A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The author has something to say: For the sake of your friends, this chapter was not published yesterday.

[Bitter words and heart-felt condition]

[I even believed it myself] (so I was beaten (no

The moment Heimos saw that there were no wounds on Gallan's back and breathed a sigh of relief, Gallan suddenly turned around, rested his elbows behind his back, raised his upper body and glared at Heimos.

Then, Heimos was kicked off him with a heavy kick.

There was a loud bang, which immediately alerted the guards standing guard outside.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince? What happened? Your Highness——"

The nervous shouts of guards came from outside the camp door.

Obviously, as long as Garlan's answer is delayed for one second, they will rush in.

"fine!"

Although his eyes were still staring at Heimos like fire, Garlan had to start responding loudly to the guards' shouts to prevent them from actually rushing in.

"I just didn't pay attention and tripped over here on the bed."

"Are you injured? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

"No, it's nothing. No need to call anyone. I'm ready to rest."

After finally calming down the guard outside the door, Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was lying on the bed, his clothes were still torn, and Heimos looked like he had been kicked out of the bed.

If the guard outside the door rushed in and saw this scene, he would not be able to explain it clearly.

When Garlan suddenly saw Heimos, apart from being stunned, Garlan also felt a little indescribable joy welling up from the bottom of his heart.

But now, looking at the man standing up as if nothing had happened, he felt like his teeth were itching with hatred.

Unable to hold back, Garlan angrily raised his foot and kicked Heimos hard.

It's just that Heimos was not too tall when he stood up straight, and his legs were long. When he sat on the bed, he could only kick Heimos' legs.

The consequence is -

As soon as he saw Heimos' long legs, he immediately remembered what Caijos said about his short stature. This kick not only did not calm him down, but made him even more depressed.

This guy Heimos is already a full head and a half taller than him.

If it weren't for this difference in height and physique, he wouldn't have been suppressed by this guy just now, and he wouldn't have been able to resist at all.

The young man was sulking here, and Heimos, who had already stood up, looked at Garlan.

Because Garlan was lying down half-lying, it was difficult for him to exert force, so to a rough-skinned black knight, that kick was no different than being bitten by an angry kitten.

Heimos looked at the boy who was still angry after kicking him, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly.

Perhaps even he didn't notice it, and he laughed again.

He hadn't smiled so relaxedly in a long time.

Ever since he had that dream and resolutely chose to return to the royal city, his heart had always seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, struggling in the sticky mud, as if it would be completely submerged in the darkness in the next second. Deep in the mud, sinking and falling endlessly...

He kept telling himself it was just a dream.

Garlan asked Tal to pass on the information to him, letting him know that Garlan was still alive.

But he just couldn't control the fear that was growing deep in his body. Those negative emotions were like vines and thorns that were constantly burning and flooded. They took root in his heart and spread crazily. The sting hurts.

Maybe it was because the dream was too real, as if it really happened in reality.

It reminded him that a long time ago, when Garlan went to Tozes City, he dreamed that Garlan was in a sea of ​​fire - and that scene really happened in reality - if he hadn't arrived in time, Garlan would have died. I'm afraid I will really be buried in the fire.

Every time he thought of this, Heimos felt a trepidation in his heart.

The scene of the young man on horseback being pierced through the heart by a sharp arrow shot from behind suddenly appeared in his mind.

The golden hair was soaked in the mud, blood flowed out from under the body, and the body gradually became cold...

It was as if he saw it with his own eyes.

Even in his dream, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the boy's body turning from warm to cold little by little, and finally turned into a lifeless corpse in the dark night.

His heart twitched violently.

Heimos suddenly leaned down and hugged Garlan without saying anything.

Gallan, who wanted to change his clothes, was using his elbows to prop up his upper body and wanted to sit up. As a result, as soon as his upper body was halfway up, a black shadow suddenly pressed down from above, and suddenly he was pushed down again. on the bed.

This time, it's face up.

Garlan lay on the bed in astonishment, while Heimos pressed his whole body on him and hugged him tightly with both hands.

Realizing that he had been overwhelmed again, Garlan's anger suddenly rose, and he reached out to pull Heimos' hair.

Because he was so angry, he really didn't have any strength left at all. He grabbed a handful of black hair in his hand and pulled it back hard.

A tug.

Two pulls.

It just didn't move.

Garlan didn't dare to take action.

Although Heimos didn't move and didn't cry out in pain, he knew in his heart that the force he pulled Heimos' hair was painful even to himself. If he continued, Heimos could really be pulled. Come with a lot of hair.

