A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Although the high fever subsided, Garlan's body was still very weak, so for the next few days, he could only lie obediently on the bed and rest.

And Heymos originally stayed in the same room and slept on the same bed with him because he was nervous and had a high fever.It stands to reason that now that Garlan's dangerous period is over, he should go back to his temporary residence, but Heymos never mentioned this, and he still stayed in the same room with Garlan.

Garlan couldn't help but want to say this, but every time he caught sight of Heymos's bandaged hands, he swallowed those words forcefully.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Heymos is like a child who has a temper, and he has to be fed when he drinks the medicine, otherwise he will not drink it.

Garlan really has nothing to do with him.

At noon this day, Garlan was eating.

Although he was still a little weak, he was really not used to eating in bed, and it didn't take much effort to get up anyway, so he ate lunch sitting at the table.

At this moment, he was stuffing a baby's fist-sized bun sprinkled with minced meat powder into his mouth.

After one bite, the minced meat powder scattered on the corner of his mouth, and he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Then the tip of the red tongue licked back and forth on the pink lips.

Garlan was eating happily, he didn't notice at all that someone sitting next to him was staring at him intently.

Heymos only suffered burns on his hands. Because of his strong body, the initial low-grade fever had subsided long ago, so it was only inconvenient for his hands, and he no longer needed to rest in bed all the time.

In the past two days, he also often went out to deal with the follow-up matters of Tozes City with generals such as Kaijos and Seth.

But every time I take medicine or rest at night, I will come back.

Before Garlan had lunch, he just asked Garlan to feed him the medicine, and when he was in a good mood, he sat by the side and watched Garlan eat, and watched the red tip of his tongue stick out from time to time to lick. When he touched the corner of his lips, his heart itched so badly that he wished he could grab that fidgety little tongue and suck it hard.

Although countless images of him viciously torturing the tip of his tongue bitten by him flashed through his mind, Heymos's face was still calm, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion. It was deserted, as if it was purely casual and peacefully watching the young man beside him eat.

He had just swallowed a small minced meat powder bun and thought it tasted good, so he picked up another Garlan that he took a bite of and casually glanced to the side, only to see Heymos looking at him.

His gaze seemed to be fixed on his own mouth.

He looked at Heymos, and then at the bun he just took a bite out of.

He asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Heymos didn't answer, but he suddenly got up from sitting.

Then, lean over.

Before Garlan could react, Heymos had already bent down.

Garlan watched the handsome profile fall from his eyes, and the cool, fine black hair fell on his hands.

The jet-black hair fell on the fair skin, forming a sharp contrast.

The slender eyelashes hang down, casting light shadows on the brown face.

The thin lips of the half-closed young man directly bit the bun he was still holding in his hand.

The lip fit right into the small gap he had bitten out.

Then, swallow it.

Seeing that cold lips were about to touch his finger holding the bun, Garlan subconsciously let go of his hand, just in time with Heymos's swallowing movement.

He watched helplessly as Heymos swallowed the little bread that he took a bite of.

Garlan opened his mouth, he wanted to say, I've eaten this, but just as he opened his mouth, he felt that Heymos had already eaten it, and it seemed useless for him to say such words again.

But if he didn't say it, he felt inexplicably suffocated and panicked.

When he was thinking about whether to say it or not, Heymos, who chewed and swallowed half a bun, looked up at him.

The golden-red eyes are like the sunset glow in the sky, and the corners of the slightly raised eyes are sharp, revealing a bit of dangerous allure.

Heymos looked at him and said, "More."

What else?

Are you a three year old?

Just as Garlan, who subconsciously wanted to complain to Heymos, opened his mouth, he suddenly saw Heymos raise a hand and put it on the table beside him.

There was no bandage on the forearm, showing signs of burns that were healing, but the hands were still wrapped in bandages, and the brown wrists with burns were white below.

It was too white to be blinding.

Seeing Heymos' hand, the boy felt guilty.

So, he obediently picked up another small bread.

Heymos glanced at him, the corners of his eyes slightly bent, and then he leaned over and just took Garlan's hand, biting the bread bit by bit.

He ate very slowly, even when he was being fed, his posture was somewhat calm and graceful.

He lowered his eyes, and the slender eyelashes concealed the glimmer of joy in his eyes.

After Heymos finished eating the bun in a leisurely manner, he looked up at Garlan again.

"Others too."

