A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In a room on the upper floor of the Consulate, the window was open, and the wounded priest of Shamash was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Even when he was ill, even when he was resting on the bed, Shermer still sat in a regular posture, with his back straight against the head of the bed, and his hands folded on his abdomen, covering him. The blanket was unfolded neatly around him, and the two sides were even symmetrical.

Even though he was seriously ill, his face had obviously been taken care of. There was no dust on his hair, no knots in his slightly curly hair, and his chin was cleanly shaved. If it weren't for the snow-white bandage on his shoulder, it would be impossible to tell that this was a seriously injured patient.

Ah, he is indeed Shemuer.

King Camos walked into the room and sighed deeply in his heart.

Shermer, who was sitting on the bed, had his head tilted, looking down through the open window beside the bed at the scenes that were going on in the square below. He who didn't like noise at first actually didn't dislike the noise coming from the square at this moment. Noise, just looking at everything below quietly.

His expression was light and calm as always, with no expression visible, and it was even more difficult to tell what he was thinking at the moment.

It wasn't until King Camos walked in that the movement made Shermer turn his head.

He moved a little, as if he wanted to stand up and salute.

Upon seeing his action, Camos quickly took two steps and put his hands on his shoulders to hold him down.

"Just lie down. If you burst the arrow wound together, it will only cause trouble for me."

Shermer thought about it seriously, and probably felt that King Camos was right, so he did not insist on getting up to salute King Camos.

"I heard you don't plan to show up here?"

he asks.

King Camos hummed.

"If you show up here, those ministers will make noise to death again when you go back."

"It would not be appropriate to give all the credit to Prince Garlan."

"Why?"

"He's too young."

Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.

If you stand out too much, you might be targeted by someone.

"Ha, are you young? I remember that when he was that old, I also took the Guards to conquer the bandits."

Prince Camos, who was only nine years old at the time, used the excuse of going out for hunting, but ended up taking his guards and running into the mountains to conquer the bandits, which scared many people, especially General Aaron Landis at the time. Lead the army and rush there desperately.

Who would have known that when they got there, Camos would actually take care of the bandits by himself, leaving everyone stunned.

Kamos smiled as he recalled what happened when he was a child.

He folded his arms and leaned against another window in the room, lowered his head, looking down at the large square below, looking at the children reunited with their parents, and the heartfelt expressions of those reunited. He looked happy, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"How about it?"

he asked suddenly.

"What?"

Camos nodded toward the square below.

He smiled and said, "How about my chosen brother Wang?"

"…………"

"Ha, the kid you looked down on saved your life."

Kamos looked down, his eyes deep.

He said: "Shemal, that child was actually very scared at that time."

That day, when he suddenly appeared in Ayr Town with a hundred cavalry and appeared in front of everyone, everyone was shocked.

He did not reveal his identity at that time, but rode over as an ordinary general, and lifted Garlan who was standing there onto the horse.

When he reached out to hug him, he felt that the child's back was soaked and the muscles on his shoulders were stiff.

One can imagine how Garlan felt at that time, using his small body to face the mob that could easily tear him apart with one person.

But no matter how scared he was, the child never took a step back.

"Shemur, I know that you have always hoped that the successor I choose to the throne is a powerful person, preferably as powerful as me."

King Camos said, meaningfully.

"However, there is a kind of power in this world, which is power that cannot be seen by the naked eye."

He said, "You've probably felt it, haven't you?"

Shermer was silent for a long time, and then he finally spoke.

"The prince said that because of my status as a noble, I think highly of myself, so it is impossible for me to understand what those common people want."

He looked at King Camos and asked, "Is that really what he said?"

"Ah, well..."

Kamos scratched his head and his eyes wandered for a moment.

"It seems the prince is right."

Shermer lowered his eyes. His face was still calm and his expression was not visible, but there was a hint of loss in his lowered eyes.

He has always been proud of being a priest of the Sun God Shamash. He has always practiced the just position of the God of Justice and feels that he is good enough.

Therefore, he gradually began to think that the conclusion he reached must be correct.

I don’t know when he started to change from a self-affirming pride to a supercilious pride - he became dictatorial, and he began to firmly believe that he was the only one who was right, and everyone else who stood against him must be wrong. ——He has unknowingly turned into this terrible person who cannot tolerate others' words.

He only looked at the sky and forgot to look at his feet.

…………

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was the little prince who was less than half his age who taught him a lesson and made him see himself clearly.

He had always thought that the little prince was weak, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, like a weak pet that couldn't survive without someone's careful care.

But this child, whom he thought was weak, walked out of a safe place that night and stood in front of him and the other injured knights.

The child used his small body to protect them who were supposed to be guardians.

[Xie Muer, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye. 】

He thought of that dark night, under the threat of swords and under the threat of death, the young prince's bright golden eyes and those powerful words.

[The laws of Aaron Landis shall not be trampled upon. 】

…

That may be what King Camos said, the power that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

The priest of Shamash closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth without any trace.

