A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Garlan woke up late at night. When he opened his eyes, he felt as if he was lying on the bed, so he habitually thought that he had restarted again.

After all, except for the last time, he woke up in bed every time he was reborn.

Could it be that I was given another chance?

Garlan thought so and looked around.

After seeing the scenery around him and seeing a strange and ordinary small house, he immediately understood that he had not restarted.

There was a faint feeling of pain in his wrists and ankles. He thought that he was probably rescued after he fainted. In other words, Brother Kamos and the others rushed over in time and rescued him from the darkness at the critical moment. He was rescued from the robed man.

Couldn't you be earlier?

If I had been about ten minutes earlier, I wouldn't have had to suffer this fate.

The tingling sensation coming from his hands and feet made Garlan complain in his heart.

However, when I thought about it, if he hadn't insisted on showing off and released the child in order to delay time, he would never have been favored by the priest of the cult and used as a sacrifice.

Even from the beginning, if he didn't insist on trying to be a hero and be that bait, he wouldn't be so unlucky.

So in the final analysis, it's just his own fault.

Sighing in his heart, Garlan turned his head. He felt very thirsty and wanted to drink some water. But the room was quiet, and there was no one except him.

Not even a person to take care of the patients?

...Forget it, how could Brother Wang and Xie Mu'er, who have thick muscles and only know how to fight, consider the patient's need for care.

However, he was very thirsty and wanted to drink water.

Garlan hesitated for a moment, but his thirsty throat forced him to endure the pain in his hands and feet. He slowly climbed off the bed, held on to the wall, and staggered out of the room.

This was a place he had never seen before. When he went out, there was a small courtyard outside.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a small artificial rockery, and below it is a large bonsai half a person tall. There is clear water flowing down the artificial stone wall, and it makes crisp splashes on the fine rocks in the bonsai. The sound of water.

The clear water shone in the moonlight. Unable to resist, Gallan walked over, pressed his hands on the edge of the bonsai, leaned forward, leaned over, and took a few drops of water with his mouth.

The cool water moistened his chapped lips, and the coolness went down his throat, easing the burning sensation in his body. The splash of water fell on his face and hair, and the cool feeling made him feel very comfortable. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes subconsciously, enjoying the feeling of the cool water splashing on his face.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side and blocked his face, blocking the cold water splashing on his face.

Garlan opened his eyes in shock. Before he could see clearly who the owner of that hand was, he was suddenly hugged by someone around the waist. Then, with a slight movement of his body, he was lifted up by the person next to him.

Looking up, he met those familiar golden-red eyes.

The boy who picked him up looked down at him, frowned, and scolded him.

"Do you want to continue to be seriously ill?"

King Camos ordered him to leave, but Heimos did not resist the king's order because he heard a tone that could not be refused from Shemuel's tone.

He felt that if he refused to leave, the Shamash priest would still take coercive measures to make him leave. Therefore, he obeyed King Camos's order.

Moreover, he knew that King Camos and the others were busy with their affairs, so even if they took the time to visit Garlan, they would not be able to stay there for too long. Therefore, there was no need for him to resist King Camos and Shemur head-on. He could just wait until they left before coming back.

Late at night, Heimos, who had taken a nap in his residence, opened his eyes and looked at the sky. He estimated that King Camos and the others had almost left, so he got up and came straight over.

The knights guarding outside the courtyard did not receive an order from Prince Heimos not to enter, and it was impossible for Shermer to let King Camos give such an order, so Heimos still came in smoothly.

Just as soon as he entered this small courtyard, a fire broke out in the young man's heart.

He saw that the child who was supposed to be lying on the bed to rest obediently came out in such a cold night without even wearing a robe, and even leaned towards the cold running water to be poured over——

This is simply not taking your body seriously.

So Heimos went up and picked up the disobedient child, and couldn't help scolding him.

The child who was picked up by him looked up and saw that it was him, and his golden amber eyes suddenly opened wide.

It was big, round, and reflected the moonlight like the brightest gem, instantly dousing the fire in his heart.

The young man pursed his lips, kept a straight face, and carried Garlan back to the house with an obviously angry expression, and put him back on the bed.

"What did you do when you ran out?"

Heimos asked with a straight face.

Not understanding why Heimos looked unhappy when he suddenly appeared, Garlan replied subconsciously.

