A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Garlan is a bit stupid.

He stared blankly at Heimos, who had his head lowered and covered the lower half of his face with one hand. Looking at the red ears that could not be covered by his hand, he had a very unreal feeling.

……etc.

He didn't do anything?

Didn't he just take the initiative to kiss Heimos?

Even he himself felt that it was more like a collision than a kiss at all...

Like a huge, cold and scary black wolf, it had a fierce gaze a second ago, as if it was about to choose someone to devour, but suddenly after being kissed, it lowered its ears, lowered its head, waggled its tail obediently, and let out a puppy-like sound. Whining sound.

One second it was a big black wolf trying to eat people.

The next second he became a whining little puppy.

The contrast between these two completely extremes is truly jaw-dropping.

Probably knowing that he was embarrassed by this appearance, Heimos suddenly stood up.

"……I will go and sleep now."

After speaking vaguely, he hurriedly turned around, walked to the simple bed next to him, and lay down directly on his side.

He lay down so hastily that the cot made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

As for the direction of his side, of course his back was facing Garlan.

However, even if his back was turned, the red ear tips protruding from the jet black hair were still exposed.

Garlan looked at the red tip of the ear and couldn't help but want to laugh, but he suppressed it so he didn't laugh out loud.

He also lay down.

Probably because the person in embarrassment now became Heimos, he felt more relaxed.

Looking at Heimos, who was motionless with his back turned to him, more like frozen than asleep, Garlan smiled and closed his eyes.

This time, he quickly fell into a dream.

In the sky, the crescent moon hangs high, scattering clear light on the earth.

The thin moonlight fell on the tall man standing outside the tent, illuminating the dark golden hair.

He had been hiding his aura and stood quietly outside the camp, paying close attention to the knight inside and listening to the sounds coming from inside.

A steady breathing sound, a slightly chaotic breathing sound.

He shook his head, with a complicated look on his face that was both angry and funny.

He turned and left.

After taking two steps, he turned back with a sullen face and deliberately released his breath in a certain direction.

This is used to warn someone not to act rashly.

Then, he left with satisfaction and fulfilled his duty of keeping vigil.

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Some people have a good night's sleep, while others have a sleepless night.

After Garlan had a good sleep comfortably, when he woke up in the morning, he found that the person sleeping in his tent had been replaced by his guardian knight at some point.

"Weren't you keeping vigil last night?"

"Lord Heymos had insomnia, so he went out to find me in the middle of the night and exchanged ideas with me."

Kehos, who had already stood up and tidied his clothes, responded calmly to Garlan's question.

Well……

That guy Heimos is really... really...

Garlan didn't even know what to say.

He quickly changed into a light cyan outfit, and his long blond hair was tied up behind his back casually.

Yesterday, the belt was broken by someone, so he had to replace it with a new white belt. Kayhos helped him buckle the thin moon-white cloak on his shoulders.

After taking care of everything, as soon as Garlan opened the curtain and walked out of the tent, his eyes met Heimos who happened to be walking towards him.

If it were yesterday, Garlan would definitely turn around and avoid it.

But at this moment, it was Heimos who was stunned for a moment and immediately turned his head to avoid the two people's gaze.

He walked quickly to the side and spoke to a knight, as if he was giving him orders, but his behavior seemed deliberate.

Kayhos, who was watching with cold eyes, snorted in his heart and looked away.

Garlan, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment, then looked at the back of Heimos who was leaving sideways, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that bullying Heimos was quite interesting, and he felt like he couldn't stop.

no.

Be restrained.

Although the big black wolf is quite well-behaved in front of him, it is still very dangerous if he is teased too much.

…………

Time passed like this while Garlan and his party were on their way.

A few days later, under the leadership of the young knight of Kanal, they came to a secluded place.

It was a valley, deep in the mountains, right at the junction of Canal and Aaron Landis.

Stretching low mountains and large tracts of deep forests separate the two countries. There are very few people here, and there are no towns nearby.

If it weren't for someone to lead the way, almost no one would come to a place like this.

In order not to alarm others, after the Kanal knight said that it was still half a day's ride away from the All Things Cult stronghold, Garlan asked everyone to stop advancing and find a secluded place to camp.

Although the young knight was anxious to rescue his prince, he also knew that haste makes waste, so he could only suppress his anxiety and wait eagerly for Garlan's order.