He looked at Garlan and said.

After feeding the medicine, the young man who is now in charge of feeding has already broken the jar.

Anyway, it's all hello, what's the big deal.

Since a big man like Heymos, who is also known as the Black Knight of Hell, wants to be fed shamelessly, what does he care about.

Garlan angrily grabbed a few small olives from the fruit plate.

The olives are green in color, and each one is about the size of a human thumb.

Garlan grabbed it just like that, stretched out his hand directly in front of Heymos, took the handful of olive fruit, and held it in front of Heymos without moving.

His eyes were raised slightly, and he looked at Heymos like a provocation.

Heymos glanced at Garlan and looked at the boy's raised eyebrows. His expression remained the same, still calm.

It's just that he suddenly leaned over and lowered his head.

The fine hair on his forehead fell down on Garlan's wrist. He lowered his head to bite, and then took a bite of an olive fruit, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and lowered his head to bite another one.

Garlan was taken aback at first, but he didn't expect Heymos to just lower his head and bite from his hand without paying attention.

By the time he realized it, half of the olive fruit in his hand had been eaten.

At this time, Heymos just lowered his head again, and the broken hair brushed against his wrist, itching.

He looked at the way the big man lowered his head and bit the fruit with his own hand, and the way his dark head moved in front of him.The dangerous aura around Heymos disappeared at this moment, and his appearance and demeanor seemed extremely cute.

Garlan suddenly felt that Heymos was now like a big dog obediently lying on the ground with his head lowered, licking and eating in the hands of his master.

When he thought about it, he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing the moving head in front of him, it became more and more similar, so he simply stretched out his other hand and touched the black hair in front of him.

Well, although the hair is black, it feels as smooth as velvet.

Feels good.

Garlan thought about it, and touched it again.

With his touch like this, Heymos naturally looked up at him, and his eyes fell on his face.

Garlan withdrew his hand and looked at him with a smile.

"why are you laughing?"

Heymos asked.

"……nothing."

How dare Garlan say that he thought he was feeding a big dog just now.

Heymos would be mad if he knew he thought of him as a big dog.

"Ok?"

The golden-red eyes narrowed slightly, staring at him with a sharp and dangerous aura.

Garlan couldn't bear it anymore, thought for a while, and whispered, "It's nothing... I just think it's a bit like Nirga."

He added: "Because Nega really likes me feeding him like this."

Garlan thought to himself, comparing Heymos to a lion, Heymos shouldn't be too angry, right?

He planned well, but he didn't know that the other party could see through his own thoughts.

Even if Garlan didn't say anything, Heymos could probably guess what Garlan thought of him.

He stared at Garlan for a long while, then suddenly smiled.

He didn't continue to ask questions, and his expression didn't look angry, he just glanced down at Garlan's hand.

Garlan grabbed a handful of olives and fed him just now, and the feeding was almost done, only one left in his palm.

That hand was holding the fruit, still maintaining the posture stretched out in front of him.

With just one glance, he saw this emerald green olive fruit rolling in the young man's white palm.

Heymos lowered his head again.

Garlan thought Heymos just wanted to bite the last olive fruit in his palm, so he didn't hide.

He watched Heymos lower his head, and he could vaguely feel the warm breath of the other party's breath in his palm, but he was itching to think whether he should touch Heymos' head again.

Because it feels like the fur of Nega, soft, fluffy, and smooth like silk, which is very comfortable to touch.

Suddenly, the palm of my hand suddenly became hot.

Something moist and warm licked past his palm.

The itchy touch came from the sensitive skin in the palm, and there was a tingling feeling inexplicably oozing out.

Garlan was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.

The last olive fruit in the palm fell to the ground at once.

He clenched his hands, his cheeks flushed instantly, and he glared at someone angrily.

"You are a dog, why do you always lick it?"

he said angrily.

That day too, suddenly licking the back of his neck startled him and made him make such a strange sound, he hasn't settled with him yet!

Heymos raised his eyebrows: "Isn't that what you thought just now?"

Garlan choked.

The young man who had indeed thought that way suddenly felt guilty.

He murmured softly: "That can't be... Don't you think it's dirty?"

Heymos replied: "I don't dislike it."

Gallan: "..."

Just when Garlan was too suppressed to speak, Heymos leaned over again.

He said, "Actually, I don't mind if you think that much."

