A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The fire in the abandoned temple burned for a whole night, and the crimson fire reflected half of the sky in Tozes City, causing people in the city to look sideways.

Fortunately, the abandoned temple was in an extremely remote place in the city, so it didn't cause panic in the city that had just calmed down just now.In addition, Seth decisively took control of the government that night, so the fact that Prince Garlan was kidnapped by the remnants of the pirates did not leak out, and the city residents only knew that there were a few remnants of pirates wandering around the city. It's just a night of running around the city.

Early in the morning, they heard the news that the remnants of the pirates had been killed, so they relaxed their minds and smiled happily.

Compared to the ease and joy of the city residents outside, the government is full of wounded people.

When Garlan was pulled out of the flames by Heymos, he was barely conscious, but soon fell asleep again.

He was already injured and had a fever, but he was forcibly taken away by the pirates while he was sick, and he was dragged and choked on the dust in the fire scene. This ordeal made him even worse.

After he was rescued, he never woke up, and he had a high fever for a whole day and night. His red face was so terrible that he frightened Keyhos and others to guard him, and he dared not close his eyes all day and night. .

Even Heymos, who was also seriously injured, was terrified when he saw Garlan's high fever. Meter wide, it is more than enough to sleep two people.

In this way, it is also convenient for several doctors here to surround the two of them in this room, without having to run back and forth.

The doctor said that Heymos's two forearms were fine, just some burns, and they would be healed soon, as long as they were careful not to leave any scars.However, those two palms... the stone pillar was already burning red and hot, and Heymos directly lifted it with his bare hands, as if pressing his own hands on a red-hot iron.

The palm of that hand was scalded to pieces, bloody and bloody. Fortunately, because Heymos practiced martial arts since he was a child, the calluses on his palm were quite thick, so he didn't hurt his tendons and bones. After the burn healed, he wouldn't hurt Heymos. The flexibility of the hands will be affected, but scars on the palms are inevitable.

Because of the burns, Heymos also inevitably developed a low-grade fever.

Fortunately, the temperature was not too high, and his body was always strong, so even with a low fever, his consciousness was still clear.It was because he was conscious that he, as a wounded man, was the same as Kehos, because of the nervousness of Garlan, who had a persistent high fever, he did not close his eyes all day and night.

It wasn't until the second night that the drowsy Garlan's high fever finally subsided and he regained his composure, he was relieved.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Garlan's slightly flushed peaceful sleeping face, Heymos, who had calmed down, didn't hold on any longer, closed his eyes and fell asleep in a relaxed manner.

…………

It was overwhelming flames.

Red, fiery, reflecting the entire dark sky red.

He stood there, but flames surrounded him in all directions.

He has nowhere to escape.

Beyond the crimson flames, a pair of vicious eyes stared at him intently.

Reflecting the flames, even the golden traces in the eyes were dyed red, as if they were a pair of pure red eyes.

The pair of eyes staring at him were full of coldness, and there was a naked ferocity rolling in them.

It seemed that it would turn into a ferocious beast anytime and anywhere, tearing him apart and devouring him.

Under the gaze of those terrifying golden-red eyes, he couldn't move.

The flames spread little by little, from far to near.

He watched helplessly as the flame slowly approached his side, and the tongue of crimson flames almost licked his eyes.

Just as he was desperately waiting to be swallowed by the flames, suddenly, a hand popped out from the burning flames.

A tall figure suddenly emerged from the fire.

He opened his eyes wide.

The man held out his hand to him.

The flames all over the sky seemed to be blocked by that person.

……

The boy opened his eyes abruptly, the golden pupils dilated slightly, then contracted violently a few times.

His breathing became much faster at this moment.

After a while, he slowly regained consciousness from his slightly dizzy eyes due to the sudden waking up. The memory before coma came back to his mind little by little. He exhaled a long breath, and his whole body relaxed. .

However, when he turned his head for a while, he was shocked again.