To be honest, the young knight was very surprised that King Garlan would personally come to rescue their prince, and was even more grateful to him for this.

At noon, Kehos, who received the summons, walked into Garlan's camp.

He said: "A thousand cavalry have been transferred from the army stationed closest to us, and they will arrive around tomorrow evening."

When he came in, Heimos was standing in front of a table with a rudimentary map on it.

The map was hand-drawn by Heymos.

In the days before yesterday, Heimos and several knights sneaked into the vicinity of the All-Things Cult stronghold located in a deep mountain valley to investigate.

It took him a day to explore the stronghold.

After returning, he directly drew a simple map by hand for Garlan and Kayhos to see. According to Heimos' estimate, there were about six hundred followers of the Cult of Everything in the stronghold.

It is difficult to determine how many of them have combat effectiveness.

Logically speaking, with the more than 100 elite knights brought by Garlan, plus the two knights whose martial arts are at the top level in the mainland, there will be no problem in sweeping away the Wuwu Cult stronghold with only more than 600 people.

However, considering that the Cult of All Things has special medicines that can stimulate people's potential, making them infinitely powerful, painless, and unafraid of death - according to the Knights of Kanal, they were even more brave than the Aaron Landis. The Garstard cavalry were defeated by these terrible fanatics.

Not wanting these elite knights under his command to suffer unnecessary losses, Garlan chose to wait for a few days and transferred a thousand cavalry from the nearest garrison, intending to directly overwhelm the opponent.

The strategy has been roughly set.

After all, it was just a stronghold of the Cult of All Things, similar to a bandit stronghold entrenched in the mountains. Either Heimos or Kayhos could directly crush it with a wave of cavalry.

There is just one more trouble to save people.

The final decision was for Garlan and Heimos to fight head-on and attract the followers of the Cult of All Things to their place.

Kayhos, on the other hand, led a small group of knights. Under the leadership of the Knights of Canal, they took advantage of the chaos in the stronghold to sneak into the prison from the side and rescued the Prince of West Asia.

After discussing the offensive strategy for tomorrow night, Heimos looked at Garlan.

"Although it is to save the prince of Kanal, this is just a stronghold of the All Things Cult. Why do you have to come here?"

Garlan smiled.

"I have been holding back in the palace for more than a year. It is not easy to find such an opportunity to come out and take a breath. Of course I cannot let it go."

He shrugged and said,

"I always stay on the throne and my hands and feet are almost useless."

Heimos took a deep look at the young man with a bright smile, said nothing, and returned his gaze to the hand-drawn map on the table.

never mind.

No matter what Garlan was thinking, with him by his side, there was nothing to worry about.

Garlan turned his head and looked beyond the curtain raised at the entrance of the camp to the sky in the distance.

There was a hint of trance in his eyes.

...Actually, he doesn't know why he came...

He just had a feeling.

This time, he had to come.

That might be just an illusion, and he couldn't tell...

The night he returned to the palace from the special training camp, he had a strange dream.

In the dream, a dark valley and woodland...

Also, the bright red runes of the Cult of Everything flashed past in my dream...

The blood-red moonlight shrouded the valley, turning the entire world into blood...

What...is waiting for him here...

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Time flies, day and night pass by in a hurry.

It was late at night, the clouds were thick that night, the crescent moon was hidden deep in the clouds, and even the starlight was much dimmer than usual.

It is a night when the night is dark and windy, suitable for night raids.

Along the forest path that Heimos had discovered in advance, Garlan led more than two thousand cavalry troops to quickly cross the low mountains, cross the national border, and enter the huge valley belonging to the land of Kanal.

When we crossed the low mountain, we didn't notice anything. It was just an ordinary forest scenery, just like other mountains and forests.

After entering the deep valley, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

We were obviously in the same mountain forest and under the same sky, but as soon as we stepped into the depths of the valley, there was a cold wind.

It was a hot summer day, but the wind blowing from the dark forest was icy cold, with a strange chill.

The dense canopy of the tree swayed slightly in the gusts of wind, and the shadows crisscrossed each other. Accompanied by the whining sound of the wind, it was like countless souls were imprisoned in the intertwined branches, struggling to get out and wailing.

Even though these knights are all iron-blooded soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield all year round, they couldn't help but hold their breaths as they looked at the strange scene in front of them.