And he also noticed that although Heimos was pressing on him, he was motionless.

He held him quietly and buried his face in the crook of his neck, without giving him the slightest sense of oppression or uncomfortable toughness.

It seemed that Hermos's purpose was just to hold him quietly.

The man now looked like a big black wolf that had just returned from a cold winter snowy night, covered with snowflakes and cold all over, trying hard to draw some warmth from him.

With a little uneasiness, like an urgent need to feel something.

Garlan suddenly remembered that when he decided to give up the throne and leave the palace, after he came back, Nerga followed him and clung to him for a long time, always leaning close to him and burying his head in his. Rubbing it back and forth in my arms, it seemed that the only way to feel at ease was by doing this.

Heimos now seems very similar to Nerga at that time.

Garlan hesitantly let go of Heimos' hair and patted his head gently.

"What's wrong?"

he asked quietly.

Heimos didn't answer, just hummed in a low voice.

His face was buried in the crook of Garlan's neck. When he said "hmm", the hot breath from his nose brushed the side of Garlan's neck.

Somewhat itchy.

Garlan turned his head uncomfortably, trying to avoid the hot breath.

But his actions seemed to stimulate Heimos, and his arms suddenly tightened and hugged him tighter.

"Heimos?"

Garlan couldn't help but shouted softly again.

This time, the man who held him and refused to let go finally spoke after being silent for a while.

"I had a dream...I dreamed that you were dead..."

Huymos spoke in a low voice.

Because his face was buried in the crook of his neck, the voice seemed a little muffled.

"ah?"

Garlan was stunned for a moment. He was about to say, it was just a dream. Aren't I fine now?

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered the dreams he had in the past, dreams about previous lives.

Out of nowhere, he asked: "How did I die in your dream?"

"During the rebellion in Rudas City, you were shot to death with an arrow while you were leading people to put down the rebellion."

Heimos answered.

After finishing speaking, he paused and said again.

"But it's a little strange. In the dream, you have short hair."

Garlan felt his heart beat suddenly.

"What about Brother Wang? Have you dreamed about him?"

Heimos did not answer immediately. He seemed to be thinking before answering.

"He seemed to have been poisoned and died in front of that person, in a room."

Garlan didn't speak for a while.

His mind was a little confused.

He thought Heimos was dreaming about his past life, just like the last time he was in Menestre.

However, there seems to be something wrong with this dream.

He died in the hands of Heimos four times before, and he died in the royal city. He was never shot to death by an arrow in the city of Rudas.

Therefore, this should be just a random dream that Heimos had because he was worried about him.

However, Heimos dreamed about Brother Wang being poisoned.

In order to avoid causing chaos, the fact that King Camos's uncle and members of the royal family poisoned King Camos was strictly kept secret, and only Caihos and a few people knew about it.

Heimos probably didn't know about this.

And, what Heimers said about short hair.

He did have short hair in his previous lives.

So, what is this dream...

Garlan felt that his mind was in great confusion at this moment.

Did he forget something?

He tried very hard to remember, but he couldn't remember anything like being shot to death by an arrow in his previous lives.

So, after all, it was just a dream dreamed up by Heimos himself.

Or... was there something wrong with his memory from the beginning?

If there is really something wrong with his memory, then——

"Garlan?"

Perhaps because he felt Garlan's suddenly fast heartbeat, Heimos raised his head.

He watched the expression on the face beneath him.

The young man's golden eyes seemed to be staring at him unconsciously, and his pupils were slightly dilated, showing a bit of confusion.

"...Are you scared?"

Heimos keenly felt Garlan's chaotic emotions at this moment.

Got no answer.

He saw the boy's pink lips pursed slightly, with some force, and an uneasy breath was revealed from the pursed lips.

The slender eyelashes drooped down, casting a shallow shadow on the cheeks that had lost weight and became increasingly slender.

The curvature of the eyelashes is extremely beautiful. When it moves slightly, it brings shadows on the cheeks, just like the fluttering of butterfly wings, but because it is so beautiful, it gives people an almost illusory and fragile feeling.

Heimos leaned forward.

Thin black hair hangs down and falls on the golden strands.

He lowered his head.

The brown skin gently sticks to the white forehead.

The warmth of their skins was transmitted to each other. The black hair entangled with golden threads and the foreheads of different skin colors touching each other were obviously extreme contrasts in tones, but they unexpectedly gave people an indescribable sense of harmony.

Garlan's originally drooping eyelashes were raised, and the tips of the light eyelashes almost collided with Heimos' dark eyelashes.