The face that is so familiar no matter whether it is a dream or reality is close in front of him.

As soon as he was startled, Heymos seemed to be asleep.

Heymos was lying on his back on the bed, but his face was slightly turned to Garlan's side.

The fine strands of hair, as dark as the night sky, were scattered on the snow-white pillow, and the contrast was very obvious.

With his eyes closed, his eyelashes are not thick, but they are very black and slender, with well-defined roots. They are so close together that Garlan can almost see the slight movement of the ends of the slender eyelashes.

The corners of Heymos' eyes were raised slightly, and even if they were closed, the lines of the corners of the eyes revealed a sharp feeling.

The sleeping young man had a handsome face that was as eye-catching as the morning glow in the evening.

Broken hair scattered on the straight bridge of the nose, and the brown skin glowed like honey in the morning sun.

The thin lip line was like a knife's edge, and it was tightly pressed, which made Heymos reveal a bit of coldness and ruthlessness.

The lapis lazuli earrings on the ears reflect a cool luster.

Even in deep sleep, this person gave people a dangerous feeling like a lurking beast, but that dangerous aura, on the contrary, added some inexplicable allure to him.

Garlan looked at the sleeping man lying beside him.

His eyes were a little dazed for a moment.

He remembered the moment when this person suddenly appeared in front of him in the sea of ​​flames.

[Don't be afraid, I'm here. 】

When the burned finger brushed the corner of his eye, he heard his heart beating violently.

Because the man who came to him through the flames jumped up.

…………

Maybe it was because he was in the sea of ​​fire at that time, it was too hot, too hot for him to think.

It made him weird at that moment.

Looking at the handsome sleeping face beside him, Garlan stretched out his hand unknowingly, and touched that face.

The skin touched by the fingertips is quite flexible, and the heat is transmitted from the fingertips.

Probably feeling something touching him, the corners of Heymos' eyes moved slightly.

Garlan subconsciously withdrew his hand back abruptly, staring nervously at Heymos's moving eyes without daring to take a breath.

Fortunately, Heymos did not wake up.

Garlan breathed a sigh of relief, and put his hand on his head.

illusion.

he thinks.

In that situation, his heartbeat at that time probably just belonged to the drawbridge effect.

After all, when he tried to touch Heymos's face just now, he didn't feel anything about that handsome face... At most, he just felt very grateful, plus a little incredible.

Yes, incredible.

After all, it was Heymos who set him on fire when he first came to this world.

Although at that time he was already so sick that he was unconscious, and he passed out soon after choking on the thick smoke, and he didn't feel the pain of being burned by the flames.

But the flames surrounded him, and the fear of approaching him was still deeply imprinted in his memory.

Also, the second before he passed out completely, he met the terrifying golden red eyes full of hostility outside the sea of ​​fire.

But now, just when he had resigned himself to the result of dying in the fire again, it was the person who burned him to death with his own hands who broke into the flames and rescued him.

Knowing that it was so dangerous, I still wanted to save him.

It looks like... Heymos is serious when he says he likes him?

…………

... How does it feel, fate seems to have turned in a strange direction?

"Your Highness, you are finally awake."

A voice interrupted Garlan's wandering thoughts.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw his guardian knight Kaihus walking quickly, holding a bowl of dark soup in his hand, which was still steaming, obviously just boiled.

Seeing Garlan looking at him, a smile appeared on Kayhos's face.

Even though he stayed by Garlan's side for two full days and two nights without sleep, his face with dark circles under his eyes was still so handsome when he smiled that it made the maids and medical girls who were guarding the room blush and heartbeat.

It's a pity that the handsome blond knight is only looking at the little prince who has finally woken up after guarding him for a long time.

Garlan looked at the dark circles under Keyhors' eyes and blinked.

"Have I been asleep for a long time?"

Kaihos hummed, stretched out his hand to help Garlan sit up, and then picked up the soup that had just been placed on the table, apparently intending to feed Garlan the medicine with a spoon.