They can move forward bravely on the battlefield without fear of life or death, but when faced with this strange situation, they feel a little uneasy.

Heimos's eyes narrowed slightly, and his golden-red eyes stared forward, gradually turning evil aura.

There is clearly just an ordinary valley ahead, but it lurks in the darkness, making a whining sound when the wind blows.

It's like there is a terrifying and invisible monster hiding in the darkness ahead, which makes people feel fear.

The winding path sank into the depths of the dark valley, like the gaping mouth of a monster hidden in the darkness.

Give people an illusion.

They seemed to be walking into the monster's mouth, and soon all their flesh and blood and souls would be swallowed up by it.

Just when everyone couldn't help but feel an inexplicable fear of the darkness ahead.

Suddenly, there was a clang.

That was the clear chirping sound of a sharp sword.

In the dark night, a snow-white sword light came into everyone's eyes.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the young king who raised his sword, and the fear in their hearts suddenly dissipated.

Garlan.

Son of the Gods.

The glory of Shamash accompanies him.

The dark wind is still there, but it can no longer blow away the fear in people's hearts.

The night was silent, except for the snow-white sword light, which seemed to be the light guiding everyone's direction.

…

Deep in the valley, on a flat land at the bottom of the valley, several red bonfires were burning in the darkness.

Countless small stone houses are crisscrossed around the middle of the valley.

Looking down from the air, you will find that these small stone houses were built in a strange pattern, forming mysterious and weird lines at random.

Surrounded by them in the middle is the altar of this stronghold.

Torches were burning all around, and huge black and blue stone slabs were spread out on the ground, with complex runes carved on them. The rune lines exuded a mysterious atmosphere. At first glance, there was nothing visible, but upon closer inspection, It gives people a creepy feeling for no reason.

It seemed like there was some terrifying and gloomy existence lurking in the depths, and it would roar out at any time and devour everything.

Shallow grooves snaked around the black and blue stone slabs, and dark liquid flowed in them, emitting a pungent smell.

A huge cage stood at the corner of the altar, with countless children locked in it.

The noise of the children could not be heard. The long-term torture of fear and hunger and thirst made most of the children dying and completely lost the strength to cry.

A child has already been lifted out of a cage by a believer in the Cult of All Things like a poultry.

At the same time, another believer standing beside the black and blue stone slab threw the torch in his hand into the ditch at his feet.

When the torch touched the pitch-black liquid in the narrow ditch, there was a bang, and the flames suddenly rose, and then quickly spread along the surrounding shallow ditches.

In an instant, a fence of flames was lit around the black and blue stone altar.

The firelight illuminated the faces of the surrounding believers, making the expressions in their eyes even more fanatical.

The priest of the Cult of Everything in black robes stood in front of the child who had lost his mind.

Densely dense and strange patterns have been painted with bright red paint on the child's neck, hands and feet.

The black-robed priest raised the dagger in his hand.

Under the red firelight, this dagger, which had drank the blood of countless children, exuded a cold aura, with deep greed, as if it couldn't wait to devour fresh flesh and blood.

The priest let out high-pitched chants that sounded like singing and shouting.

The believers around him knelt on the ground devoutly, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound, waiting excitedly and quietly for the sacrifice to begin.

The crescent moon has been hidden in the clouds, and the world has plunged into darkness.

The dagger in the black-robed priest's hand fell——

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, breaking the solemnity and silence on the altar.

The priest, awakened from his frenzy by the noise, looked outside with an angry face.

However, before he could ask, someone had already rushed in and shouted in panic.

"Oh no, Aaron Landis's cavalry is coming!"

"Aaron Landis?"

A look of uncertainty appeared on the face of the black-robed priest.

He looked sideways.

The cry of killing has come from afar and is quickly approaching this place.

The flames in the shallow grooves around the altar were still burning fiercely in the pitch-black liquid, and the firelight reflected on the cold and emotionless profile of the priest.

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Aaron Landis's cavalry was renowned throughout the world for its offensive prowess.

The violent sound of horse hooves echoed throughout the valley.

Completely devastating, Aaron Landis's cavalry was like a violently surging wave. With just one impact, it completely destroyed the defense line of this stronghold.

The followers of the All Things Religion simply cannot resist.

Even after discovering the Aaron Landis cavalry, many believers frantically swallowed the medicine, becoming infinitely stronger and imperceptible to pain, and rushed towards the cavalry without fear of death.

