A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Aaron Landis's younger brother was taken as a hostage by Heymos and taken to another place.

Garlan was too lazy to struggle. Anyway, those people were probably no match for Heimos if they came together. He originally planned to watch Heimos being criticized by everyone, but he didn't expect that group of people to really stand up to him. What can Heimos do to him?

However, Heimos would actually make fun of him, which was really beyond Garlan's expectation.

The future Heimos was gloomy all day and night, and the word joke was not something this person liked at all.

And the current Heimos... To be honest, when I first met the young Heimos, this young man seemed quite independent and arrogant. He rarely interacted with others, let alone joked with others. .

That kind of thing doesn't exist at all.

Garlan scratched his head.

It feels like... Heimos seems to have become... a bit childish?

I don’t know if this change is good or bad.

However, regardless of whether this change is good or bad, the question now is——

"Who do you call princess?"

Gallan threw Heimos away angrily.

From the moment they walked along, the boy had been holding his hand tightly and not letting go, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Heimos turned around and looked at the child whose cheeks were bulging because he was having a tantrum.

The child's face was already full of baby fat, but when it bulged like this, it became even rounder. It was wrapped in soft blond hair, making people want to poke it just by looking at it.

The young man thought for a moment how likely he would be disliked by Garlan if he reached out and pinched Garlan's face.

After he finished thinking, he resisted the urge to pinch the child's soft cheeks and just rubbed the fluffy blond hair.

He said: "It doesn't look like it?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "The little princess will always be captured by the devil, right?"

In the past, Heimos himself would have thought that what he said was very ridiculous.

But now, seeing the angry look of the child in front of him, he couldn't help but want to tease the child again.

Moreover, little Garlan is much cuter than the so-called little princesses in fairy tales.

he thought.

If he were the devil, he would also catch the one in front of him.

The corner of Garlan's mouth twitched. He looked at the way Heimos looked down at him with raised eyebrows. He knew in his heart that the more he lost his temper, the more Heimos would be satisfied. Heimos' words were intentional. Make him angry.

I am not angry.

not angry.

The real me is older than Heimos, why should I be angry with a child?

After warning himself several times in his mind, Garlan's anger slowly calmed down.

He raised his head and smiled at Heimos.

"So, you are the Demon King?"

The child seemed to be smiling innocently.

He said: "A knight will come to rescue the princess and take her away, and then the devil will be beaten to death by the knight~~"

Heimos frowned.

It was obviously just a childish thing said by a child, but for some reason it made him feel uncomfortable.

However, what made him uncomfortable was not the last sentence, 'The devil has been beaten to death,' but the middle sentence.

Just the thought of someone taking the child who was smiling at him away from him made him very uncomfortable.

After deliberately saying those words, Garlan saw Heimos frowning.

Suddenly, he felt relieved.

Anyway, as long as Heimos is unhappy, he is happy.

He was thinking this in a comfortable mood, when Heimos seemed to understand something. He relaxed his frown, showed an indifferent expression, and raised his hand to pat his head.

"As long as the Demon King kills all the knights."

The black-haired boy said in an understatement.

Garlan's mouth twitched again.

"Don't tamper with the ending casually. Everyone knows that the devil is destined to be killed by the knight."

"Tampering? That's not called tampering."

Heimos smiled.

"There is nothing destined, and there is no predetermined fate." He said, raising a hand and shaking it in the air, as if grabbing something with force, "Our fate is determined by ourselves."

"…………"

This time, Garlan said nothing.

He looked at Heimos in silence. The young boy clenched his fists, and his golden-red eyes showed undisguised contempt for the so-called fate.

Someone who is powerful enough to change fate against the will of heaven...

It is this person who will step on the so-called destined fate under his feet in the future!

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The sun was shining brightly, and the gentle breeze was blowing across the earth with the sweet breath of the morning.

Early in the morning, a group of people were in the martial arts training ground. One of the young men with short flaxen hair was standing there, holding a bow in both hands, stretching it to the limit.

After being calm for a while, he suddenly let go.

With a bang, the arrow from the string penetrated the abdomen of the puppet target on the opposite side.

The other teenagers around him groaned, and the archery instructor next to him also showed a satisfied look and nodded.

All ten arrows hit, which is the best result in this test so far. This young man with short flaxen hair has always been the best in archery and has made great progress.

After the instructor nodded with satisfaction, he turned his attention to the next person.

Then, his eyes twitched slightly.

The next person to take the exam is Prince Garlan.

When the blond little prince stepped forward with a bow and arrow, everyone around him became silent. Everyone looked at each other, knowing full well.