...that's an exaggeration.

Garlan hesitated for a moment, quickly shook his head, and then stretched out his hands to take the soup bowl from Keyhors.

Head up and drink.

It's so hard!

Garlan, who gulped it down in one gulp, was stunned by the bitterness that remained in his mouth.

It's like this when you pour it down, if you are fed spoon by spoon, you will die of suffering?

So he has never been able to understand, even if he is sick, why does he have to be fed such a bitter medicine spoon by spoonful?I am not without hands...

……and many more.

hand?

Garlan suddenly remembered.

In the sea of ​​flames, the scene where Heymos' hands were submerged in the flames.

Also, the smell of scorched flesh permeating the tip of the nose...

Heymos' hand!

He turned his head suddenly, Heymos was still in a deep sleep, and he saw Heymos' two hands by his side at a glance.

His heart beat violently.

The snow-white bandage was wrapped around Heymos's hand, from the arm down to the fingertips, it was all snow-white, in extreme contrast with the brown skin exposed on the upper arm.

At this moment, Garlan's mind flashed through Heymos's arm that was always tightly wrapped in a snow-white bandage in previous lifetimes.

That tragic scene seemed to appear before his eyes again.

Everything seems to be back to the past——

He panicked for a moment, and stretched out his hand to touch the bandaged hand, but he stretched out his hand but didn't dare to touch it, hanging in mid-air for a while, in a dilemma.

Garlan was so flustered that he was at a loss for a while.

Probably because his expression was too flustered, Kayhos who was beside him stretched out his hand and held his hand that was frozen in mid-air, and held his shoulder with the other hand.

Kaihos whispered to him: "It's all right, Your Highness, Prince Heymos is all right, don't worry."

Garlan turned his head and glanced at Kayhos.

Kay Horst was stunned for a moment.

The young man's face was full of panic, and there was an inexplicable look of helplessness in his golden eyes that he had never seen before.

Just when he was a little dazed by Garlan's glance, Garlan, who was in panic, had already reached out and grabbed him, looking up at him eagerly.

"Kayhos, Heymos's hand... his hand... is it... ruined? Also, his arm... no, not just the arm, is it somewhere else... is... he Are there many burns on his body? Also, and... that, there..."

His fingers clasped Kayhos's arm tightly, resisting the panic that surged from the bottom of his heart.

Going round and round, fate seems to have returned to the original point.

Everything he did seemed to be in vain.

Heymos got burned again, again because of him.

So, will it continue to develop like the previous lives in the future?

Heymos hated him again.

Then, he and Heymos faced each other once again.

At last……

……

If all this is preordained, then what is the point of everything he has done for so many years?

Keyhos didn't know if it was his own illusion.

He always felt that the current prince seemed to be afraid of something invisible.

Also, why did the prince decide that Heymos didn't just burn his hand after just one glance, and that Heymos was seriously burned?

"No, Prince, don't worry."

Seeing Garlan's panic-stricken appearance, Kyhos suppressed his confusion for the time being.

He softly comforted Garlan: "Prince Heymos' injury is not as serious as you think, he just burned his hand, the doctor said, it only hurt the skin, not the bones, so it won't have any effect. "

Garlan seemed to have calmed down a bit after hearing what Kaihos said. He hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Will there... be a scar on that arm? Is it serious?"

He remembered that in previous lives, Heymos always wrapped his scarred hand tightly with a bandage, presumably because he was very concerned about leaving scars on his body.

"The doctor said that if the injury is well healed, the arm will not be damaged, but there will definitely be scars on the palm or fingers."

"It will leave scars..."

Hearing what Kayhos said, Garlan became frowning.

"Do you mind?"

Suddenly a voice came from the side.

"Hmm..." Garlan replied sullenly, "I have a scar, isn't it ugly?"