He said: "...I am thirsty and want to drink water."

"Wait."

Heimos said a few words and went out.

While Garlan was still confused, he quickly came back. However, the boy who came back had a cup in his hand, and then Garlan saw Heimos sitting by the bed and handed the cup to him.

He subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to take it from the other party's hand. But Heimos glanced at the snow-white bandages wrapped around his hands, raised his hands, avoided his outstretched hand, and then directly brought the mouth of the teacup to his lips.

"Well, myself..."

Although it is the body of a child, being fed by Brother Wang is fine, but being fed water by a mortal enemy is really...

"If you keep moving your hands, the wound will open again."

"..."

Indeed, there was a tingling sensation in my wrist. The tingling feeling gets worse when you move your hand a little bit.

Garlan, who was really afraid of the pain, weighed the pros and cons. After all, he had already been fed by King Camos as a child, so it didn't matter if he continued to be a child in front of others.

He made excuses for himself, then opened his mouth obediently and drank water.

Heimos watched Gallan open his mouth obediently and drink water in small sips. His lips were no longer as pale as they were not long ago, but had a little blood color.

The white bandaged throat moved from time to time due to swallowing, and the white bandage was so dazzling. It gave him the urge to reach out and touch it, but he resisted in the end.

The child finished drinking the water and looked up at him.

Soft and fluffy light blond hair wrapped around the palm-sized face, and big golden eyes looked at him.

"Did you save me?"

Just as he was putting down the empty water glass on the table, Heymos' hand paused.

He turned his back to Garlan and replied in a low voice: "...No."

He said, "It is King Camos."

At the last moment, King Camos shot an arrow like lightning, which penetrated the hand of the man in black robe.

Therefore, the person who saved Garlan was King Camos, not him.

"oh."

Garlan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, it was Brother Camos who saved him, that's fine.

he thought happily.

How embarrassing it would be for him if he were saved by Heimos, his mortal enemy.

"next time……"

Just when Garlan was feeling happy in his heart, Heimos suddenly came over.

The young man leaned over and pressed his hands on the edge of the bed, looking at Garlan with unblinking eyes.

At this moment, his expression was extremely serious, as if he was taking an oath.

"Next time, when this happens to you again—"

It's up to me.

In the future, I will definitely be stronger than King Camos.

When you are in danger again, I will protect you with my own hands.

There was a sudden cry at the door, interrupting what Heimos could not say. The two subconsciously turned their eyes to the door and saw a maid standing there, covering her mouth with a panicked look.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I suddenly had something happen, so I left for a while. Then, that -"

She was originally responsible for keeping vigil to take care of Garlan, but until the second half of the night, she was so sleepy that she couldn't hold on any longer. Seeing that Garlan showed no sign of waking up, she left temporarily and went out to find something to eat to refresh herself.

Unexpectedly, Garlan woke up just as she was leaving. At this moment, seeing the two people in the room looking over, the delinquent maid lowered her head in panic and apologized desperately.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please forgive me."

He was interrupted mid-sentence, and since there were more strangers, Heimos did not intend to continue what he said.

He touched Garlan's head and said softly: "Stop running around."

After saying that, he turned and left, but as he walked past the maid, he said something in a low voice.

"Take good care of me. Next time, you will be severely punished."

"Yes, it is!"

The maid shivered all over.

He was obviously just a boy who was younger and shorter than her, but just hearing that voice made her extremely scared.

Gallan sat on the bed and looked at the back of Heimos leaving. He always felt that something was wrong with what Heimos had just said.

He pondered for a while and finally realized what was wrong.

Suddenly, he became angry.

Heymos, wait a minute. What do you mean by that?

next time?

Are you cursing me?

Wait until I encounter that kind of thing again? Will this kind of bad luck happen again?

Pooh!

joke! I don’t want this next time at all! Your curse will not work!

Because his hands and feet were injured and it was inconvenient to throw objects, Garlan threw the table angrily in his heart.

Daily # Heimos, this guy definitely has bad intentions towards me—— # series.

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After sleeping until dawn, after noon the next day, Camos finally had time to visit his little prince brother again. Naturally, Shermer followed him.

Garlan, who was still sitting on the bed, had his hair messed up like a bird's nest by Kamos, who was standing beside the bed.

