this scene.

The glory of power and the pleasure of overlooking all living beings are so crazy.

The young man's fine eyelashes drooped down, covering his golden eyes. The wind blowing from outside the hall swept through his fluffy forehead, and the fine hair tips swept past the corners of his eyes, casting shallow shadows on his eye sockets.

No one could see the look in his eyes at this moment.

He just stood quietly in that enviable position with a calm expression.

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………………

It was already in the afternoon, and although they had learned that King Camos had returned to the palace early, the team of royal knights responsible for guarding Heimos were still here because King Camos had not yet issued an order. In the palace.

The green-haired priest was in the courtyard, talking to an attendant.

After the conversation was over, the attendant left, and he returned to the room with a gloomy face.

"Your Highness, I have warned you not to trust Prince Gallan."

he said unhappily.

"What's wrong?"

Heimos, who was sitting quietly by the bed and reading books, raised his head and looked at Suojia.

"Didn't Garlan clear my name?"

Looking at Suojia's not so good expression, he raised his eyebrows.

"Something happened?"

It stands to reason that King Camos has returned to the palace, and those guys who have been jumping around should be honest.

When Heimos asked, Suojia's face became more and more gloomy.

"King Camos just announced in public on the Square of the Gods that he would make Prince Gallan the crown prince."

After a pause, he frowned and continued.

"Also, he has asked Prince Gallan to stand next to the throne of the Council."

The fingers that were turning over a parchment page paused for a moment, and Heimos seemed to be distracted for a moment.

"Your Highness, you helped Prince Garlan despite being punished, but he did it behind the scenes and made King Camos make him the crown prince."

The priest of the God of Night, who has always been a conspiracy theorist, feels more and more wrong the more he thinks about it.

"He deliberately created such a big battle, I'm afraid not only to help you clear your name, but also to openly show his wisdom and fairness to everyone through this method, thereby gaining everyone's recognition."

"He even used this to let King Camos determine his status in public."

If Prince Gallan really did this on purpose, secretly planning and taking advantage of the situation to achieve his goal of being established as the crown prince, then this young prince is quite scheming.

For a time, Suojia had already imagined countless conspiracies.

In fact, he should have thought of it a long time ago.

He knew exactly what kind of person His Highness Heymos was.

Although he doesn't show it on the surface, he is definitely a completely self-centered person who puts himself first in everything and is cold-hearted.

But Prince Garlan could make His Highness like him willing to be punished but still protect him.

Just from this, he should have thought that the prince was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Everyone, including His Highness Heimos, was deceived by the harmless appearance of the little prince.

Suojia made this conclusion in his heart.

"...The Crown Prince."

After a long silence, Heimos slowly uttered these words.

The tone was very calm, without any ups and downs, and it was impossible to tell what his mood was at the moment.

He put down the book in his hand and turned around to look.

Through the open window, he looked at the boundless blue sky and the scorching sun that hung high in the sky and spread its sunlight across the earth.

Bright light illuminated his brown face and fell into the depths of his pupils.

A little breeze blew through his dark hair.

No one knew what Heimos was thinking as he looked at the scorching sun in the sky at this moment. Even Suojia beside him couldn't guess.

There was sudden movement at the palace gate, and the golden-red eyes looking at the scorching sun fell on the young man who happened to walk into the courtyard gate at this moment.

The pupils reflecting the young man's figure moved slightly, revealing an indescribable emotion.

Heimos didn't move or speak, he just continued to look like this.

Garlan walked into the courtyard and walked straight to the royal knight captain who led the team to guard the palace, holding a sky-blue cloth in his hand. He said a few words to the knight captain and handed over the royal order that King Camos had just written in his hand.

The knight commander read it carefully and after confirming that it was indeed the king's order, he bowed and saluted Garlan.

Then, he quickly left the palace with the team of royal knights.

Watching the royal knights leave, Garlan felt a gaze staying on him for a long time. When he turned his head, his eyes met those golden-red eyes.

The distance between the two of them was too far, and he couldn't clearly see the look in Heimos's eyes, but he could vaguely feel the depth in his eyes.

Also, some kind of indescribable sharpness.

It made his heart suddenly beat sharply.

Heimos knew what happened to the Crown Prince.

He felt so instinctively.

Garlan took a deep breath, asked his personal guards and attendants to stay outside, and walked into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, he met the green-haired priest standing at the door.

That is...the priest of Nanna, the god of night.

Garlan thought to himself, his eyes scanning the face of the priest who bowed to him.

This sight made his chest tighten.

This person is——

This familiar face was one he had faced in several consecutive lives.

Thorga, the priest of Nanna, is a confidant of Heimos and is good at using various intrigues.

In previous lives, this man had followed Heimos every time he was killed.

...Sure enough, in this life, he still joined the command of Heimos.

He was still looking at him with the same unkind eyes as in previous lives.

Garlan exhaled slowly to calm down his rapidly beating heart, then moved his eyes away from Suojia's face and fell on Heimos.

He vaguely felt that those golden-red eyes were staring at him from the moment he entered the gate until now.

It was so deep that it seemed to swallow him whole.

Walking up to Heimos, Garlan leaned over and directly took Heimos' hand.

"Did you change the dressing?"

He looked at the brand new snow-white bandage and asked.

Heimos did not answer his question, but instead closed his fingers and squeezed the hand that held Garlan's hand.

He held it firmly, as if he didn't want to let it leave his hands.

However, after only exerting force for a moment, he immediately let go, as if he was afraid of holding Garlan in pain.

Garlan was startled for a moment, but he thought it was because Heimos felt pain in his hand and let go.

