A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The bright sun hung high in the sky, and the sky was clear and cloudless.

The majestic royal palace towers above the earth, and the high steps make it seem like it stands in the clouds.

It stands there, majestic and majestic.

On this day, the gates of the palace were opened.

Countless people of Aaron Landis poured into it.

The outside of the majestic square with almost no end in sight before the palace hall was densely packed with people.

Everyone was quiet, no one was making noise, not even daring to breathe loudly.

They closed their mouths tightly, stretched their necks, looked forward hard, and hugged the flowers they brought in their arms.

Numerous guards in silver and black armor stood solemnly on both sides of the square, holding silver guns. The iron armor on their bodies reflected the unique cold and stern luster of metal in the sunlight.

In the middle of the square, the avenue leading to the sky leads to the high platform standing at the end of the square.

Eleven huge god statues stand behind the high platform and surround them in a fan shape.

It was a stone statue of the gods of Aaron Landis.

They stood here, lowered their heads slightly, and stared at the majestic high platform.

The huge golden throne sits on the top of the high platform, and the dazzling golden light is dazzling to the extreme.

The Lion King, with brown hair like a lion's mane, was sitting boldly on the golden throne. The crimson cloak slanted down from his burly shoulders and fell on the golden seat.

He rested one hand on the armrest of the throne, looking down at the living beings below with his fiery tiger eyes.

Obviously the throne was extremely spacious, but when King Kamos sat there, it seemed that the spacious seat was filled to the brim, and there was no room for anything.

Camos.

King of Aaron Landis.

King of lions.

He just sat there, and that mighty aura was enough to overwhelm everything.

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Under the huge trapezoidal high platform made of topaz stones, Garlan stood in front of the long stone steps.

He looked up and looked over the high platform.

A long time ago, when he was still very young, under the leadership of King Kamos, he stepped onto this high platform and became the prince of Aaron Landis.

And now, this time, he wants to walk up to this high platform by himself.

The sun set and danced in the boy's golden hair, refracting bright golden light.

The gold-like hair was braided back a few strands, but there was nothing on the hair, not a headgear.

Soft blond hair was scattered on the snow-white clothes, hanging down from the chest, and a few strands of the hair were intertwined with the gold silk embroidered belt wrapped around the waist.

The square was silent, only the sound of the wind blew in the sky, and the lion flag with red background and gold pattern was flying in the wind.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Garlan stepped forward and walked towards the top of the high platform along the long topaz steps.

A malachite carved and openwork ornament buckles the cloak on one side of his shoulders.

When he walked forward, the light blue cloak spread behind him, and occasionally when the wind blew by, it flew up for a moment.

When the cloak was swept up, the gold armband dotted with green peridot was exposed on his upper arm, reflecting the golden shimmer.

The boy walked forward step by step.

The sun was shining brightly on his face, making it difficult for people to see clearly ahead.

Garlan suddenly remembered the hesitation and helplessness he felt when he first came to this world a long time ago.

At that time, in the whole world, he was the only one who didn't belong here, and he was the only one who was alone.

He is alone.

The first time, the second, the third, the fourth, and always.

In those lives, he never regarded this world as his world.

He always felt that he was just a lonely passer-by in this world.

After he completed the task assigned to him by the so-called gods, he could return to his own world and continue to live his original life.

At that time, this world will be just a dream to him.

He always felt that anyone in this world had nothing to do with him.

He doesn't belong here.

He will be gone soon.

So even if the gods said that Aaron Landis would eventually go to destruction, he just listened to it and never cared.

He never really saw himself as a part of this world.

As the prince of Aaron Landis, he never regarded himself as an Aaron Landis.

He never really cared about the people and things around him.

Maybe this is the real reason why he lost miserably in those lifetimes...

It wasn't until this life, when he grew up in this world little by little, that he truly regarded the people around him as living beings.

Here, everyone is alive, has their own feelings, and has their own emotions.

At the beginning, he chose to escape from the palace because he was afraid of Heymos, and because he felt rebellious in his heart, and he didn't want to continue to be a pawn of the gods, but also because he felt that he was not qualified to sit on the throne.

He wanted the throne, selfishly for himself.

He always just thought that after successfully ascending to the throne, he would be able to leave this world, but he never thought about what would happen to Aaron Landis after that.

At that time, he was very confused. He didn't know what to do and what to do when he really became a king... So he could only escape in confusion...

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Stepping up the last stone step, Garlan stood at the top of the platform, in front of King Kamos.

He raised his head, and his bright golden eyes looked directly at King Kamos who was watching him.

He is no longer confused.

He remembered those who guarded him.

He knows the people he wants to protect.

Also, Aaron Landis, the country he wants to protect.

The boy leaned over and landed on one knee.

The light blue cloak flew into the air for a moment as he knelt down, and then fell softly, surrounding him.

King Kamos stood up from the throne and walked in front of Garlan.

An attendant knelt aside, holding a disc covered with red brocade in both hands and raising it above his head.

The bright red ointment is contained in a blue jade box.

King Kamos pressed his finger down, and his entire fingertips were stained red.Then, he pressed his bright red index finger on Garlan's forehead, and drew a bright red mark between the fair brows.

"Garlan."

At this moment, King Kamos' face and voice were more solemn than ever before.

"No matter when, don't forget that you are the crown prince of Aaron Landis and the future king of Aaron Landis."

The crown of laurel leaves carved from lapis lazuli twisted with gold silk, placed in red brocade, has been held in the hands of King Kamos.

under the bright sun

under the spotlight

Under the watchful eye of the statues of the gods surrounding the dais

The laurel crown symbolizing royal power was gently placed on Garlan's golden hair by the Lion King.

