A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Shamash, the sun god, the god of justice and judgment.

He symbolizes the law. He distinguishes between loyal and traitorous people with impartial and impartial eyes. He holds the Heavenly Wheel in one hand and the Sword of Shamash in the other.

All evildoers and those who break their oaths will be put to death by his sword.

On the day he became the priest of Shamash, he knelt under the tall idol and received the scepter given to him by his guide.

Holding a scepter in hand, he swore an oath before the sun god.

I will execute the law steadfastly.

I will abide by the righteous order.

I will judge everything justly.

I will protect Shamash's teachings at the cost of my life and my soul——

The priests of Shamash, the priests of the sun, are impartial and powerful.

Such is the case with Shermer.

He is an upright and stern person, and few people can see the emotions of ordinary people from his face. He deals with things rationally and calmly, and has never been swayed by personal feelings.

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"Shemal, I'm done!"

The white parchment was raised in front of his eyes, and the boy holding it tilted his head, revealing half of his face from behind the parchment. There was still a bit of childishness on that face.

Under the golden forehead hair that flows like the sun, the young man's eyes are curved like the curve of a crescent moon.

The young man looked at him with expectant eyes.

He glanced at it lightly and said, "No."

The young man with shining eyes suddenly shuddered, like a little squirrel whose ears had been twitched.

He added: "However, it is an improvement compared to last time."

The young man's eyes suddenly lit up again, and his golden eyes were like the sun in the sky.

He stood there with a bright smile on his face. The sunlight bathed the child's body, as if it were enveloped in a faint halo of light.

He smiled at him and looked at him with trust in his eyes.

This young prince seemed to be as bright as the sun.

He single-handedly raised the big children.

He watched the little child grow up little by little before his eyes.

Just like a seedling in his hand, he slowly pulled out the green branches and leaves.

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"Are you really going to die with that prince?"

That day, the man who came to see him said this.

That man was a companion who studied with him when he was young, but later, he chose to become a priest of Shamash, and that man chose to become a priest of the God of Night.

This priest of the God of Night had long ago become another prince's confidant.

This man came here to persuade him to join Prince Heimos.

He remained silent.

"Think about it, how can that weak prince He De sit on the throne?"

"A long time ago, when King Camos asked you to choose, didn't you also choose to teach His Highness Heimos?"

"So, this is not betrayal, it is just implementing your own choice." The man said, "Prince Garlan cannot win over His Highness Heymos."

He was silent for a long time, and then answered.

"……you're right."

Garlan cannot defeat Heimos.

Everybody knows.

He knows it too.

"He can't beat Huymos," he said.

It was a cruel path to the throne, filled with blood and thorns.

That kid can't do it.

But Huymos was walking on that road.

Therefore, the throne must eventually belong to Heimos.

"Really? So you are also optimistic about His Highness Heymos, right?"

The man smiled and said to him.

"Only His Highness is qualified and most suitable to sit on that throne."

"…………"

He closed his eyes and didn't answer.

Yes.

Prince Heimos is very powerful, unparalleledly powerful. Today, even King Kamos can no longer suppress this man who is as terrifying as a ferocious beast.

A long time ago, he also believed that only those who were outstanding and powerful enough were qualified to sit on the throne.

But now, he finally understood that this was not the case.

Sitting on the throne requires more than just being powerful.

Heimos is very strong, but his heart is too narrow, so narrow that only he is the one.

Although Garlan is weak, he has a broad mind. He can hold many people in his heart, and his gentle heart makes him willing to protect everyone he can see.

Heimos's eyes were so narrow that he could only see himself.

He wants the throne for himself.

He will not suppress himself, but will only obey his own desires, and he will achieve all his wishes as he pleases.

Because to him, nothing matters except himself, not even the entire Aaron Landis.

...He vaguely saw the shadow at Prince Heimos' feet, and the darkness wrapped around him.

That seemed to be an invisible omen.

When Huymos ascended the throne, his strength may have led Aaron Landis not to strength, but to a terrifying abyss.

And the child he had cared for was about to become the final sacrifice——

…………No.

Can't.

He opened his eyes and looked at his childhood friend.

He said: "Okay."

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"You can't beat Huymos."

That day, he said this to Garlan.

He saw the child's wide eyes, looking at him with disbelief.

He seemed to be able to see something shattering in an instant from those golden eyes.

There seemed to be something broken deep in the young man's eyes. He stood there looking at him, with helplessness written all over his face.

At that time, he wanted to reach out and touch the child's head like before.

But no.

[You can't beat Heimos. 】

You will die at his hands.

So, it's up to me.

Even if I betray my faith.

I want you to live and sit on the throne alive.

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You are the priest of Shamash, and fairness and justice are your beliefs.

When you tell a lie, you turn your back on the path of Shamash.

When you are caught in a lie, your faith is destroyed by it.

Your soul will fall into hell and burn in fire for eternity.

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"Shemur, you have violated your oath of allegiance to His Highness Heimos. As a priest of Shamash, you have told lies. You have betrayed your faith. What qualifications do you have to say that you are serving Shamash?" man of--"

He could no longer hear what the man behind him was saying.

His mind was blank at this moment.

The young man leaned quietly in his arms, as if he was sleeping, but the blood seeping from the corners of his eyes and lips slowly slid across the pale face that was still a little childish.

