A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Completely unaware that the child he picked up and placed on the rock was squealing with joy in his heart, Heimos knelt down on one knee, half-kneeling in front of the child, holding the child's left foot with one hand.

He was wearing dark boots, but this child was different. He was wearing sandals with only a thin sole, and white slender straps were wrapped around the child's lotus-like calves.

Different from his dark brown complexion, the child's skin is very white, so white that it almost seems to glow when reflected in the sunlight. The skin is so delicate, so when the calf hit the ground when it fell on the ground, there were a few green marks on the stone, which looked very conspicuous on the white lotus root-like calf.

Heimos saw that the ankle he was holding was indeed slightly red and swollen. He squeezed it lightly without daring to use too much force. Although both of them were children of similar age, this child was too delicate compared to him. His skin would be scratched even if it was touched. He was really worried that the child's thin skin would be damaged if he exerted even a little force. The ankle was pinched off.

The little foot held in his hand shook a little, obviously feeling pain, but he soon endured it and stopped moving. He didn't hear the child cry out in pain, and still sat obediently. When he looked up, a pair of big golden amber-like eyes blinked and stared at him brightly.

He has seen many spoiled children who start to act up when they disagree with each other. This is the first time he has seen such well-behaved children.

Heimos thought.

If all the children were so well-behaved and obedient, he wouldn't be annoyed by the little devil.

At this moment, Heimos, who had a great impression of Garlan, had no idea at all.

The child looked at him with shining eyes because he felt happy when he saw him half-kneeling in front of him.

If he knew what Garlan was thinking, he would probably fall out immediately.

Garlan lowered his head and looked at the young man squatting at his feet. He felt happy at the same time, but couldn't help feeling a little emotional at the same time.

In his memory, he and Heimos were mortal enemies.

Huymos is a very scary guy, but also an extremely arrogant guy. Even in front of his brother Camos, who was the king, or even in front of the statue of God, he had never seen Heimos lower his head.

Heimos disliked him very much. He could feel that the man always looked at him with great malice and terrible coldness, like a hyena hiding in the shadows and staring at its prey anytime and anywhere. As long as he shows a slight flaw, he will pounce on him and bite his flesh and blood without mercy.

The two of them had almost never been alone together. Every time they met, they were surrounded by their respective subordinates. They were wary of each other and looked at each other from a distance.

Therefore, at this moment, being so close to this person, and this person was actually kneeling in front of him, gave him a very incredible feeling.

Garlan has always felt that this person, let alone half-kneeling in front of him like this, or even slightly bowing his head in front of him, is something that can only happen in dreams.

...So, is he actually dreaming now?

While thinking deeply about this very possible question, Garlan suddenly heard the other party say something.

"Will it hurt?"

Although the voice of a teenager in the voice-changing stage is hoarse and unpleasant, the tone is gentle.

Upon hearing this gentle tone, Garlan's whole body suddenly shivered, and he felt that all the hairs on his body stood up.

No, no, no—this is not right—

This is so wrong!

His mortal enemy should be a guy who looks very much like a greedy hungry wolf. He will not let go until he bites a person and tears out a large piece of flesh.

His sworn enemy should be like a vulture-like guy who is extremely vengeful. He will retaliate with all his vengeance. He will hate those who offend him to the core and will never give up until he tortures the other person until life is worse than death.

His mortal enemy is a guy as sinister and vicious as a poisonous snake——

He was not afraid of making people laugh when he said it. When Garlan was reborn for the first time, the moment he met that guy's eyes for the first time, he was frightened. At that time, the clothes on his back were suddenly soaked with cold sweat, and his legs were a little weak, but he managed to hold on without taking a step back.

The look in that man's eyes was so terrifying that it made his heart tremble just by looking at it.

Garlan felt that the person looking at him did not look like a human being, but a ferocious devil crawling out of hell.

…………

He could not describe the eyes of the adult Heymos. He only knew that when he was stared at by that man, it was like being stared at by the cold vertical pupils of a poisonous king cobra, like a gangrene attached to the bone. , the cold feeling can almost seep into the bones.