Heymos certainly didn't like having scars on his body, otherwise he wouldn't have always used bandages to cover them up in previous lives.

He had just finished answering when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Obviously Keyhos was right in front of him, but the voice just now came from behind him.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, but only halfway through turning his head, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind him, encircling him in his arms.

Suddenly falling into another person's arms, Garlan instinctively wanted to struggle, but when he saw the snow-white bandages around his arms, his body froze and he dared not move.

Turning his head to look, as expected, he met a pair of golden red eyes that narrowed slightly and stared at him.

"Heymos..."

He called Heymos' name weakly and in a low voice.

Heymos, who didn't know when he woke up, held him in his arms unceremoniously, raised his eyebrows on his handsome face, and squinted at him.

"You think I'm ugly with scars?"

"No, I don't." Garlan quickly explained, "I'm just worried that you will look ugly and feel uncomfortable because of the scar."

Heymos snorted slightly.

"I'm not a woman, what scars would I care about?"

"........."

You obviously cared a lot about it in previous lives.

Garlan was holding his breath, but it was difficult to say these words.

However, being played by Heymos like this, the panic that had been pouring out since he saw the bandages on Heymos' hands slowly disappeared.

He looked sideways into Heymos' eyes, and Heymos was looking down at him too.

She suddenly lowered her head and moved her forehead closer to his.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard Heymos say something.

"It's not burned."

Heymos seemed to be talking to himself, but Heymos kept his eyes on him from beginning to end.

Those golden-red eyes were slightly bent, reflecting his figure, with a little smile oozing out.

The gaze that looked at him was only gentle, with a shimmer in his eyes, which looked extremely bright, and he could not see the slightest darkness and hostility at this moment.

...It is different from previous lives.

Whether it is him or Heymos, they are different from the previous lives.

Being looked at softly by those eyes, Garlan's heart suddenly settled down.

He looked at Heymos and asked in a low voice, "Does your hand hurt?"

The corners of the pale thin lips raised, Heymos seemed to be about to speak, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Kaihos beside the bed.

"Prince Heymos, since you are also awake, it happens that your soup is ready."

Seeing his prince obediently being embraced by Heymos, Kaihos was inexplicably a little upset. Just as the nurse came with the boiled soup, he took the opportunity to interrupt Heymos.

Heymos let go of his hand, glanced to the side, and saw that the medical woman was already kneeling beside the bed with the soup, scooping up a spoonful of soup and bringing it over.

He turned his head to avoid the silver spoon that was about to reach his mouth.

"No need, take it down."

He said.

"Heymos?"

Heymos glanced at Garlan.

"It's too bitter, I don't want to drink it."

He said in a willful tone.

Gallan: "..."

Again.

"He, Prince Heymos... the doctor ordered you, you must... drink, drink the medicine..."

The medical woman kneeling beside said tremblingly.

"You poured the medicine down, and then you said that I had already drank it."

"This, how can this be..."

The poor medical girl was about to cry holding the decoction.

Kehos next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

"Prince Heymos, although I know that you are in good health, since you were injured, you should drink the medicine and heal faster."

Heymos said nothing, his eyes turned and fell on the young man beside him.

Garlan was taken aback by his look.

Heymos still didn't speak, just looked at him.

Although he didn't speak, the meaning was revealed in his eyes.

Kaihos, who was the first to understand the meaning in Heymos's eyes, twitched his mouth, walked over, and took the soup from the crying medical woman.

"Prince Heymos, since you don't like being fed by women, why not let me do it."

Smiling, he scooped up a spoonful of decoction and stretched it out.

"Come on, open your mouth, ah~~"

Heymos didn't even bother to give the one-eyed knight who seemed to be coaxing a child a look. Those golden-red eyes looked at Garlan quietly and quietly.

At first, Garlan held on, pretending not to understand.

But Heymos stared at him stubbornly, even if he turned his face away, he could still feel the hot gaze.

alright, you win.