He raised his eyes and looked into Heimos' eyes.

The distance between the two of them is too close.

The golden pupils seemed to be stained with the red reflected from the very close golden-red eyes, and the edges of the golden irises were vaguely tinged with a faint glow.

"Don't be afraid."

Garlan heard Heimoth's voice.

Soft and low, like the sound of wind passing by in the wilderness, it reached his ears like a whisper.

"……I am here."

Maybe it was this soft murmur.

Or maybe it was because of the golden-red eyes staring at him.

Gallan's originally chaotic emotions calmed down little by little. He opened his eyes and looked at Heimos. His eyes were big and he looked very well-behaved.

Heimos' eyes were slightly curved, with a little smile in his eyes.

He said softly: "Go to sleep."

His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"I am here."

Garlan closed his eyes obediently.

Heimos lay on his side on the bed, holding the boy in his arms and coaxing him gently.

He kept talking in Garlan's ear, softly and tirelessly, recounting the events after he went to the Northland one by one, as if telling a story.

He thought that before today, he had never thought that he could speak so well.

Talking non-stop.

But at this time, his mood was unprecedentedly calm, and the anxiety from the previous period seemed to have never existed.

Garlan was in his arms, eyes closed, and seemed to have fallen asleep amid his constant whispers.

His nose moved slightly and he breathed evenly.

The long blond hair was scattered on his arms, and he saw the rough lapis lazuli earrings on the young man's fair earlobes.

Heimos' eyes became softer. He lowered his head and kissed the sleeping boy's forehead.

The skin his lips touched was filled with human warmth.

very warm.

He thought with squinted eyes.

Compared with the body in the dream, which became gradually colder, the boy's body in his arms at the moment was so soft and warm.

The warmth seeped into his body through his clothes, making him particularly satisfied.

The golden-red eyes reflected Garlan's sleeping face, with an air of indescribable tenderness and affection.

Heimos buried his face in his thick blond hair and closed his eyes.

What he held in his arms at this moment was everything.

…

………………

The night passed.

A good night's sleep.

The slight noise around him made Garlan wake up from his deep sleep. He did not open his eyes immediately, his body was lazy and tired.

Unlike the feeling of being forcibly filled with sleep after being drugged by his own knight not long ago and sleeping all day long, this night, he rarely slept deeply and peacefully.

It was like knowing that someone was watching over him so that he would not be disturbed in any way.

My body has always been wrapped in a warm feeling.

After waking up, there is a sense of full satisfaction.

After a while, Garlan opened his eyes slightly.

He saw the figure standing in front of the bed. He had a tall body, like a tall and straight green pine, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slender limbs.

The body is extremely toned, and may not appear majestic or developed, but the tight muscles hide the terrifying explosive power of a beast.

Especially a pair of long legs, which made the figure taller and taller.

That really made the boy who had been hit by his own knight's height from time to time in recent days and had to drink milk every day feel a little sour.

Heimos, who was lowering his head to tighten the iron bracers on his wrists, keenly felt the sights around him, turned his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at Garlan.

When his eyes met, his eyes slightly bent, revealing a little smile.

Garlan was still lying sideways on the bed, feeling lazy and too lazy to move.

He stretched out his right hand from the warm blanket and waved.

That movement looked like summoning Nega.

Heimos looked at Gallan's actions and was not angry at all. Instead, the smile in his eyes became even greater.

He followed Garlan's beckoning motion, put one hand on the edge of the bed, and bent down.

But even if he leaned over, he was still taller.

"It's too high, squat down."

Heimos appeared to be very patient with Garlan's repeated requests.

Without saying a word, he bent his knees and squatted beside the bed.

It looked like a docile, obedient and harmless big wolfdog.

He squatted in front of Garlan, with the corners of his thin lips slightly raised, looking at the young man with a look of indulgence in his eyes.

Golden eyes looked at Heimos, and then Garlan stretched out his right hand, brushed the black hair on the head of the big black wolf, and patted the head again.

"Be careful, don't get hurt."

After combing his hair, he tried to retract his right hand but was caught by the opponent halfway.

Heimos held the hand, clasping all the fingers in his palm.

He lowered his head, and his dark hair fell on his white wrists.

His slightly cool lips kissed the boy's warm hand that was clenched tightly by him.

"do not forget."

He whispered, "I'm here."

The words uttered in his deep voice were like an oath.

"……always there."

…

………………

do not be afraid.

I am here.

I will always be there.

Not even the gods of Aaron Landis can make me leave you.