A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The sky canopy.

It was a pitch-black night, with no stars to be seen, and only a snow-white crescent moon hanging high above it. However, it was mostly obscured by thick black clouds, with only a faint tip showing.

There is almost no light between heaven and earth.

A huge palace stands on the ground, majestic and majestic, but silent.

The lights around the hall had long been extinguished.

It disappears into the night, as if it has merged with the night.

In the majestic palace, there was no sound of people.

Even the guards guarding outside the main hall were as silent as stone sculptures.

The breeze blowing from the distant sea passed by the guards who stood like stone statues, passed through the huge stone arch door, and entered the main hall.

The hall was getting darker and darker.

There were no lights, and it was completely deserted. Only snow-white stone pillars stood silently among them.

It was obviously summer, and even in the middle of the night, the temperature was still hot, but in this empty hall, there was an inexplicable chill.

That kind of chill seemed to be transmitted from the stone floor under the feet, from the tall stone pillars standing in the hall, and from the stone walls hidden on all sides, making people feel cold from head to toe.

The breeze with a bit of the moist breath of the sea was still blowing forward, but it seemed to be infected with the inexplicable coldness in the hall.

Passing through countless tall white stone columns, passing through the empty dark hall, blowing past the high stone steps, it finally reached the end of the hall.

On the high platform, on the golden throne, someone was sitting quietly in the dark night, eyes closed, as if sleeping.

This breeze blew past the cheek of the person sitting on the golden throne, and a strand of dark hair moved slightly in the corner of the person's eyes.

Just such an inaudible movement was enough to wake the man up from his light sleep.

The eyes under the black hair moved slightly and opened.

A red hue appeared in the darkness, extremely scorching, like a red flame burning above the sea of ​​blood.

It was quiet.

I couldn't hear anything except my own breathing.

Deep in the crimson eyes, there seemed to be a faint trace of gold remaining, but that touch of gold was too weak to be seen clearly.

...Probably the blood splashed in front of his eyes over the years has already dyed his eyes into their current color.

Sitting on the golden throne and sleeping lightly was a tall and slender man.

The short black hair seems to blend into the darkness.

The same dark cloak hung from his shoulders and spread on the throne, covering most of the bright gold.

He sat quietly with his hands on the golden armrests.

The right arm was wrapped in a snow-white bandage from the shoulder to the fingertips. In the darkness, it became increasingly white and dazzling, showing a very sharp contrast with the brown-skinned left arm.

...so quiet...

His red eyes were opened for a few seconds, then he closed them again after scanning the empty and silent hall in front of him indifferently.

It was a huge hall, but it was empty.

As far as the eye could see, there was only darkness.

It was as if he was the only one existing between heaven and earth.

Everyone knows that many nights, he will sleep in the hall and on the throne.

He was more accustomed to sleeping on his throne than on the soft bed in the palace.

The coldness beneath him and the hardness of the metal he could hold gave him a sense of reality.

The throne belongs to him.

The only thing in the world that truly belonged to him.

Because of his strange habit of often sleeping alone in the hall, he could no longer remember how many times he had been assassinated in this hall and on this throne over the years.

But every time, it was the assassin's blood that dyed the steps under his feet red.

…………

It was very quiet in the hall, so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing.

And he felt that even the only sound of breathing was getting weaker.

The time has come.

He came into this world alone.

Now, I will leave alone.

These days, he has had a vague premonition.

There was no fear or unwillingness at all, and he was calmer than he imagined.

Perhaps it was because nothing in this world could stir his emotions.

Even his own death.

He closed his eyes and waited quietly for the last moment to arrive.

And after his death, what will happen in this hall that represents the seat of supreme power, and who will take his place on the throne.

He didn't care.

………………

The surroundings were unprecedentedly silent, as if before death, his five senses were disappearing little by little.

Soon, everything will be gone, including himself.

It is said that before a person dies, everything he has experienced in life will pass before his eyes, allowing him to see his life clearly.

But he couldn't see anything.

Or rather, everything he saw was blurry, so blurry that he couldn't see anything clearly.

This is a given.

Because he has always been indifferent to anything.

During this long period of nearly forty years, countless people or things passed by him in a hurry, and he never took a second look.

Except he could still feel the cold throne beneath him.

Nothing in this world has anything to do with him.

…………

【Xie Muer. 】

That was the childish face that suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

The boy's bright smile was as bright as his short golden hair shining in the sun.