However, as long as the cavalry charges, the sharp blades in their hands can cut off their heads.

Even if these believers can become painless monsters, they can only fall to the ground after their heads are chopped off.

With their horses galloping, in the dark night, countless cavalrymen rushed into the central altar of the valley stronghold.

Countless cult believers fell under their hooves, dying in disbelief and unwillingness.

Heimos rushed to the altar first, then got off his horse and jumped onto the altar from a gap in the flame fence.

Under his feet, on the black and blue stone slabs, the dense carving lines stained with blood evoked a very unpleasant memory from many years ago.

In the dark night, under the firelight.

A familiar scene, a familiar scene before my eyes.

A black-robed priest holding a dagger.

The blood of young children flowed on the lines of the black and blue stone slabs.

That disgusting memory made a trace of anger appear in the golden-red eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the sharp sword fell from Heymos' hand.

The force was so cruel that he cut the black-robed priest who was standing in front of him motionless for some reason into two pieces.

The splash of blood dyed his clothes red and splashed on his cheek.

The black-robed priest who was cut in half lay on the ground, as if he felt no pain, neither shouting nor shouting.

He was not dead yet, his upper body was lying in a pool of blood spurting out of his body, staring at Heimos with his head sideways.

That look was extremely strange.

The firelight flickered in his face, and he stared at Heimos,

When Garlan dismounted and stepped into the altar, he saw this strange scene.

He stayed for a moment.

The black-robed priest who had been staring at Heimos seemed to have noticed his arrival and turned his gaze to him.

Suddenly, the cold face stained with blood gave Garlan a creepy smile.

Garlan felt a chill on his back.

The next second, there was a click.

Heimos cut off the black-robed priest's neck with a sword.

The head rolled a few times, fell into the burning ditch next to it, and burned.

However, the face was still facing Garlan, with a weird smile.

Heimos kicked away the half of his body blocking his way and walked towards Garlan.

"How's it going over there in Cayhos?"

"I just received the news from him. He said that he had successfully rescued the prince of West Asia."

Garlan replied.

Everything is going smooth.

They successfully broke through the nest of the All Things Cult, rescued the children who had not yet been killed, and surrounded and suppressed the cultists here.

Keyhos also successfully rescued the Prince of West Asia.

...it went so well.

Garlan always felt something was wrong.

He shook his head to get rid of the uneasy feeling in his heart, raised his head and planned to walk towards Heimos.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

The thick clouds in the sky were suddenly blown away.

The moon, which had been hidden behind the clouds, was exposed.

In an instant, the blood-red moonlight blanketed the entire valley.

Garlan raised his head sharply.

The scene in his dream appeared before him unexpectedly.

This valley shrouded in the ominous blood-red moonlight——

As soon as he raised his head to look, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook violently.

No, it's not the earth that's shaking.

It was the altar beneath his feet that was shaking.

A crack suddenly appeared on the black and blue stone slab, and then the second and third cracks appeared. In the blink of an eye, they covered the huge stone slab densely like a spider web.

Click, click.

In the violent shaking, the black and blue stone slabs under Garlan's feet shattered one after another.

The huge altar burst apart and collapsed in an instant.

"Garlan!"

Someone called his name, and Garlan turned his head.

He saw Heimos, who was also on the altar, rushing towards him, stretching out his hands to him with all his strength, desperately trying to catch him.

Subconsciously, he also stretched out his hand in the direction of Heimos.

Amidst the rumble of the altar collapsing, two hands of different skin colors crossed each other.

They missed each other.

The rumbling sound of collapse is endless.

Along with the falling rocks, they fell together.

The world fell into darkness.

………………

After an unknown amount of time, the occasional sound of rolling gravel woke up the man lying in a pile of gravel.

Heimos opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurred.

He closed his eyes and concentrated for a while, then slowly stood up. When he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him finally became clear.

When he raised his eyes and saw everything in front of him, his breath paused.

What appeared in front of him was an extremely huge temple.

Huge stone pillars carved with complex and mysterious patterns rise from the ground, supporting this huge stone temple that has been quietly hidden underground for countless years.

The top of the stone pillar is submerged in the darkness, and even if you look up, you cannot see the sky at the top of the stone hall.