He subconsciously asked: "Does your hand hurt?"

At this time, a voice came from behind.

"With such a serious injury, it's impossible not to feel pain."

Suojia, who was standing aside, spoke. He was quite troubled when he saw that His Highness was holding the hand of Garlan, who was supposed to be his enemy, and wouldn't let go.

"Although I was so seriously injured, it was worth it to be able to protect you, Prince Garlan."

"Otherwise, even if it has nothing to do with His Highness Heimos, if something happens to you, King Camos will blame His Highness for it."

He said it with meaning in his words.

It is implied that King Camos is partial to Prince Garlan.

"It's all your credit for being able to exonerate His Highness." He seemed to say casually: "Ah, by the way, I heard that you are going to be made the crown prince. Congratulations."

On the surface, there seems to be nothing wrong with that statement, but secretly it points out that as soon as Heimos saved Garlan, Garlan took advantage of Heimos' guilt and became the crown prince.

Garlan sighed inwardly.

I'm afraid not only Suojia, but many people will think that he took advantage of this incident to become the crown prince.

Even though I really didn’t do anything.

The pit that Brother Kamos dug for him was so deep that he could not climb out.

…………

Hey Moss, does he think so too?

"Suojia, step back."

Heimos, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"..."

Suojia shut up, bowed slightly, turned around and retreated.

Although his face was expressionless, he was very angry in his heart.

I don’t know what kind of ecstasy soup Prince Gallan poured into His Highness, and he still asks His Highness to protect him.

He left the room and closed the door.

However, when he was closing the door, he couldn't help it and looked back through the crack in the door that was about to be closed.

That glance made his heart suddenly beat hard——

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"Heimos..."

After Suojia was repelled, Garlan had just spoken halfway when Heimos, who was sitting, suddenly stretched out his hands, held his face and pulled him down.

Caught off guard, he was pulled down.

Before he could react, those soft lips with a bit of coolness had already kissed him.

The warm and moist tongue even licked the corner of his lips.

He bolted upright.

"you--"

As soon as he uttered a word, Garlan suddenly remembered something and looked back in panic. Fortunately, the priest seemed to have left, and even the door was closed. No one should have seen it.

After feeling relieved, he raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth that seemed to still have traces of moisture. The nervousness he felt when he saw Heimos disappeared without a trace, and turned into glaring at Heimos.

Heimos raised his lips and smiled at him: "This is a thank you gift."

He added: "A thank you for clearing my name."

Garlan: "..."

Is there such a kind of thank you gift that you can force others to accept?

Although he was not happy to be forced to accept the 'thank you', he had to say that the uneasiness he felt when he came to see Heimos suddenly turned into a dumbfounding one when Heimos made him laugh.

Garlan raised his eyes to look at Heimos.

Heimos also looked at him, with a slight smile on his lips and soft eyes.

"Aren't you angry?"

"What?"

"Obviously you did it to help me. In fact, you rescued Tozes City. However, the trouble is all on you. Instead, it was me who was helped by you..."

Garlan paused and said, "Brother Wang said that he wants to make me the crown prince."

"…………"

Huymos did not answer immediately.

Garlan asked again.

"Aren't you angry?"

"...Do you feel sorry for me?"

"Well……"

"If I say that I am indeed angry, aren't you going to do something to calm me down?"

"Ah?" Garlan said blankly, "What to do?"

Heimos raised his hand, and touched his lips with his fingers wrapped in snow-white bandages.

"Kiss me and I'll write it off."

He said, looking at Garlan with slightly curved eyes.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Then I can only continue to be angry."

"…………"

The room was quiet for a while, and Garlan, who seemed to be angry, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Heimos looked at Garlan and chuckled.

He really didn't expect Gallan to take the initiative to kiss him. Those words were just to tease Gallan. After all, Gallan's little appearance of being so angry that he couldn't make a sound was really cute.

However, the silent young man suddenly spoke again.

"Heimos, you said that no matter what happens, you will not lie to me."

"Yes, I said it."

"Then, I ask you, and you have to answer me."

"good."

Garlan stood in front of Heimos, looking down at Heimos who was sitting.

"Heimos."

He asked, "Do you want to be a king?"

There was silence for a while.

The room seemed to have stopped in time at this moment.

Heimos looked up at the young man standing in front of him.

The sun shone from behind Garlan, making his face backlit.

【Do you want to be a king? 】

Heimos said: "Yes."

He said yes.

Because he said he would not lie to him.

He wants to be on the throne.

He wants to be king.

"……Yeah……"

He heard Garlan say this in a low voice, which was almost inaudible.

He looked up at Garlan, but in the backlight, he couldn't see Garlan's face clearly.

The next second, Garlan, who was standing in front of him, suddenly leaned down.

The long golden hair fell down the young man's shoulders, and a cool soft touch slid over his brown arms.

Garlan lowered his head, soft lips gently falling on his face.

He kissed him on the cheek.

Heimos suddenly opened his eyes wide.

There was a rare look of astonishment on his face.

He looked at Garlan in surprise.

Gallan, who had straightened up again, was also looking down at him. The wind blew in from the window, causing the young man's long golden hair to brush over his side cheeks and fly in the air like ocean waves.

Garlan suddenly smiled at him.

A bright smile, a smile like light.

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At this moment, Suojia, who accidentally saw his royal highness kissing Prince Gallan in his last sneak peek, stood dumbfounded in the courtyard, completely stunned.

I must be dreaming.

Nightmare!

Nanna, the great god of night, please awaken your servants from their nightmares——

The author has something to say: Even if there was no desire for revenge due to burns in previous lives, Heimos himself was ambitious.