In the next second, Crown Prince Aaron Landis, wearing a laurel crown, stood up.

He turned around and stood on the high platform, looking down at the crowd.

The bright sun fell on him, and the golden laurel crown and his golden hair complemented each other.

At this moment, countless crackling sounds resounded in the vast square.

The countless knights in bright armor standing on the square pulled out the long swords at their waists almost at the same time.

Countless unsheathed sharp swords pointed to the sky, shining brightly and scorching people's eyes.

It was a silent oath.

The black guards standing on both sides of the square slammed and raised the silver guns in their hands high.

The sharp gun pointed at the sky, like a silver-white forest full of chilling atmosphere.

Then, with a loud bang, all the silver guns slammed heavily on the ground at the same time.

The whole earth seemed to shake at this moment.

In the midst of this shock, the guards all bent over in unison and landed on the ground with one knee,

Crash, clatter, that was the sound made by the shaking of the armor on the knights.

Everyone leaned over, one after another, one after another, like dominoes, spreading in all directions.

All the people on the square put their hands on their chests, knelt on one knee, bowed their heads deeply, facing the direction of the high platform, and facing their new master.

In an instant, there was no one standing in the awe-inspiring square.

The crown prince of Aaron Landis has been born.

All must be loyal to him, as loyal to King Kamos.

There was silence in the Plaza of the Gods, but the people surrounding the square became commotion.

They looked excitedly at the king standing on the high platform, and the dauphin. When the young dauphin raised his hand to the crowd, they cheered loudly.

"King Kamos, the king of lions!"

"Prince Garlan—"

"Glory to the gods!"

"King Kamos, my hero of Aaron Landis, may the gods bless you forever!"

"Garlan, I am the crown prince of Aaron Landis!"

"His Royal Highness—"

"May you lead me, Aaron Landis, to glory—"

The bursts of cheers came from all directions and gathered over the originally quiet square. They echoed in the sky, one after another, echoing over the square for a long time.

Everyone threw the flowers in their arms into the sky. They were blocked outside the square, no matter how hard they tried, the flowers could only be thrown to the side of the square.

However, at this moment, suddenly, a gust of wind howled,

This rapid gust of wind tore apart the flowers thrown by the people into the sky, rolled the countless petals into the sky, and then scattered them in the square.

Amidst the echoing cheers and the rain of flower petals, Garlan stood on the high platform.

The wind blew over, carrying a snow-white petal, passing by his cheek silently.

Inexplicably, his heart suddenly moved.

Unable to explain why, he turned his head and looked into the distance.

The cool wind howling from the north swept over his face, lifting a strand of golden hair.

He looks north.

The sound of the wind was whistling in his ears, as if something invisible that made his heart palpitate was brought from there...

That ominous breath...

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It was an endless plateau of snow, covered with ice and snow, and icy winds raged in the sky.

The wind and snow howled, and large flakes of snow were torn by the strong wind, spinning crazily high in the sky.

At a glance, there are only endless stretches of ice and snow mountains.

Biting white is the only color of this land.

A huge castle stands on this snow field, standing in the violent snowstorm, and the whole is made of large gray-white boulders.

This is a rough and majestic castle.

It stands majestically in the snow, the thick columns and sharp vaults give people a sense of thick and firm, and the thick stone walls are frozen in the ice and snow.It is firmly rooted in the earth, and the howling blizzard cannot shake it.

The thick gates of the castle were closed.

The icy wind carried a snowflake sneaked into the gap of the closed door and blew into it.

In the empty hall, thick stone pillars propped up the sky.The interior of the castle is still as rough as the exterior, built of huge stone blocks, with almost no decorations to be seen.

The only decoration is the thick blanket spread on the cold stone floor.

The sharp axes and sword blades hung on the stone wall of the castle, carrying a deep evil spirit and exuding a slight chill.

The hall is very bright, because there is a huge stone fireplace with a height of more than three meters in the four corners of the hall.

A raging flame was burning in the fireplace, making the hall glow red.

At the end of the hall is a huge throne made of black iron.

Its body is pitch black, reflecting the icy black luster of metal under the firelight.

The thick snow-white fur was spread on this black iron throne, and someone sat on it.

Behind the dark throne stands a tall stone wall.

The head of a huge white bear was nailed to the stone wall, its eyes were wide open, its mouth was wide open, and its fangs were exposed, which made people tremble with fear at a glance.

The young man sat quietly on the black iron throne, with his eyes slightly closed, and his hands resting on the armrests on both sides.

The fluffy snow-white fur surrounds his neck, making his skin more like snow.

The silver-white hair that seemed to be shining was scattered around the corners of his slender eyes, like strands of thin silver velvet.

Even when his eyes were closed, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, exuding a sharp edge.

The light from the burning fire in the fireplace was reflected on his handsome side cheeks.

Suddenly, the cold wind that sneaked in from the crack of the gate brushed his cheeks, and the crystal snowflakes silently brushed the corners of his eyes.

He opened his eyes.

His eyes were a pale purple, like purple crystals frozen in ice and snow.

His eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion, but in the depths of his eyes, it seemed that there was a blizzard raging all the time.

At this moment, for no reason, he looked in a certain direction.

"What's the matter, Prince?"

Below, an old man wrapped in a fur coat and holding a thick book in his hand asked.

Sitting on the Black Iron Throne, the young man with an indifferent expression did not answer, but just looked ahead with cold and deep eyes.

...At that moment, the sudden heart palpitations...

That wind seemed to bring some unspeakable fate somewhere...