The golden-red eyes stared deeply at Garlan, and Heymos's voice was calm and low, as if he was talking about something extremely serious.

But what he said was completely different from his expression and voice at the moment.

"But since I'm treated as that kind of pet, then I should do something similar to please my master... right?"

Garlan stared dumbfounded at Heymos' handsome face getting closer.

"Wait... wait, you..."

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to push the opponent away, but Heymos's bandaged hand was beside him, so he didn't dare to use force.

That person pressed down from top to bottom, with great pressure, the falling shadow almost enveloped his whole body.

Seeing that face was about to come closer, I didn't know what to do.

"Your Highness Garlan, are you done with your meal?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside, and the voice of the blond knight came in.

Heymos clicked his tongue, stepped back, and sat back.

And Garlan, who had escaped the catastrophe, regained his composure, and while yelling for Kaihos to come in, to cover up his embarrassment, he reached out and grabbed a small piece of bread, and stuffed it into Heymos' mouth.

He didn't think much about it, he just wanted to gag Heymos' mouth, and when the provincial Keyhos came in, he said some strange things.

As soon as Kaihos was allowed to enter the door, he frowned subconsciously when he saw the scene where his little prince was feeding Prince Heymos.

Then, he said to Garlan calmly: "Prince, I have interrupted your meal."

He turned his gaze to Heymos: "However, there is something that requires Prince Heymos to go there."

Heymos swallowed the small bread in his mouth, got up and went out without saying much.

Seeing him leave, Garlan breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to eat his half-eaten lunch, and his relieved expression was seen by Kaihos who turned back before leaving.

After walking for a while, standing still in the corridor, the blond knight spoke.

"Prince Heymos, everything should be done in moderation." He said, "Although you have indeed saved His Highness, it is too much to always use this kind of kindness to order His Highness."

Thinking of how Prince Heymos deliberately took advantage of Garlan's soft-heartedness these days, and deliberately asked Garlan to take care of him, accommodate him, and obey him, Kaihos felt a little unhappy.

"Prince Heymos, you are too narrow-minded to ask for a favor like this."

Heymos, who was standing by the wall, sneered.

"Kaihos, do you still remember the words you said to me when Garlan was burned by the charcoal fire to protect me?" He said lazily, "Didn't you say those words to remind me that Gallan Lan is here to protect my injury, so let me remember this kindness and protect him well in the future?"

"At that time, is your behavior counted as asking for a favor?"

Keyhos was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, at that time, he deliberately provoked Heymos with aggressive tactics, the purpose was just as Heymos said.

"It doesn't matter."

Heymos said, "Because I approve of your behavior."

He looked at his bandaged hands with a dangerous smile on his lips.

"If you have chips, you should use them well, don't you?"

He said with a smile, a look of course.

Even if he was taking advantage of Garlan's guilt, he didn't care.

Since Garlan was very concerned about his injuries, he used his injuries to get close to him.

He obviously has such a good bargaining chip and advantage, but he gave up because he wanted to pretend to be a good person... How could he do such a stupid thing.

Besides, he never thought of himself as a good thing.

He has very few things he wants and cares about, but in order to get the only one he wants, he will do whatever it takes.

The brief conversation between the two ended here, and Heymos turned back to the room.

Keyhos didn't say anything, and followed him back.

He looked at the back of Heymos, and then at his own back. After seeing a figure approaching from a distance, he raised a playful smile.

Garlan had already finished eating, and when he saw them coming back together, he got up and walked towards them.

"Is it over so quickly?"

he asks.

Kaihos hummed, and he suddenly smiled and said to Garlan: "Your Highness, actually, the reason I'm here now is because Tal wants to bring someone over, so let me tell you in advance."

"Huh? Speaking of which, I haven't seen Tal these days..."

Just in the middle of Garlan's words, there was suddenly the sound of rapid footsteps outside, as if someone was running quickly from the corridor.

Not long after, the half-closed door was suddenly pushed open, and a small figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Then, he jumped straight at Garlan.

"Brother Garlan!"

Accompanied by a clear and clear child's voice, the little princess Elson who ran all the way jumped over happily and hugged Garlan.

She was not tall, and she slammed into Garlan's arms, her arms were just able to wrap around Garlan's waist.

Hmm, elder brother Garlan's waist is so thin.

Holding Garlan's waist joyfully, the little princess thought about it, while secretly touching the boy's slender waist with her small hands.