The light eyelashes trembled slightly in the wind, like the last traces of life that passed away.

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

He didn't know what he was doing. He just vaguely felt that something in the deepest part of his body was shattering at this moment.

What came to his mind at this moment was the way the child looked at him when he left.

Countless, terrifying things surged out from the depths of his body, churning, as if tearing his whole body apart bit by bit.

The body of the person in his arms is cooling down little by little, along with his heart...

…

Even if you abandon your faith and give up everything.

I also want to protect you.

But even if you give up everything.

I still can't keep you.

He closed his eyes.

O great Shamash, all sins are upon me.

The sin that the prince committed when he was young will be borne by me.

Please take his soul into the Kingdom of God…

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In that void, there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching, seeing everything that happened after that.

The look in those eyes was full of confusion.

Is this what happened after he died in that life?

...Semu'er didn't abandon him...he was actually protecting him...right?

But why did he see this scene?

In confusion, he saw Heimos pulling out the long sword at his waist.

The sharp blade was raised in Heymos' hand.

No.

Heymos, no!

He wanted to stop him, he wanted to hold him back, he screamed at the top of his lungs, wanting the man to stop.

But all this is the past, what happened in the past.

He could only watch, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He could only look at the sharp sword in Heymos's hand, which had drank the blood of countless people, flashing with a frightening cold light in the sun.

Stop...stop!

You've already killed me, let him go!

No one could hear him, no one could hear him.

He could only see Shermer kneeling there unconsciously holding his body.

He could only watch as Heimos' hand fell heavily.

The sharp blade penetrated Shemuer's chest in an instant——

Heimos! ! !

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The sun sets in the west, and the red clouds on the horizon are fire clouds. The sun, which is about to set on the ground, scatters golden-red light slantingly on the earth, shining in through the window.

The red sunset light fell on the face of the blond child lying quietly on the bed.

Suddenly, the child opened his eyes suddenly.

His hands stretched hard into the air, as if trying to grab something that didn't exist, and his fingertips were stretched to the extreme.

His dilated pupils were trembling violently, and his mouth was open as if he was trying to breathe, but his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to breathe or make any sound.

"Garlan?"

Someone walked over quickly, grabbed his hand, and called his name nervously.

Garlan turned his head.

The next second, his pupils shrank violently.

The familiar face that caught his eye made his mind go blank.

He could no longer think.

Heimos!

This was the only name left in his mind.

It was almost an instinct of the body. He propped up his elbows, sat up sideways, reached for Heimos' waist, and pulled out the dagger tied to the opponent's belt.

He took out the dagger from its sheath, stared at Heimos, and stabbed Heimos with the dagger——

There was a crisp sound.

The dagger stabbed the metal bracelet, making a crisp metal impact sound.

Almost at the moment Garlan raised his hand to stab the dagger, Heimos raised his hand and blocked the stabbing tip with the metal bracer on his wrist.

The next second, he grabbed Garlan's right wrist that was holding the dagger with his backhand.

With just a little effort, Garlan let go of his hand due to severe pain.

The dagger fell and was caught by Heymos' other hand.

Heimos clasped Garlan's right wrist and pushed him heavily backwards onto the bed.

Garlan's back hit the bed, making a loud bang in the room.

And at the same moment when Heimos pushed him down on the bed, the snow-white blade of the dagger taken back by Heimos was already pressed against his throat.

With just a little bit of force, his throat could be slit.

Everything happens in an instant.

It started from when Garlan drew his sword and stabbed Heimos, and ended when Heimos pinned him down on the bed and put a dagger to his throat.

This series of actions all occurred in less than two seconds.

Everything was an instinctive reaction of Heimos' body to respond to the enemy. After waiting for two seconds, he reacted and looked at the scene in front of him with a look of astonishment.

"Garlan?...Did you have a nightmare just now?"

he asked doubtfully.

The child who was pressed on the bed by him stared at him blankly with wide eyes. At first, he was confused, as if he had not yet recovered from a dream, and his eyes were distracted.

After the eyes came to their senses, they looked at him as if they understood something. Suddenly they blinked and a series of tears fell down.

The sudden tears immediately made Heimos panic.

He hurriedly retracted the dagger pressed against Garlan's neck and released his grip on him.

"This is a combat response formed after physical training. I didn't want to do anything to you, but my body reacted too fast and I couldn't control it..."

Garlan did not answer.

He opened his eyes, his big golden eyes were soaked with mist, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes, falling into a mess.

He bit his lower lip tightly and did not make a sound, but the tears in his eyes kept falling when he looked at Heimos, and they fell heavily.

Although he didn't speak or make a sound, his eyes made people feel distressed for some reason.

"Don't be afraid, Garlan."

Scared by a nightmare?

Or were you frightened by the dagger held to your throat just now?

Heimos thought.

"Don't be afraid, trust me, I won't hurt you."

He said softly, his hand gently touching Garlan's forehead.

"No matter what happens, I will never hurt you," he said.

The author has something to say: Changing attacks is not challenging.

It will be challenging to let the friends who are shouting to change attacks now shout "It smells so good" to Heimos in the future (smiles evilly)

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Since so many people are worried, let me make it clear that it will really be Huymos' home court next.

All your questions about the past will be revealed next.