The boy sighed in his heart and admitted defeat.

He held out his hand to Keyhors.

"Give it to me, Keyhors."

"But, Your Highness..."

"Give it to me, the medicine is going to be cold."

The blond knight reluctantly handed the medicine bowl to his prince and stood aside.

Garlan stirred the silver spoon into the pitch-black soup a few times. It was the first time he had fed someone at such a young age—it was still that Heymos, which made him feel very uncomfortable, but he glanced at His heart softened for those hands wrapped in snow-white bandages.

Those hands were hurt because of him.

Lifting his hand, he raised the silver spoon and brought it to Heymos' mouth.

Heymos glanced at him, curled his lips, and lowered his head to drink up the soup in the silver spoon.

That glance made Garlan's face inexplicably hot. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the appearance of himself and Heymos seemed a little too intimate.

Heymos is the patient.

He was just taking care of the sick.

To save his wounded patients.

He convinced himself so, and continued to feed the soup spoonful by spoonful.

After getting used to it slowly, the uneasiness in his heart slowly disappeared.

He looked at Heymos's appearance of drinking the medicine quietly and obediently, and suddenly felt a little puzzled in his heart.

Heymos clearly dislikes bitterness, and this soup is so bitter that he smacked his lips just now after swallowing it in one gulp... Wouldn't it be more bitter to drink it spoonful after spoonful like now?

Why does Heymos look like he's drinking sugar water?

While Garlan was wondering, the bowl of soup and medicine bottomed out before he knew it.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to see the regretful look in Heymos' eyes.

Shaking his head to expel this strange illusion from his mind, he sideways handed the empty bowl to Keyhors beside the bed.

Kyhoes walked to the door with two empty soup bowls and handed them to the maid.

And Garlan sat on the bed, looking at Keyhos.

Inside the bed, Heymos was also sitting.

Garlan was turning sideways, with his back turned to him.

He looked at the boy's back without blinking, and involuntarily licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

If Garlan turned his head now, he would definitely be startled by the look in his eyes.

Fiery, scalding, as if wanting to devour everything.

A bitter taste flooded into the taste buds.

It is the bitter taste Heymos hates the most.

But at this moment, he felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

not enough.

A voice deep in his body told him so.

Far from enough.

The boy sat sideways on the bed, his long golden hair rolled up and slipped down one side of his shoulder.

The loose top reveals a slender nape.

On the fair skin of the back of the neck, there are a little pink traces like cherry blossom petals dotted on it.

It was a long time ago when Garlan, who was still a child, tried to protect him from the scald marks.

He still remembered the moment when the charcoal fire fell from the sky under the dark night sky.

His eyes were attracted by the pink cherry color on the nape of Garlan's neck. Heymos felt an inexplicable throbbing desire to touch that mark for no reason.

...but the hand was wrapped in a bandage.

He thought, but his eyes were still fixed on that place.

Then, he leaned over, leaned over, and lowered his head slightly.

The tip of the red tongue gently licked the trace of pink cherry.

He clearly felt that the boy's body trembled violently at this moment, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

"Woo...um!!"

Kyhos, who was handing the medicine bowl to the maid, suddenly heard a voice behind him.

The voice seemed to be screaming out of shock, but it was suppressed forcibly in the middle, and the whining was swallowed abruptly.

That was the voice of Prince Garlan.

He subconsciously turned around and looked at Garlan.

He saw Garlan covering his mouth with his hands, his face flushed.

"prince?"

"No, it's okay, I accidentally pulled the wound, it hurts a bit."

"Please be careful, it will be troublesome if the arrow wound splits."

"Hmm...sorry, I'll keep an eye on it."

While Garlan was trying his best to pretend to be nonchalant and talking to Kaihos, the culprit who caused him to make that weird voice hid behind him, licking the corners of his slightly curved lips, with a satisfied expression on his face.

It seems that it is very sensitive.

Someone thought so.