A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

All the doctors said Heimos would not survive.

With that kind of horrific injury, all that was waiting for him was the call of death.

The palace has even begun to prepare for the prince's funeral.

However, after being in a coma for ten full days, the seriously injured Heimos opened his eyes.

The old doctor who said he was certain to die couldn't believe his eyes.

However, Heimos did survive, with a willpower that doctors could not believe.

They think that is simply inhuman willpower.

If you survive, you will endure unimaginable pain.

The old doctor said this.

indeed so.

High fever, nausea, burned body, inability to eat, inability to take care of oneself... It was a pain that words cannot describe, both physically and mentally.

No one can imagine what Heimos endured during this period. It is something that no living person can imagine.

That might be...a living hell.

Heimos struggled to crawl out of hell with terrible willpower.

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"You mean...he forgot?"

"Yes."

King Camos remained silent, and Shemuel answered.

The doctor said that it was because the stimulation was too great and the mood swings were so intense that the child could not bear it, so the body instinctively chose to eliminate this memory in order to protect itself.

The young man sitting on the hospital bed said nothing.

He lowered his eyes, and his messy black hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.

The thin lips were sickly pale due to lack of blood, and when they were tightened at the moment, they were like sharp blades.

A thin blanket covered him from the waist down, and a snow-white bandage was tied from his right arm to his waist. His right hand fell to the side, unable to use any strength.

At this moment, his only movable left hand was gripping the thin blanket on his body with such force that his knuckles turned white.

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"Shemal."

After leaving Heimos' ward, King Camos, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"Garlan will be left to you."

"King Camos?"

"He has committed an irreparable crime... What is irreparable, even if it is just a child, that is his sin."

King Camos’s voice was heavy.

"Because of my preference for him and my indulgence towards him, all this happened."

He said, "From now on, I will not interfere in the affairs between the two princes."

He sighed deeply, heavily.

"So, the child will be left to you."

"……yes."

From that day on, King Camos gradually became estranged from Garlan, whom he once loved so much.

He mostly traveled on the battlefield and rarely interfered in matters between the two princes.

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In the room as night fell, the boy wrapped in snow-white bandages was still sitting there.

There was no light in the room, but the boy's eyes were frighteningly bright in the darkness.

He was tortured by severe pain all the time.

However, the child actually forgot.

He had forgotten all the things he had done, the things that had pushed him into hell!

Forgot everything.

In the darkness, the boy's eyes were like blood.

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Prince Heimos always wears bandages on his body.

I heard it was because of the terrible burns on my body.

I heard that once, a maid vomited while changing his bandage.

Yes, that maid was almost beaten to death...it was so miserable...

Have you seen the prince's eyes? It's as cold as a poisonous snake——

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Various news spread in the palace bit by bit. Prince Heimos had a gloomy, unstable temperament, and was cruel. He was a terrible prince.

Many people gradually came to know this, and then they were afraid of the terrible prince and trembled before Heimos.

From the bottom of their hearts, they were unwilling to get close to the prince whose temperament had become strange.

And a year later, Shermer finally found out the truth of what happened at that time.

He immediately communicated it to Heimos.

"You told me the truth because you wanted to tell me that this has nothing to do with Garlan, right?"

Dressed in black, with only his right arm tightly tied with a white bandage, the young man played with a small dagger with his right hand and said lazily.

In just one year, he seemed to have changed into a different person.

Xie Muer could feel that just by standing there, the young man was emitting a terrible aura.

A terrifying aura that makes people resist from the bottom of their hearts and unwilling to get close.

Heimos raised his eyes. He and Shermer were standing on a high platform. Looking far away, they could see the figure of the blond child in the courtyard.

The sun fell on the child, surrounding him and covering him in light.

Many people are surrounding the child, like stars over the moon. The child is smiling, with a bright smile, and it seems that the clear laughter can be heard coming from the courtyard.

Heimos tightened his grip on the thin dagger in his hand.

There was no light in his golden-red eyes as he stared at Garlan, as if he had fallen into a lightless hell.

Yes, that incident was planned by his uncle who wanted him dead.

He got it.

But so what?

so what--

The most hated thing in the world is not being in hell.

It's that you are suffering in hell, but the person who pushed you into hell is living happily in the sun without any knowledge or burden.

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Then, years later.

It was a dark night, with no moonlight and no stars. There was a little light flashing in the hidden room, but it was not bright. Instead, it made the room darker.