Sure enough, when Prince Gallan finished shooting the ten arrows, everyone fell into silence when they looked at the two arrows that were only on the target of the puppet - and the two arrows at the knees of the puppet.

The middle-aged uncle who was an archery instructor rubbed his temples and felt a headache.

It's been almost a month, and Prince Garlan's archery has not improved at all.

As everyone watched in silence, Garlan came down dejectedly.

...This time he really didn't mean to get such a bad result, but he was really not good at archery. He really couldn't understand that for a target that was so far away, the so-called vital parts looked just like a few points from a distance, pitifully small. He wondered why some people could shoot accurately?

Garlan was wondering here, and one of the few who could shoot accurately had already gone up.

A little different from the others, Heimos was holding a long bow. This bow is usually used by adults, because it requires a lot of strength to draw the bow, and teenagers who are not yet underage cannot fully draw it. bow.

Heimos stood there, the muscles on his brown-skinned shoulders and arms tense and slightly bulging almost visibly.

The long bow in his hand was pulled steadily into the shape of a full moon, and the bow string was obviously stretched to its limit.

His fingers that were so tight that they turned white loosened——

With a buzzing sound, the arrow seemed to break through the air, speeding away like lightning, and instantly penetrated the doll's head.

Without stopping for a breath, he shot out arrow after arrow.

The next few arrows also hit the throat, heart and other vital parts of the puppet target, exactly.

The martial arts training ground was silent for a while.

Some young men who admire the strong couldn't help but want to applaud when they saw Hunting Heart happy, but they were worried that applauding would make Prince Gallan uncomfortable, so they could only hold it in, but they still couldn't help but cast their eager eyes on him. Heimos.

Some people's faces became even more ugly. They felt that Prince Gallan accidentally missed the mark and got bad grades, while Prince Heimos performed so well. This comparison - wasn't this a deliberate slap in Prince Gallan's face? ?

Yes, Prince Heimos must have done it on purpose.

At least that's what the fat little Tarr, who glared at Heimos, felt in his heart.

He thought that Prince Heimos must be jealous of His Highness Gallan's favor, so he went out of his way to make His Highness lose face again and again.

He came close to Garlan and patted his chest.

"Wait, Your Highness, I will definitely help you find your place!"

Garlan glanced at him, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

So the little fat man set off bravely.

…

Ten minutes later, he came back dejected.

His results were even worse than Garlan's. Garlan managed to hit two or three arrows, but all ten of his arrows missed the target.

I knew it would be like this.

Garlan, who had no hope at all for the little fat boy, thought so.

This time the temporary test is over, and everyone has dispersed in twos and threes. Two or three teenagers hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Heimos and talked to him in a low voice.

For those who took the initiative to speak to him, Heimos, who had been isolated, neither showed a happy expression nor turned away thousands of miles away, and talked with the teenagers calmly.

The little fat man stared angrily at the young men who took the initiative to talk to Heimos, and mentally wrote down the names of the young men in a small book one by one.

To him, the behavior of those people at this moment was a betrayal of His Highness Gallan and was absolutely unforgivable!

Tal was so angry here that Garlan didn't pay attention at all. He walked straight to the bow and arrow testing field and picked up the bow and arrow again.

To be honest, in terms of knowledge, he could just cheat and deliberately get a low grade, but in terms of personal martial arts, he actually wanted to learn it seriously.

After all, when he leaves this palace in the future, he wants to travel across the entire continent. Wouldn't it be very dangerous if he doesn't have good martial arts skills?

Moreover, among all the martial arts, the one he valued most was archery.

You know, in his original world, there was a saying - archers have always been stupid.

Of course he must learn something that can be cheated!

only……

He opened his bow again and shot an arrow. Looking at the arrow passing by the puppet target, Garlan was very depressed.

In fact, his archery skills were also very poor in previous lives.

... Could it be that he really has no talent for archery?

Are you destined to be a bad guy in these lifetimes?

The child was holding a bow and arrow and was depressed here. Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and held it in his hand.

"Hold tight and stand firm."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Garlan knew who it was without turning around.

"Stand straight, tighten your shoulders, don't use your fingers to exert force, exert force from your shoulders and arms."

"Don't focus on the target, focus on a place slightly above the target."

Heimos stood behind him and said as he put his brown fingers on Garlan's hand and helped Garlan adjust the subtle bow-holding posture of his fingers.

"Now, let go—"

With a buzzing sound, the sharp arrow flew away and hit the chest of the puppet target opposite.

It's not critical yet, but it's close.

"bingo!"

"Um."

