A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

My head ached, the wind howled in my ears, and the sky was thousands of feet high behind me.

He stretched out his hand but couldn't catch anything. He could only fall helplessly from the sky.

…

Garlan took a deep breath and dispelled these vague emotions that were entangled in him.

Why is he running away?

he thinks.

Why should he be afraid of Heimos?

Garlan raised his head and looked at Heimos standing opposite.

The man lowered his eyes and did not look at him again. In the dark night, the fine eyelashes cast deep shadows on the man's brown cheeks.

Heimos stood there and did not move.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

A second ago, he looked like a ferocious wolf approaching its prey with open fangs, but at this moment, the sharpness suddenly disappeared, and he stood alone in the shadows, silent.

The night wind blew suddenly, and the coolness made Gallan wake up. The blue hair rope that tied a few strands of blond hair at the back of his head suddenly spread out and was blown away by the wind. A blue trace passed through the air, and then The trace disappeared.

The long hair scattered on his shoulders flew up in the wind, like a cluster of golden clouds.

The originally frightened and angry young man stood on the suspended platform in the wind, and suddenly calmed down.

It’s no longer the same.

Now, it is completely different from before.

He doesn't need to be afraid of anyone now.

Garlan no longer looked at Heimos, but left the suspended platform and walked straight forward.

As he walked, he pulled off the pure gold braided bracelet on his wrist, then raised his hands back to tie up the blond hair that was scattered on his shoulders.

"It's my fault, Hermos, for making you misunderstand."

The blond hair that he had tied casually was slightly messy and loose, and a few strands of blond hair fell down his right shoulder and onto his chest.

Garlan raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He said, "Because that person tried to use the throne to provoke you and me, and wanted us to fight. In order to make him give up, and because the customs of Tasta Country are different from other regions, I told that lie to make him give up."

Heimos squeezed the hand hanging by his side hard.

The nails dug into the palms of the hands, causing slight pain.

Only pain can calm him down and stop him from doing dangerous things.

He stood quietly and patiently, saying nothing.

Garlan turned his head and looked at Heimos with his bright golden eyes.

After calming down and waking up from the nightmare, Garlan quickly understood what he should do now.

Although he didn't know why Heimos suddenly did such a thing, he had to tell his feelings frankly in order to avoid causing a bigger misunderstanding again.

"Heimos, we grew up together. You are right. I do like you."

The young man looked at Heimos calmly.

However, his words did not make Heimos show the slightest happiness in his eyes. Instead, he frowned slightly and took a step forward.

However, as soon as Heimos took a step forward, Garlan raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on Heimos' chest.

He didn't use any force, but with just such a movement and a look up at Heimos, he easily stopped all the actions of that powerful man.

Heymos glanced at Gallan, perhaps because Gallan was standing under the starlight that shone slantly in, while he happened to be standing in the shadow of the attic.

His face and eyes seemed to suddenly dim a bit.

The lips were pursed so tightly that they were as thin as a line, and the bite wounds were still oozing blood, which gave people an inexplicable feeling of pain at first glance.

Garlan's heart was suddenly touched.

This was the first time in so many years that he saw such a look on Heimos' face... It seemed that nothing could move this powerful man, but now...

Is Heimos serious?

Did he just go too far in anger?

He couldn't help but think about it, but he quickly suppressed the thought.

If Heimos was serious, he would have to give up the idea immediately.

Because it was impossible for him to give Heimos any response.

"But I like you just like Caihos."

He said,

"As for the kind of person who likes... romance, I like girls, cute, lily-like girls."

"So, Heymos, I like you, just like Caihos... do you understand?"

Heimos, who pursed his lips, was silent for a while, and then suddenly spoke.

"You obviously like that guy more and trust him more. You tell him everything and don't tell me."

he said, with a hint of irritation in his tone.

It seemed like I had been holding back that tone for a long time, and now I finally couldn't help but say it out.

He was very unhappy about the Tasta mission.

Garlan would rather send a message to Kaihos, who had not yet returned to the royal city, to summon him to help, rather than let him know, and deliberately kept it secret from him.

He didn't show it on his face, but he had been worried about it for a long time.

Gallan was still carefully considering the words to explain to Heimos. Now that he was told this, he suddenly laughed angrily at Heimos' words.

It was in vain that he had just thought that he had gone too far, but in the end, this guy was here concentrating on being jealous of Caijos.

"Kayhos is known as the Knight of the Burning Sun. He is one of a kind. Why don't I use such a strong subordinate?"

Huimos paused for a moment after being rebutted, and then suddenly said again.

"I also have the title of Black Knight."

I'm no worse than him.

The above subtext is almost ready to be spoken.

Garlan: "..."

You also got into trouble with Caihos, didn't you?

He was dumbfounded, and the anger he had just now was all wiped out by Heimos's rogue behavior.

He said angrily: "You 'Black Knight' is not my knight. Caihos is my guardian knight. Even his life is mine, just like my hands and feet. I trust my hands and feet more." wrong?"

