A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Gallan's originally fair face was now very red, mostly from anger, but also partly from...

There is still a vague warm touch on the lips, and the slightly numb feeling on the tip of the tongue that was touched, as if it is imprinted on that place, lingering.

He could only press his lips harder and harder, and bite the tip of his tongue again, hoping to use the pressure and slight tingling sensation to get rid of the remaining touch.

Garlan stared at Heimos, who was sitting wet in the pool. His face was flushed, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire.

Unfortunately, Heimos only fell on the edge of the pool, which was very shallow. He sat in the water and pressed his hands behind his back to support his body. The swaying water did not even touch the knees of his bent legs.

He lowered his head slightly, his wet black hair sticking to his cheek, as if he was looking at the sword scabbard against his chest.

Then, his eyes followed the scabbard, followed Garlan's hand holding the sword hilt, and finally landed on Garlan's flushed face.

"Heimos, what on earth did you bring me here to do?"

Garlan's face tightened and he asked.

He was now standing by the pool, taller than Heimos. It was rare to be able to look down on Heimos from such a condescending position.

He felt that when he spoke, both his tone and movements were very fierce.

However, the ferocity that Garlan thought he had was completely different in the eyes of Heimos.

What he saw was that the boy's lips were very red.

Originally it was just a faint light pink, like a flower bud that has not yet opened, but at this moment, whether it was infected by the redness on the face or because it was too tight, the lips were red, like delicate petals that had just bloomed. It seems that just one look at it will whet your appetite.

So, instinctively, Heimos' eyes fell firmly on the red lips.

Heymos's naked and longing eyes were like coals of fire, making Garlan feel that the place he was staring at was extremely hot.

His cheeks, which had finally calmed down a little, suddenly became hot again, and the anger in his heart also surged up. He forced himself to calm down and thrust the long sword in his hand forward.

At this moment, the hard top of the scabbard hit Heimos's chest hard.

The young man gritted his teeth and asked, "What on earth are you thinking about?"

As he spoke, he stabbed Heimos in the chest with the scabbard of his sword bitterly.

If Heimos hadn't been sitting in the water right now, Garlan would have wanted to just kick this guy with his feet.

Heimos glanced at him, and then at the scabbard against his chest.

"You're not going to take it away?"

He didn't answer Garlan's question, but asked instead.

Garlan chuckled twice.

"No plan, I'm still thinking about taking off the scabbard."

As he spoke, he unceremoniously punched the top of the scabbard hard at Heimos's chest twice.

"After all, you didn't show any mercy back then."

He said that the words were a bit unclear and difficult to understand.

You know, when he was here in the previous life, Heimos directly stabbed him through the heart.

The force was so powerful and ruthless that it actually nailed his whole body to the stone wall with this sword.

When he thought about it now, he still felt his heart aching.

And now he just poked Heimos in the chest with the scabbard a few times, which was already quite cheap for this guy.

Just when Garlan was thinking about what happened in his previous life and angrily stabbed Heimos in the chest with his sword scabbard, Heimos suddenly burst into laughter.

"I did accidentally scare you so much that you fell down."

He looked up at Garlan and smiled.

"Now that you've pushed me into the water, your revenge is complete, so don't hold grudges anymore, okay?"

Garlan was startled for a moment, and his mind worked hard for a few times, and suddenly it dawned on him.

He finally remembered.

To him, this place was the place where Heimos killed him in his previous life, but to Heimos, this was the place where they first met when they were children.

When he was reborn in this life, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the young Heimos very close to him, and then he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

…

…………

No wonder Heimos asked him if he remembered where this place was.

He thought Heimos had seen what happened in previous lives and came to settle accounts with him, so he was extremely nervous.

It turned out that he himself had made a big mistake.

For some reason, Garlan felt like he was suddenly relieved.

The heavy mood that had been heavy since just now suddenly relaxed, and even the uncomfortable emotion buried deep in my heart disappeared without a trace.

Um? ...uncomfortable?

Garlan was suddenly in a trance.

Why did he feel uncomfortable just thinking about the fact that Heimos might alienate him because of the memories of previous lives?

Over the years, he has obviously been trying hard to stay away from Heimos, but now that there is a real possibility that Heimos will take the initiative to stay away from him, he feels... a little uncomfortable?

Why?

"Garlan."

Just when Garlan was stunned by the idea that suddenly appeared in his heart, Heimos suddenly called him.

He subconsciously looked towards Heimos, and saw Heimos' eyes lowered and fell on his hand.

"Garlan."

Heimos looked at his right hand with a cold look in his eyes.

"Will you keep that thing forever?"

"Ah? This is..."

Only then did Garlan realize that the sapphire box Opada had given him was still in his hand.

……etc.