The boy, who was already sixteen years old, was sitting on a chair, most of his body naked, with only a thin white cloth covering his waist and crotch diagonally.

He sat there quietly, silent, his cold eyes staring straight ahead.

A middle-aged doctor knelt at his feet, trembling with fear, not daring to raise his head, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

After a long time, the young man spoke quietly.

He asked: "Can't it be cured?"

The doctor lying on the ground was trembling, his face full of fear and panic.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness."

His voice was shaking.

"You... I'm afraid you won't be able to... be able to..." He stuttered, his heart pounding, and his teeth gritting, "That area is already necrotic, so, so, I'm afraid you won't... be able to give birth to yourself. descendants."

"..."

There was silence for a while, and the doctor's face was buried in the ground, not daring to raise his head to see the prince's expression.

There was no sound.

But the terrible silence almost drove the doctor crazy.

After a long time, he was so frightened that he almost fainted, and finally heard a voice that made him relieved.

"...You go."

With a gentle word, the doctor immediately stood up and rushed out of the door as if he was running away.

However, just when his hand touched the door panel.

A sharp dagger was thrown from behind, pierced through his throat, and nailed his whole body to the door panel.

The blood slowly slid down the door panel, making it look even more weird in the dim light.

Like an open door to hell.

The boy who had been sitting on the seat for a long time stood up, and the thin cloth slipped from his body with his movements.

He stood there, his naked body reflected in the mirror opposite.

The right half of the body is a lump of uneven black-red flesh, with wrinkles everywhere, and scarlet polyps tangled together like scales...

The young man looked steadily at the ugly and disgusting body in the mirror, like the body of a monster.

The swaying firelight reflected on his cheeks, and his eyes were as sinister as vipers.

He smiled slightly.

It's extremely light, but it inexplicably sends chills down your back.

He laughed one after another, softly, deeply, and wildly.

The golden-red eyes fell into darkness, reaching the deepest hell, without any brilliance left.

…

Because he is too weak, no one cares about his feelings.

Yes.

Because he did not have enough power and rights, he ended up like this.

Therefore, he must sit on the throne.

He will stand on the highest place and take the power into his own hands,

He wants to trample under his feet all those who have trampled on him and hurt him!

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In that dream, Garlan slowly woke up from the dream with very soft, yet heart-rending laughter.

He opened his eyes and saw Heimos sleeping on the edge of the bed.

The young man who had completely fallen into despair and madness in his dream was lying beside him quietly at this moment, sleeping peacefully.

The eyebrows and eyes that relax in sleep look like a child's.

Garlan saw that his hand was grasping one of Heimos' fingers.

He tightened his grip a little harder and then slowly loosened it.

He raised his hand and touched the back of Heimos' hand. Then, his eyes followed that hand upward and landed on Heimos' arm.

The skin is dark brown, the muscles are tight, and the skin is a little shiny. It is an arm with very beautiful lines.

Garlan remembered that in his dream he saw that half body covered with scars and polyps, so ugly that it was hard to look at...

He pursed his lips.

In the past, he had always thought that Heimos was a man who was greedy for power, ruthless and unscrupulous in order to obtain the throne.

He doesn't like this kind of person.

Therefore, he doesn't like Heimos either.

He never thought that the truth would be so tragic.

Gallan remembered what he had heard from that voice before. Although Heimos ascended the throne, when he died, he left no descendants. The throne was empty and chaos arose. Aaron Landis was also there. Soon it came to destruction.

Heimos did what he said -

He will bring everyone to hell.

So, he brought all of Aaron Landis to hell.

Garlan's eyes once again fell on Heimos' face, and the young man's peaceful sleeping face was right in front of him.

He raised his hand and touched that handsome face.

…

In the dream, he was like a bystander, watching the scene.

When he was in the sea of ​​fire, when Heimos huddled in the darkness, when Heimos was shaking in pain, at that moment of low and crazy laughter...

He wanted to reach out to the desperate boy and grab him countless times.

But, that was a dream, that was just a dream, he couldn't touch that person.

He could only watch Heimos step by step toward destruction and into hell, but he could do nothing.

fine.

Garlan thought as he gently touched Heimos' cheek.

You still have time.

This time it was finally time.

Garlan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was brewing something.

Then he opened his eyes and raised his hand.

Bang bang bang bang!

A crisp and fast slap suddenly sounded in the quiet room, and the child slapped the sleeping boy four times hard on the face.