This huge stone temple located deep underground carries a majestic momentum that makes people look up at it. It is so majestic that it shocks everyone who sees it.

And, a permeating feeling of palpitations.

Because it's dead silent here.

Time and space seem to have stopped here.

There was no trace of life or breath.

Heimos looked around and suddenly his eyes widened.

In the center of the majestic stone hall, there is an altar surrounded by countless high and low black and blue stone pillars, with a sleeping young man lying quietly on it.

The long golden hair fell down from the edge of the cold altar.

The boy's skin reflected the faint firelight on the stone pillars, and was so white that it was almost transparent.

There was a shimmer in the slender eyelashes hanging on his cheeks, as if there was fluorescence flowing under his eyes. At this moment, his face gave people a feeling that it was so beautiful that anyone who saw him could hardly breathe.

However, within that incredible beauty, there is also a bit of a strange atmosphere.

Feeling nervous, Heimos ran over quickly.

The dark altar was really strange. Without thinking much, he directly lifted Garlan down from it, away from the surrounding black and blue stone pillars, and carried him to another place.

"Garlan...Garlan, wake up!"

Amidst the anxious shouts of Heimos, Garlan slowly opened his eyes.

At first, he was stunned and his expression was a little dull, but after seeing Heimos, his eyes lit up little by little.

"...Heimos?"

Garlan looked at him and shouted softly.

Heimos hummed, and his eyes glanced at Garlan nervously.

"Were you injured when you fell just now?"

Garlan was leaning in the arms of Heimos. There wasn't even a single scratch on his body, but his expression was still a little dazed.

He looked at everything around him confusedly, as if he still couldn't recover from the current situation.

"Do you remember what happened after you fell?"

Heimos wanted to find out why Garlan appeared on that altar.

"……have no idea……"

Garlan held his head, showing a painful expression.

"Uncomfortable..."

He shrank into Heimos's arms, letting out a low moan with a gesture of extreme attachment to him.

"Heimos...I feel bad..."

Heimos frowned. He hugged the young man who shrank into his arms and looked down.

The dark hair covered his eye sockets, and his lips tightened slightly.

"where is this place?"

After a while, the boy nestled in his arms asked him again.

"I just woke up too, so I'm not very clear."

"We fell, can we still get out?"

"I'll take you out."

Garlan raised his head, his long golden hair scattered on his arms.

"Heimos."

The young man tilted his head to look at him, his face was reflected by cat-like golden eyes with incredibly fair skin and soft and slender light-colored eyelashes.

The pale pink lips opened and closed gently, with a slight glimmer of light on the lips, which was extremely tempting.

He looked at Heimos with soft and loving eyes, and said, "You will protect me, won't you?"

Staring into those golden pupils, Heimos raised the corners of his lips.

"Um."

He said softly, "I will protect you, Garlan."

Garlan laughed happily after receiving the answer.

Then, he raised his head, took the initiative to come over, and kissed Heimos.

Heimos was startled for a moment, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly, so that the raised corners of his eyes became more and more narrow.

Holding the person in his arms tightly, he turned his back and kissed her back hard.

The boy's lips were light pink, as if they were petals soaked in sugar. They were alluring and sweet, making it irresistible.

Heimos kissed the lips of the person in his arms gently, again and again, and gently licked the other person's slightly cold lips.

Garlan snuggled into his arms with an unprecedented meekness, stretched out her left hand to wrap around his neck, opened her lips, and accepted his kiss without any rejection.

The golden-red eyes reflected the face of the person in his arms, and Heimos looked at Garlan with deep affection in his eyes.

In the silent hall, two figures cuddled tightly together, their lips and teeth intertwined.

It seems extremely intimate.

The faint firelight in the underground stone palace was swaying, reflecting the cold light of the blade.

The sharp dagger was held in Garlan's hand, and during the kiss, he stabbed Heimos's chest forcefully——

A hand reached out and grabbed the young man's wrist.

The tip of the sword, which shone with cold light, stopped abruptly a second before it was about to sink into Heimos's chest.

The jet-black forehead hair fell from the corners of his eyes, revealing sharp eyes.

Looking at 'Garlan' who was looking at him with wide eyes, Heimos smiled, this smile was extremely cold.

With a strong backhand, he grabbed the dagger, suppressed the young man to the ground, and looked down at him coldly.

The dagger was also held at the other's throat.