In the blur of memories, only this smile was extremely clear.

The golden hair that flew up the moment he turned back, the curvature of the corners of his eyes, and the golden pupils that shone like gems, all appeared in front of him very clearly at this moment.

In the dark night, the man's fingers wrapped in white bandages, which were placed calmly on the armrest, clenched slightly for a moment.

Also, the narrow corners of his eyes twitched slightly under the dark hair.

Garlan...

He was suddenly in a trance.

He never knew that the boy's face was so clear in his memory.

He remembers.

Many years ago, he passed by the atrium at noon one day.

As he walked over, he looked up and noticed the young man standing on the edge of the road ahead.

Bright blonde hair is the first thing people see no matter where they are.

The young man had his back turned to the direction he was walking towards, his head lowered, wondering what he was fussing about.

He saw him.

The young man didn't seem to notice his arrival.

At that time, he didn't think too much and didn't want to talk to the young man. He just planned to walk quietly from behind the young man.

However, when he just approached the boy, the boy who had been lowering his head suddenly seemed to hear his footsteps and was awakened from his thoughts.

So, the young man who was awakened by his footsteps turned his head.

The golden hair tips flew up in the air the moment the boy turned his head, and a bright smile bloomed on the boy's childish face under the bright sunlight.

Shemul.

The bright smile that suddenly appeared in front of him made him confused for a rare moment, and he heard the boy shout that name.

So that’s it, I think of myself as the mentor priest.

As he thought this, he still looked indifferent and looked at the young man in front of him expressionlessly.

The boy's smile had frozen on his face.

Not just his face, but his whole person froze.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

That look looked extremely embarrassing.

But for some reason, he looked at the young man's embarrassed expression with rare interest and waited patiently for the other person to say something.

Unfortunately, the Shamash priest soon appeared here and called the boy away.

He watched as the young man breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away from him, running towards the priest.

He heard the young man calling Shemuer's name, and showed the priest the smile he just saw.

That smile was actually very familiar to him.

He had seen Garlan smile like this to the people around him countless times.

He had always hated Garlan's smile.

Because that is proof that the young man is loved, cared for and well protected by the people around him.

It is proof that the young man has forgotten everything.

Every time he saw the young man showing such a smile to the people around him, the hatred for him in his heart could not help but deepen.

But he never thought that Garlan, who always looked at him with guarded, defensive and even slightly fearful eyes, would one day show such a smile to him...

Although this was just an accident.

Soon, he put this accident behind him and completely forgot about it.

…………

……………………

He thought he had forgotten everything,

He thought he had already discarded the memory of that boy.

But now he realizes that he has never forgotten.

——Even though a full sixteen years have passed.

The boy had died long ago.

Sixteen years ago.

Under the fountain of the goddess Isdar, died at his feet.

How ironic.

The person he hates the most is the person who is deeply imprinted in his memory.

He is the only person in his life who cannot forget.

…………

While all his subordinates, including Suojia, were working conscientiously for the battle for the throne, he, as a participant, never worried about the outcome of this silent battle.

He knew early on that there was only one ending.

He will be the ultimate winner.

The winner is king.

The reason why he said this was not because he looked down upon Garlan or was too arrogant.

It is precisely because he has been watching Garlan that he understands it better than anyone else.

Garlan can't defeat him.

No matter how many times you do it again.

The reason is simple.

Garlan had no murderous intention towards him.

The young man looked at him with eyes that may contain confusion, resistance, fear, unwillingness, anger or even resentment.

However, there was no murderous intention.

He could guess that if Garlan became the final winner and sat on the throne, he would not kill him.

The boy may have viewed him as a formidable opponent, but he had never truly viewed him as a life-or-death enemy.

No matter how he fought, Garlan never intended to take his life.

……Innocent.

childish.

madness.

That's why he said that he never worried about the outcome of this war.

Because of the boy's naivety and self-righteous stupidity, the boy's death was doomed from the beginning.

Therefore, he was in no rush to deal with his childish enemy.

Therefore, he watched with cold eyes as the Shamash priest 'betrayed' Garlan and joined his army.

Therefore, he watched indifferently as the priest broke through the traps he had set up again and again and struggled to protect the young man.

He looked at it all indifferently.

He never believed Shermer's 'betrayal'.

Because he clearly remembered the young man's dependent eyes when he called the priest's name with a smile, and the tenderness in Shemuer's eyes when he looked at the young man.