As soon as the fight was over, a hand suddenly rose up and grabbed Garlan's wrist.

He was suddenly woken up by a slap while he was sleeping. Heimos was about to reflexively throw away the person he caught. When he looked up, he saw a pair of golden eyes staring at him.

He was a little awake, but still a little confused.

Heimos grabbed little Gallan's wrist and looked at Gallan blankly. His messy hair was scattered on his face. He was probably not fully awake yet, and he looked clumsy.

He blinked, with a confused look on his face. His face rarely looked cute and cute at this moment.

He just looked at Garlan in a daze, and Garlan looked at him too.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"Does it hurt?"

the child asked him.

Before Heimos could react, he nodded subconsciously, and then immediately shook his head.

The child nodded with satisfaction.

"Um."

Gallan said, "As long as it hurts."

He thought, well, Heymos was not injured, and his character would not become so scary.

Then in the future, even if it is for the throne, Heimos will not kill him again, nor will he kill Shermer again.

Although his back hurt, he successfully saved Heimos's future, thus saving himself and Shermer, so it was still worth it.

Garlan thought in his mind.

In this way, he changed the key points so that such a tragedy would not happen in the future. Would he be able to retire with success?

After all, he still knew himself, and he couldn't win against Heimos for the throne.

And even though he knew the truth, the shadow in his heart could not be eliminated by simply eliminating it. Although he sympathized with Heimos and didn't hate him so much, he still felt a little scared when he looked at him.

Therefore, he felt that it would be better for him to follow his established goal and try to get rid of his identity as a prince and travel around the mainland.

"Garlan?"

A voice rang in his ears, and Garlan suddenly became excited.

No, that's not right.

he thinks.

The reason why Heimos became like this is because of his uncle's machinations. Although he saved Heimos this time, that uncle is still there and will continue to take action——

Therefore, he worked hard to save Heimos this time. Maybe next time his uncle takes action, something will happen to Heimos and he will start to become extreme again.

Then wasn't he injured in vain?

Heymos was injured - his temperament became extreme - he was expected to die again - Heymos had no descendants - so Aaron Landis had to be destroyed -

No, no, no, no, this is not okay!

He finally pulled out the flag of his own death and Aaron Landis's death, how could he watch it being pushed back again?

…

It seems that he can't run away yet, he has to keep an eye on Heimos.

He must not let that uncle harm him until Heymos grows up.

Otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted and we will return to the trajectory of previous lives.

After a lot of thinking in his mind, Garlan made up his mind.

He raised his eyes and looked at Heimos.

He said: "I will take good care of you from now on."

I will definitely take good care of you until you grow up well.

Garlan said seriously: "I will protect you."

Protecting Heimos means saving the lives of yourself and Shemuel, as well as saving Aaron Landis.

As long as Heymos has descendants, Aaron Landis will certainly not perish.

So, Garlan concluded.

He must see with his own eyes that Heimos killed the uncle and then had a child, so that he could go out to travel on the earth happily and freely.

Garlan thought so in his heart.

Okay, then, his next goal is to protect Heimos until the birth of Heimos’ child——

Suddenly woken up by Garlan, Heimos was still a little dazed as he grabbed Garlan's wrist. Suddenly he heard Garlan say this, and looking at the child's serious look, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

But when he saw the pair of golden eyes that looked at him seriously, and the serious look in his eyes, inexplicably, his heart moved slightly, maybe because Garlan's eyes were too bright when he looked at him.

Perhaps it was because those golden eyes reflected his figure so clearly for the first time.

He didn't know why Garlan suddenly did or said this, but he didn't want to ask.

Because he liked the way Garlan was looking at him intently at the moment.

Just look at him.

Heimos nodded.

He said: "Okay."

He smiled and answered the child who said he would take good care of him in the future. He held the slender wrist in his palm and put the soft little hand against his cheek.

The corners of his lips raised a gentle arc.

Heimos had no idea that Garlan's mind was filled with the idea of ​​finding a woman and having a child as soon as possible.

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At the door, the one-eyed knight had been waiting here to pay attention to the movements in the room. At this moment, he pricked his ears and listened to all the conversations in the room.

For a moment, Caijos looked a little strange.

[I will take good care of you and protect you from now on. 】

Prince Gallan, are you really okay with saying that?

Don't you think that sounds a bit like a proposal?

The author has something to say:

The truth of the past has been revealed, and I think all your questions should be answered.