Hmm, no, the topic seems to have been diverted.

Gallan, who felt something was wrong, quickly changed the topic back.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I just want to make it clear to you."

“I have never considered a future with someone who is also a man, nor do I plan to move towards that future.”

"Of course, I don't think it's strange that you like the same sex. This is your freedom, after all... eh?"

etc.

Give me a moment.

Halfway through, Garlan suddenly felt something was strange.

He tried hard to think about it, and finally remembered what was wrong.

[Even if I die, it is impossible for me to like men. 】

"Uh, um, Heimos."

The corners of Garlan's eyes twitched and he raised his eyes to look at Heimos.

"I remember you said that at that time, you said you didn't like men and you would never like them even if you died."

His hand was still against Heymos's chest, but at this moment it changed from pressing to poking.

He tapped the chest with his fingertips.

"What's going on now?"

Heimos turned away his eyes and looked to the other side, as if he didn't want to look at Garlan.

The thin lips were still pressed tightly, making the lip line look sharper. His expression also looked very depressed, and he was too depressed to speak.

Now he felt as if he had been slapped hard by his former self.

Garlan glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

"You swore it in the name of Shamash."

Heymos's tightly pursed lips finally moved.

He muttered under his breath: "I don't believe in Shamash."

The tone of the black knight's words at this moment was like a child who was in trouble and wanted to cover it up.

Garlan: "..."

Ah, I really want to beat him.

But he couldn't beat him.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a little pain in his mouth. Gallan subconsciously raised his hand and touched his lips.

Just the slightest touch of my fingertips caused a tingling sensation.

what happened?

He just bit Heimus's lower lip, so he couldn't possibly bite himself?

Gallan touched his slightly tingling lips and suddenly felt a burning gaze.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Heimos, who had just turned away from looking at him, staring at him with burning eyes.

Those eyes were staring straight at his lips, and they were almost burning.

The gaze was too hot, as if she was continuing to lick his lips roughly with an invisible gaze.

The man's direct and aggressive gaze made Garlan's face suddenly heat up.

He quickly raised his hand and wiped his mouth vigorously with the back of his hand.

Just as soon as I rubbed it, there was another sting.

"do not move."

Heimos stared at Garlan and said, "It's swollen. If you rub it harder, it will hurt."

As he spoke, he reached out to hold Garlan's hand.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Garlan opened it with a bang.

Garlan threw his hand away and looked at him angrily.

"Who do you think you owe the injury to?"

The stinging sensation on his mouth made Garlan feel even worse.

When he thought about whether the slightly red and swollen lips could go away before returning to the banquet, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

He raised his feet forward, passed by Heimos, and walked quickly to the stone table.

He did not sit on the stone bench, but put his hand on the table, jumped up slightly, and sat directly on the stone table.

One foot was dangling in the air, the other stepped on the edge of the stone table, and his arms rested on his bent knees.

He stopped paying attention to Heimos and turned his head to look down at the land below the high platform that was dotted with lights like stars.

Garlan tilted his head and spoke directly without looking at Heimos.

"I've made it clear what I need to say. You can go back first. I still want to have some fun here."

At least you have to wait until the marks on your lips have almost disappeared before you can go back.

The young man thought so depressedly.

However, Heimos did not move.

He stood quietly and looked at Garlan.

He asked: "Are you angry?"

Garlan ignored him.

My mouth still hurts.

He felt aggrieved when he thought that the first kiss he had accumulated in several lifetimes was with a man or forced.

Heimos asked again: "What can I do to stop you from being angry with me?"

A few strands of golden hair were scattered on the young man's fair neck, falling along the nape of his neck to his slender collarbone.

The boy turned his head.

He sat on the blue stone table with one leg bent and his arms folded on his knees.

Tilting his head slightly, he looked at Heimos, his golden eyes slightly curved, like the crescent moon in the sky.

"Kneel down and beg me~"

He looked at Heimos, the look in his slightly curved eyes was half angry and half joking, with a hint of cunning, like a kitten having a tantrum.

He obviously said things that made people angry, but he just made people think he was cute.

Heimos raised his eyes.

There was no expression on his face, he just raised his feet and walked forward.

After Gallan said that, he looked away.

"Okay, just kidding."

he said, casually waving his hand to Heimos, motioning for him to leave quickly.

"We've been out for so long, you better come back soon..."

What he was saying suddenly got stuck in the middle.

The boy's eyes suddenly widened.

His eyes were open, his mouth was open, his eyes were dull, and he looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

Heimos, who walked in front of him, leaned down and landed on one knee.

He knelt at the young man's feet.

Then, he raised his head, and the fragments of starlight that shone slantly fell on that beautiful half of his cheek.

The usually sharp eyes were slightly curved, and looked softer against the starlight.

"Then, are you willing to accept the life and soul of the knight in front of you who wants to serve you devoutly?"

He said.

Although the voice was obviously deep, the lingering sound of the last word suddenly evoked an arc.

Inexplicably seductive to the extreme.

"……My master?"

…

No.

etc……

This is a foul!