"You little guy, you really scared me to death, and you didn't even think about the consequences?"

King Camos rubbed his little brother's head vigorously and kept talking like an old mother.

"Why are you so stupid and reckless? You made an appointment with me to protect yourself, but you did such a dangerous thing. You are violating the king's order!"

"I was wrong, Brother Wang."

Garlan looked at King Camos and said, admitting his mistake very honestly.

But no one noticed that there was a look of expectation hidden deep in his eyes when he looked at Camos.

"Are you going to punish me?"

Garlan has become even more determined since waking up.

No matter what, he had to find a way to get rid of his identity as the king's younger brother.

It was too dangerous to stay in the royal family, beside King Camos, and next to Heimos who was still cursing him.

As the king's younger brother, he acted as if his life would be in danger anytime and anywhere.

He had a feeling that as long as he was still the king's younger brother, the bad luck would haunt him and linger.

Next time or whatever... if this continues, Heimos' curse might really come true.

So, Brother Wang, you see, I am so useless, so reckless, I can mess up such a simple thing, and I don’t even have the ability to protect myself. You see, a loser like me is not suitable for anything, Brother Wang. What an heir to Aaron Landis.

So, hurry up, hurry up and destroy me.

With such thoughts, Garlan looked at King Camos expectantly, hoping that he would continue to reprimand him, the more severe the reprimand, the better, and the more disappointed he would be with himself, the better.

I saw the little prince looking up at Camos with his little face, his messy golden hair scattered on his cheeks, his little face pale, with almost no blood, and his long eyelashes blinking, looking... It's pitiful and cute at the same time.

Seeing that, King Camos screamed in his heart, and the heart of our mighty Lion King on the battlefield instantly softened into a puddle of water.

No punishment, no punishment.

My little brother is so sensible, so cute, so well-behaved, how can he be willing to punish him?

King Camos, who originally wanted to continue scolding Garlan, was silenced by Garlan's glance. He felt distressed and tenderly touched Garlan's still pale face.

"Forget it, be careful next time."

Garlan: "???Brother Wang, aren't you angry?"

King Camos: "Don't be angry anymore. Brother Wang is not angry at all anymore, be good~"

Garlan: "..."

Brother Wang, how can you not be angry?

There was a cough from the side, and Shermer, who had been standing quietly aside, finally found a chance to speak.

"King Camos is right, Your Highness Gallan, your behavior is too reckless."

He said expressionlessly.

"Although I have always known that you are a dull, willless, and weak person, I did not expect that you would behave in such a stupid way."

"As the prince of Aaron Landis, nothing you do is consistent with your status."

"You had no self-awareness, misjudged your abilities, and did things that you simply couldn't do; you were brave and reckless, which led to things developing to such a dangerous stage; you were too weak to even protect yourself. Can’t do it——”

As soon as the priest of Shamash opened his mouth, he criticized Garlan as useless.

Suddenly, King Camos, who was protecting the calf, was unhappy.

"Hey, Shermer, that's a bit much."

Garlan looked at Shermer longingly.

he said.

It's okay, go on, say more, the more the better, I don't care, I really don't care.

Hurry up, Xie Mu'er, continue to criticize me, it is best to immediately propose to the king brother to abolish me, this useless king brother, don't be polite, come and criticize me to your heart's content!

Xie Muer, who gave Gallan a severe scolding, suddenly paused and coughed.

"but--"

He coughed and said, "Your Highness Gallan, your bravery in the face of danger and your protective heart for the people of Aaron Landis are worthy of appreciation."

The priest of Shamash looked at Garlan and spoke sternly.

"So, I would like to apologize to you and take back what I once said about you, 'I have no expectations for your future.'"

After saying that, Shermer bowed slightly, then turned and left.

Behind him, the little prince sitting on the bed was completely stunned.

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No... no no no no no, Shermu'er, just wait.

You misunderstood, really misunderstood.

I am really a worthless waste with zero future growth value. Just like you said, stupid, stupid, weak, courageous and foolhardy, and an absolute scumbag!

Shermer, don’t leave——

Don't take back that sentence!

Believe me! I am really a waste that is not worthy of your expectations——

The author has something to say: So the little prince, who desperately wanted to be deposed as the king's younger brother, took another step closer to the throne.

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