Later, the Lion King led his army to leave the royal city and went to the west to fight against the invaders Gastad.

The time has come, he thought.

He sensed the undercurrents of the battlefield in the Western Territory, sensed something was wrong with a city lord affiliated with the royal family there, and guessed that the Lion King's departure would be unlucky...

But what does that have to do with him.

He just thought that the game was over.

That day, he poured poison into Garlan's mouth with his own hands.

He looked at the blood that the boy spat out in pain stained the white stone ground red.

He watched the other person close his eyes and stop breathing at his feet.

He could no longer remember what he was thinking at that time, but he vaguely remembered the feeling of the fragile neck that he held firmly in his hand shaking.

When the sword in his hand pierced Shemuer's chest, he remembered that day when the young man shouted the priest's name with a bright smile.

He suddenly thought that in all these years, he seemed to have never heard the boy call his name once.

…

He became the king of Aaron Landis.

He sits on a golden throne.

He made everyone prostrate themselves at his feet.

He made everyone look at him with only fear in their eyes.

He spent his whole life fighting on the battlefield, with bones beneath his sword and thousands of miles of blood beneath his feet.

Wherever he went, there was only war, killing, blood and death.

He fought on the battlefield, never for Aaron Landis.

But he likes war.

Only the scorching heat when the freshly spurted blood splashed on him made him feel alive.

Seeing the fear of him in other people's eyes and trampling everyone under his feet, he felt momentarily satisfied.

...Yes, in an instant.

After that moment passed, it became empty again, with nothing in it.

Like his empty life.

He has killed countless people in his life.

And the only thing he remembered was that person.

……if…………

He wasn't regretful.

No matter how many times he does it again, he will do it.

The throne is the only thing he can hold in his hands.

The only thing he could have.

He never regretted anything he did.

…

However, in the last moment when he was about to fall into darkness, he couldn't help but think about it.

if……

If it hadn't been for that tragic accident when I was young...

If he and Garlan hadn't parted ways because of that accident...

If they could grow up together...

That afternoon, when the boy turned his head and showed a bright smile, would he call out his name?

…………

If there hadn't been a fire that day.

If you could smile and call my name.

………………

The dark hall was quiet, without any sound.

The man sitting on the golden throne stopped breathing in the dark night.

…

Heimos.

Aaron Landis is the thirty-sixth king.

The successor of Camos the Lion King.

He had outstanding military exploits and never suffered a single defeat on the battlefield in his life.

During his reign, Aaron Landis reached its military peak, and neighboring countries did not dare to invade it.

He reigned for sixteen years and died at the age of thirty-nine.

No successor.

After the death of King Huymos, Aaron Landis fell apart in an instant.

A year and a half later, the Gastards invaded the royal city.

Aaron Landis perished.

…………

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"He..."

Faintly, there was a voice echoing in my ears.

"Hey..."

It seemed like someone was calling his name.

"Heimos——"

He opened his eyes.

The sun shone down from behind the boy who was pressing on him, and the blond hair that seemed to glow in the sun made him squint slightly.

The blond boy smiled and poked his forehead with his finger.

"Are you having a nightmare? You can't wake up no matter what, your brows are so furrowed that you're about to cry."

Of course, the last sentence was a lie told by the young man to make fun of him.

But it was true that it looked painful, so the boy tried to wake him up from his dream.

Nightmare...?

He was in a daze.

His thoughts were still immersed in dreams, or should I say, memories of the past, and there was an emptiness deep in his heart, as if there was a big hole.

He reached out his hand and cupped the cheek of the boy in front of him.

The warm touch passed from the fingertips.

real.

That kind of warmth was transferred to his hands and penetrated into his skin, as if it was filling the empty hole in his heart little by little.

The boy whose face he held was startled for a moment, and then he laughed.

"Why, you had a nightmare, so you want to act like a spoiled child to me now?"

The boy said with a smile.

"Heimos?"

He looked at the boy's curved eyebrows and the smiling face right in front of him.

He said: "Yeah."

He said softly: "I'm acting like a baby."

"…………???"

Seeing the boy looking at him confused, he laughed.

"I'm acting coquettishly."

He smiled and said,

"So, Garlan, call me again."

He smiled and gently touched the other person's soft forehead.

"Call my name again."

…

If everything could be done again.

If you could call my name with a bright smile.

The author has something to say: Hey, friends, I’m back.

Let’s start with a chapter about Heimos’ past life.

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