What Heymos was staring at gloomily just now... was actually the sapphire in his hand?

So, the reason why Heimos looked bad just now... was because he was jealous?

Gallan, who finally reacted, was stunned and a little bit dumbfounded.

At this moment, Heimos, who was still sitting in the water, suddenly raised his hand and grasped the scabbard that was still pressed against his chest while he was not paying attention.

Then, pull hard.

The young man was caught off guard and was pulled down in the direction of Heimos.

There was only a pop, water splashed everywhere, and Garlan, who had no time to let go of the hilt of the sword, fell straight forward into the lotus pond.

The splashing water dazzled his eyes and splashed into his mouth.

When he spit out a mouthful of water, opened his mouth to take a few breaths, and finally opened his eyes again, he saw those golden-red eyes close at hand, with the corners of his sharp eyes raised slightly, revealing a little smile.

Only then did he realize that when he fell forward, he happened to be lying on Heimos.

The sun was shining in the afternoon, and the bright sunlight made the water in this pool sparkle.

Circle after circle of water ripples spread from the two people in the water, causing the green lotus leaves floating on the water to undulate.

Heimos sat on his back in the pool, with his legs bent in the water and his upper body tilted slightly backward.

He supported his body with one hand behind his back, and put his other hand around the waist of the young man in his arms.

And Garlan, who was dragged by him and fell into the pool, happened to lie on top of him, kneeling in the water with one hand on the side of Heimos, and the other hand was falling down. While doing this, he unconsciously grabbed the lapel of Heymos' chest.

Before he raised his head, his cheek had been pressed against Heymos' soaked chest.

The clothes Heimos wore were dark, and even though they were soaked, they only stuck to his body, revealing the tight muscle lines of the young man's body.

But Gal always wore light-colored clothes, and today he was also wearing a white short robe, which happened to be made of soft gauze fabric. When it was soaked with water, the gauze fabric became translucent.

The wet translucent gauze clothes clung to the young man's body, almost exposing his graceful and slender body like a deer to the sun.

The boy's body reflected the sun, flexible and beautiful, and his skin was as white as silky milk, but it was tangled with the light brown limbs.

The wet blond hair hung down from the translucent wet clothes, and a few strands stuck to Garlan's body. A few strands crossed the young boy's gleaming white limbs and wrapped around the brown arms with slightly bulging muscles.

The small cedar box rolled down to the side of the bottom of the pool, and the unsheathed long sword lay quietly in the water not far away.

Looking at the young man in translucent clothes lying on his body, his fingers felt the softness of the waist he was holding, and Heimos swallowed lightly in his throat unconsciously.

A fire suddenly started burning, spreading from the deepest part of his body to his limbs and even his internal organs.

He felt that his throat was terribly thirsty at this moment, and even immersing himself in the cold water could not relieve his heat at all.

His body was feeling hot, and he felt like a traveler who had been trekking in the desert for a long time, almost dying of thirst on the golden sand.

And the only thing that can quench his thirst and save his life is...

…

Not yet.

Not yet.

With this warning to himself, Heimos suppressed the hunger and thirst that surged from the bottom of his heart and suppressed his desire for the boy in his arms.

"Heimos! You are sick!"

But the boy who almost made him lose control was completely unaware of his own attraction. He raised his head and glared at him with gritted teeth.

"Do you believe that I will actually pull out that sword right now and stab you in the heart?"

Inadvertently, Heimos dragged him down into the pool, making him wet all over. He was in such a state of embarrassment that Garlan grinded his teeth in hatred.

In anger, he threatened Heimos with harsh words, and the hand holding Heimos' chest and clothes tightened harder.

When Garlan glared at him, Heimos suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Can."

"……ah?"

"I said yes."

"...You must have fallen silly, right?"

The corners of Heimos' mouth raised slightly, and he raised his right hand that was originally around Garlan's waist and pressed it on his chest.

His hand happened to be pressed against Garlan's hand that was holding his shirt.

Big brown hands covered the white fingertips and pressed them tightly against his chest.

He said, "I'll give it to you."

Heimos pressed his hand on the wet chest.

Under the strong chest touched by the fingertips, the heart inside was beating rhythmically.

There seemed to be deep interlacing of light and shadow in the depths of Heymos' golden-red pupils that reflected the young figure.

He said: "Remember, Garlan, it will always be yours."

…

Plop.

Suddenly.

That's the sound of a beating heart.

Garlan's whole body froze at this moment.

His hand was pressed on Heimos' chest, and his fingertips could clearly feel the rhythm of the heart coming from deep in Heimos's chest.

...But what he heard was not Heimos's heartbeat.

The sudden sound just now, what caught people off guard, seemed to be exploding in his ears, was the sound of his heartbeat.

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