Who are you?

Just as he was about to press the other party, his golden-red pupils shrank violently.

Heimos was shocked to see the dagger in his hand disappearing, as if it had melted away.

The boy who was almost identical to Garlan was also disappearing. Starting from the blond hair scattered on the ground, his body gradually dispersed like clouds.

The young man looked at him motionless.

It was an extremely indifferent look, like a lifeless puppet, without any ripples or any human emotion.

Until the whole person dissipates.

Looking at his empty hands, Heimos stood up.

The huge stone palace is endless, as if there is no end in sight.

The light became dimmer and dim, making it difficult to see clearly.

Gray mist surged on the ground, seeming to seep out from the deepest abyss of the earth, slowly wrapping around his feet.

Suddenly, the bluestone on the ground cracked, and thick black liquid gushes out from the cracks, bringing with it the special pungent smell imprinted deep in his memory.

There was a clang.

The fire disk on the giant stone pillar fell with a sound.

The moment the brazier was stained with the viscous black liquid, red flames shot up from the ground with a bang.

Raging flames burned and surrounded him.

Waves of fire rushed towards him, passing by him, burning his cheeks with pain.

Heimos stood there, staring deeply at the stone palace that suddenly burst into flames.

The crimson flames danced crazily around him, and behind the extremely hot flames there was a hazy black shadow.

Flames surrounded him from all sides.

There was a dull pain in his body, extending from his palms and arms to his body, as if most of his body had been plunged into a sea of ​​fire and was being burned alive by the flames, making people miserable.

...Must get out of here.

be quick.

...Go find it quickly... You must find that person quickly...

Looking at the blazing fire in front of him, Heimos looked grim, and then he stepped into the red flames.

Let the flames spread onto his clothes, his hair, and lick his skin.

He endured the severe pain that was almost heart-piercing, and just rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire with no end in sight, letting the flames burn his body.

Garlan...

In the sea of ​​​​fire, he had only one thought in his mind at the moment.

Go find Garlan!

Just when Heimos rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire, there was a bang.

Suddenly, everything bursts into pieces.

Everything in front of him, the huge and boundless stone palace, and the crazily burning red flames, were all shattered in this instant.

The world before his eyes collapsed.

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Snap.

The cold water dropped down and landed on the brown arm.

The next second, the finger suddenly moved, and the man lying in the pile of rubble opened his eyes, and sharp golden-red color came out from the dark hair.

He raised his head, and when his forehead moved, tiny gravels rolled down from his hair to the ground.

Most of Heimos's face was stained with dust.

There were several scratches on his arms, and the clothes on the parts of his body that were not covered by armor were also torn in several places.

He slowly stood up and looked at where he was, with doubtful eyes.

Although the place where he was at this moment was still deep underground, it was not in a majestic stone hall, but just a dilapidated ruin.

It seems to be a stone house on the edge of this underground stone hall, which is a bit small.

Water flows down from the remaining pillars high up and falls into the pool on the ground.

Just now, Heimos was lying next to the pool with the pile of fallen gravel, so the water droplets splashed by the water falling from a height fell on his hands.

This small ruin has two floors, with broken stone pillars supporting the incomplete stone wall from bottom to top.

The moss-covered stone steps wind upwards, leading to the upper pavilion, and then disappear into the darkness. No one knows where the stone door of the upper pavilion leads to the ground.

Heimos looked at his hands.

There were no signs of fire burns on his body.

Everything just now... Garlan who wanted to kill him... the burning sea of ​​fire... were all his dreams?

"You can actually wake up..."

Suddenly, a deep and deep voice sounded in the ruins.

Heimos raised his head warily, and after circling around, his heart tightened.

Because there was no one else in the ruins except him.

The sound didn't come from one place, but seemed to come from all directions.

Even with his hearing, he couldn't tell where the sound came from.

The echo of the deep voice echoed in the ruins. The laughter was hoarse and gave off a strange aura that made people's hair stand on end.

"Oh, this is the first time I have met someone who can break free from [the dream of death]... who did not die in the dream..."

The author has something to say: April Fool’s Day is over~~

The text has been revised.

Everyone is shocked.

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Well, in fact, the main purpose of writing this April Fool's Day ending extra is - it is absolutely impossible to happen in the main text, so we can only have Garlan stab Heimos once in the April Fool's Day chapter.