Garlan's power is much weaker than that of Heimos, but the reason why it has been able to endure the confrontation with Heimos for more than ten years is that besides King Camos's partial gang, there is another important reason. , that is why Heimos has a bad reputation.

Although Heimos has made many military exploits, he is known as the "evil ghost" among ordinary people. Garlan is just the opposite. His reputation is much better among ordinary people and neutral ministers. Most people hope that he will succeed because they prefer a benevolent king to a bloodthirsty king.

It is almost universally known that this 'evil ghost' prince has a notoriously violent temper. Countless people have died at his hands. The yin energy of the dead seems to have seeped into his bones, making him even laugh. It’s always a very sinister time. There are even rumors that he eats the flesh and blood of his enemies. Such rumors secretly spread among the people, making people's hair stand on end.

Gallan didn't know whether this rumor was true or not, but Gallan once saw with his own eyes that Heimos cut off the limbs of a man who assassinated him one by one, and finally gave the man a heart-rending death. Cut off the man's head while screaming. At that time, the blood spurted from the man's broken head splashed on the smiling face of Heimos. Garlan saw that Heimos squinted and smiled happily, and the blood splashed on his cheeks. Set against the gloomy golden-red eyes, the dark red tone looked extremely weird.

Perhaps from that time on, Garlan felt that he would never be able to win against this person.

This man's eyes were always flashing with the fierce light of a cold-blooded animal, with a bloody evil aura and an indescribable sense of distortion.

No matter how many times he was reborn, every time Garlan met those golden-red eyes full of evil energy, he would feel chills all over and his scalp would feel numb.

After all - how on earth should he, as a normal person, fight against a guy who is obviously a psychopath!

Thinking about the sinister and perverted man in my memory, looking at the young man squatting in front of him, gently squeezing his feet and asking him if it hurt...

Garlan clutched his heart, feeling that he might have recognized the wrong person. Maybe this boy just looked a bit like Heimos.

But……

He looked uncertainly at the boy in front of him.

There was nothing wrong with those eyes. Even if he couldn't remember that person's appearance, he would never forget those golden-red eyes that stared at him ferociously every time he killed him.

That person's pupils were almost fiercely imprinted on his memory, and he would never mistake that person's eyes.

Garlan thought this, looking down at Heimos' hand holding his foot, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Huymos' hand was holding his ankle, and the contrast between their skin colors was particularly eye-catching.

The young man's fingers were very slender, and the brown fingers with clear joints pressed against his white ankles. They were clearly black and white. Garlan stared at the contrast of skin color and felt more and more strange.

its not right.

He thought that he remembered that his skin color was not that fair at all.

Although as the younger brother of the king, he has naturally been pampered since childhood, but for some reason, his skin has always been rough, not even as good as Heimos.

Well, just think that children's skin is relatively tender and gets worse as they grow up. But even if his skin color is not as dark brown as Huymos, it can be said to be light brown, but why now? Looks so white?

"It's not a big problem."

Gallan was still wondering what was going on when he heard Heimos speaking to him. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Heimos standing up and reaching out to him. Judging from the movement, it seemed that he wanted to lift him off the rock.

Garlan's hair suddenly stood up at the thought of being hugged by this mortal enemy again.

Unwilling to be hugged by his mortal enemy, he didn't have time to think too much and jumped down in a hurry. He thought he could bear a little pain, but he didn't expect that the child's body was not that pain-resistant.

As soon as the sprained foot hit the ground, there was a sharp pain. He lost his balance, tilted his body, and ran into the arms of the young man standing in front of him.

Heimos wanted to reach out and lift the child off the rock, but unexpectedly, the child jumped down as soon as he raised his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he tilted his body and fell towards him.

He subconsciously took a step back because of the child's sudden jump. Before he could stand still, he was hit by the child who fell over again.

He was just a kid of twelve or thirteen years old. He suddenly lost his balance and fell backwards.

So Garlan knocked down Heimos.

Heimos reflexively hugged Garlan who fell down.

Then the two people fell into a ball and hit the tree trunk next to them.

Garlan: "..."

The price of not wanting his mortal enemy to carry him down would be to fall into a ball with his own mortal enemy.

Well, I was wrong.

I apologize.

I don’t want to either——