Seeing the child in his arms smiling happily, as if he was infected, Heimos also smiled.

"Come on, continue." He said, "I will take you to practice a few more times. As long as you remember this feeling, you can shoot by yourself."

He was about to hold Gallan's hand again and lead him to cum a few more times when suddenly, a commotion came from behind.

"king!"

"King Camos!"

"ah--"

The teenagers who had not had time to leave leaned over in panic, knelt down, and saluted King Camos who suddenly came to the training ground.

When Heimos and Gallan turned around, they saw King Aaron Landis, who had brown hair like a lion, striding towards him, followed by Shemuel and others.

Something flashed in the young man's eyes, and then he bowed his head in salute, his eyes blocked by his thick black forehead.

"Ah, Brother Wang?"

The people present knelt on their knees and lowered their heads. Only the blond child stood there, still holding the bow and arrow in his hand, raising his head and calling out Brother Wang.

At a glance, you can tell that this little king's younger brother behaves like this because he is used to it. One can imagine how much King Camos indulges him.

King Camos was very happy to come over to watch his younger brother practice archery and give him a lesson by the way.

But as soon as he arrived at the training ground, he saw from a distance that King Camos was unhappy.

The kid he had never liked very much came up to his little brother and was teaching Garlan how to archery.

That won't work.

Camos thought dissatisfied.

From now on, it is his right to teach his younger brother how to practice swordsmanship, riding, and archery... Well, no, it is his responsibility.

How can others be allowed to take away this right... no, responsibility?

"Come, Brother Wang will teach you."

Camos ignored Heimos who was standing next to him and patted his little prince's head with a smile.

"Brother Wang is very good at archery." He stood behind Garlan with great interest, leaned over, and stretched out his hand to hold Garlan's hand and teach him archery, "Look, just like this -"

However, something embarrassing happened.

He was already taller than an ordinary person, but Garlan was so small that it didn't even reach his waist. If he wanted to hold Garlan's hand, he had to squat down.

But squatting down, it was impossible to teach Garlan how to draw the bow hard.

Moreover, his palm was so big that it could wrap around Garlan's small hand in one go, and his fingers were also thick, making it impossible to finely adjust Garlan's finger position when holding the bow.

"Your teaching methods are wrong."

King Camos was struggling, and Heimos, who had been watching with cold eyes, suddenly spoke.

"ha?"

"The bow holding posture you are teaching now is the way to use a strong bow - I know you are used to using a strong bow, but you also know that different bows have different ways of using them, and there are subtle differences in gestures and various aspects. And Garlan cannot use a strong bow. If you teach him with your habit of controlling a strong bow, you will only teach him in the wrong direction."

King Camos: "...Oh."

After he finished, he could only give up on teaching his little brother archery with his own hands, and stood up angrily.

Garlan held the bow in his hand, thought for a while, turned his head, and looked at Heimos with his big golden eyes.

"Then you will continue to teach me?"

Garlan thought.

A mortal enemy is a mortal enemy, but he would never be polite to learn something from a mortal enemy.

For the sake of so-called self-esteem, it would be stupid to let the most powerful archer here besides King Camos not learn it.

Heimos said nothing, but walked straight over, stood behind Garlan as before, held his hand and continued to teach him.

King Camos stood back and watched.

Although Heymos was older and taller than Garlan, he was only a few years older. As long as he bent down, he could hold Garlan in his arms.

He stood behind Garlan, holding Garlan's hand and teaching him gestures. The posture was just right for him to get close to Garlan's ear, and he whispered in Garlan's ear. At first glance, it looked like two children talking intimately together, whispering.

Kamos became increasingly depressed.

He always felt like his little brother had been snatched away by this brat.

He turned around dejectedly and left.

Garlan was so absorbed in learning archery from Heimos that he didn't notice that his brother left in depression.

Heimos, who noticed it, turned around and took a look. No one noticed, but the corners of his mouth raised invisibly.

King Camos, who went away in joy and returned disappointed, thought about it on the way back and spoke.

"Shemal."

"yes?"

"I haven't moved my muscles much these past few days. Come on, go to the arena and practice with me."

"yes."

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Then, the priest, who was still unable to compare with the Lion King's Shamash even though his force value was outstanding, was unceremoniously beaten by King Camos in the arena.

The author has something to say: King Camos: "There is a brat trying to steal my younger brother, Fa is happy. I am an adult and cannot bully brats, and I am even more angry. Well, I have to beat up Shemuer."

Xie Mu'er was beaten: "…………"

Well, he is the culprit who lured the wolf into the house after all.

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