That trace disappeared so quickly that no one could see the sudden change in the corners of the lips of this usually expressionless priest.

"Yes, King Camos, you have chosen an excellent successor."

Shermer said calmly,

"Although the qualifications are different, the Prince Gallan you chose is indeed no less than Prince Heimos."

When Shermur admitted this, King Camos was immediately happy.

"Ha, Xie Mu'er, you have admitted defeat. I will say that my vision is absolutely not wrong. How can the person I like not be good? You know-"

It was the first time that he, a brainless priest, was asked to give oral infusions. Camos was so excited that he couldn't stop talking.

"but."

Shermer's words changed suddenly, interrupting King Camos's bragging about his vision that was about to begin.

“Excellent qualifications are not everything.”

He said unceremoniously, "Even if Prince Gallan does have excellent qualifications, as long as he continues as he is now, it will only be wasted in vain. In the future, he will definitely be left far behind by Prince Heimos and become a Mediocre people.”

Before King Camos had time to be excited about his stubborn priest's rare surrender, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"So, as the tutor of the prince you designated, from now on, I will take two hours a day to personally teach Prince Gallan."

Shermur said that he would change the time for teaching Garlan in person from once a week to every day.

King Camos: “…………”

It's over, his little brother Wang is probably going to cry.

…………

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The day passed quickly, the sun sank below the horizon, and the earth became dark.

The city of Vinal has returned to its usual tranquility, but the festival-like atmosphere still remains in the city. In the dark night, lights one after another light up, dotting the city.

This night, it seemed as if every household was filled with happy laughter and warm atmosphere.

When King Camos walked into the room quickly, as expected, he saw the figure of Heimos.

He hummed twice in his mind.

He asked why he hadn't seen any sign of this kid all afternoon. Sure enough, he came to Garlan again.

The Lion King squinted his eyes and stared unkindly at Heimos, who always came to see his little brother when he was busy.

"Brother Wang?"

The little prince shouted softly, and immediately asked Camos to forget about Heimos, and happily approached his little prince.

He reached out and rubbed the soft blond hair. The soft touch on his fingers made him feel good.

He leaned over and hugged Garlan, who was looking up at him. While stroking his hair, he put his face against his little prince's soft little face and rubbed it.

Ah - I feel like my whole person has been purified.

King Camos, who had been busy all day, felt satisfied both physically and mentally.

Garlan had long been used to being hugged and rubbed by King Camos. At first, he felt a little awkward. Later, he simply regarded King Camos as a big lion who liked to nuzzle people and beg for hugs and head pats. Let’s look at it.

That's right, it's the mature version of Nerga the little milk lion.

As soon as he thought about it, he immediately felt uncomfortable.

"Brother Wang," he asked, "Shemer, how are those knights doing now?"

"Their injuries have been treated."

"The one with the injured eye, can he still stay in the Guards in the future?"

"Don't worry, I will place him properly."

Garlan hesitated for a moment, then asked.

"The one who died..."

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and asked in a low voice. His long eyelashes cast a light shadow on the child's milky white cheeks.

Kamos looked at Garlan and gently touched Garlan's head with his big hand.

"He adhered to his duty and protected you and his companions."

He said, "He will die with honor as a knight of my king Camos."

"Garlan, don't think too much, it's late at night, you should rest." He said gently, "There is only one thing you have to do now, and that is to heal your injury as soon as possible, do you understand?"

The little prince nodded obediently to his brother.

Then he lay down.

Camos helped Garlan tuck the quilt, and the child nestled in the soft quilt. His pale golden hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow. Only a small face as big as a palm was exposed from the quilt. The scattered hair revealed A smooth forehead.

On that small face, big golden amber-like eyes blinked at him. The little look was so cute that Camos couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

He patted the quilt lightly with one hand, then leaned over and kissed the corner of the child's eyes.

He said: "Good night, my little prince."

After saying that, King Camos stood up and left.

Heimos, who stayed here, also walked to the bedside and seemed to want to say good night to Garlan.

Before he reached the bed, he thought for a moment, suddenly turned around, closed the window that was blowing in the wind, drew the curtains to block the moonlight outside, and then walked back to the bed.

"Then I'm leaving too."

Garlan lay on the bed and nodded his little head.

He opened his mouth, intending to say good night politely to Heimos as well.

However, just as he opened his mouth, he saw Heimos suddenly leaning over, and the face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, making him stunned for a moment.

The young man leaned over and kissed Garlan's forehead.

Then he stood up and said lightly: "Good night."

After saying that, Heimos left as if nothing had happened.

His eyes were light and his expression was calm. It looked like what he just did was as ordinary and natural as drinking water and eating.

However, when he stepped out of the door, the boy's right hand clenched into a fist and waved slightly in the air.

It was almost like celebrating something successful.

Then, he left quickly, his steps brisk, and his back showed a bit of joy no matter how you looked at it.

In the room, only Garlan was left, his eyes wide open and his entire body turned to stone.

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