A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Garlan's originally fair face was flushed very red at this moment, most of it was from anger, and a small part was from...

There is still a faint warm touch on the lips, and the slightly numb feeling on the tip of the tongue, which seems to be branded in that place, lingering.

He could only squeeze his lips harder, and bit the tip of his tongue again, trying to use this pressure and slight tingling to get rid of the residual touch.

Garlan stared at Heymos who was sitting dripping in the pool water, his face was flushed, and those eyes seemed to be able to spew fire.

It's a pity that Heymos just fell on the edge of the pool, very shallow, and he sat in the water with his hands pushed back behind him for support, and the swaying water didn't even touch the knees of his bent legs.

He lowered his head slightly, with wet black hair sticking to his cheeks, as if he was looking at the scabbard against his chest.

Then, his gaze followed the scabbard upwards, followed Garlan's hand holding the hilt, and finally fell on Garlan's flushed face.

"Heymos, what are you bringing me here for?"

Garlan tensed his face, and asked with a shout.

He was standing at the edge of the pool at the moment, taller than Heymos by a large margin, and it was rare to be able to look down on Heymos from such a condescending position.

He felt that when he spoke, both his tone and his actions were fierce.

However, the fierceness that Garlan thought he had, fell into the eyes of Heymos, but it was completely different.

What he saw was that the boy's lips were very red.

Originally it was just a light pink, like a flower bud that has not yet opened, but at this moment, I don’t know whether it was infected by the flush on the face or because it was too tight, the lips are bright red, just like the delicate petals that have just bloomed It seems that people will whet their appetite at a glance.

So, instinctively, Heymos' eyes fixed on those red lips.

Heymos's naked, longing eyes were like coals, and Garlan felt that the place where he was stared at was scorching hot.

His cheeks, which had finally calmed down a little, suddenly became hot again, and the anger in his heart also surged up. He tried to calm down, and stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand.

This time, the top of the hard scabbard hit Heymos' chest heavily.

The boy gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you thinking?"

As he spoke, he stabbed Heymos in the chest with his scabbard bitterly.

If it wasn't for Heymos sitting in the water right now, Garlan would really like to kick this guy with his feet.

Heymos glanced at him, and then at the scabbard against his chest.

"You're not going to take it away?"

He didn't answer Garlan's question, but asked rhetorically.

Garlan heheed twice.

"I don't plan to, I'm still thinking about pulling out the scabbard altogether."

As he spoke, he unceremoniously punched the top of the scabbard against Heymos's chest twice.

"After all, you didn't show any affection at the beginning."

He said that the words were a little unclear, making it difficult for people to understand.

You know, when he was here in the previous life, Heymos directly pierced his heart with a sword.

The strength and ruthlessness of that sword actually nailed his whole body to the stone wall with this sword.

Looking back now, he still feels a dull pain in his heart.

And now he only pokes Heymos's chest with the scabbard a few times, which is already quite cheap for this guy.

Just when Garlan was thinking about the past life and angrily poked Heymos's chest with the scabbard, Heymos suddenly laughed.

"At that time, I did accidentally scare you down."

He looked up at Garlan and laughed.

"Now you've pushed me into the water, so you've finished your revenge, so don't hold any more revenge, okay?"

Garlan was stunned for a moment, tried to turn his head a few times, and suddenly realized.

He finally remembered.

For him, this place was the place where Heymos killed him in the previous life, but for Heymos, this was the place where they first met when they were young.

When he was reborn in this life, when he opened his eyes, he saw the young Heymos who was close at hand, and then he was shocked and fell to the ground while still in fear.

……

…………

No wonder Heymos asked him if he remembered where this place was.

He thought Heymos had seen what happened in the previous lives and came to settle accounts with him, so he was so nervous.

It turned out that he himself made a big oolong.

For some reason, Garlan felt that he was suddenly relieved.

The mood that had been heavy since just now suddenly relaxed, and even the ray of uncomfortable emotions buried deep in my heart disappeared without a trace.

Um? ... uncomfortable?

Garlan was suddenly in a daze.

Why would he feel uncomfortable just thinking about the fact that Heymos might alienate him because of the memories of previous lives?

For so many years, he had obviously been trying hard to stay away from Heymos, but now that there was really a possibility that Heymos would take the initiative to stay away from him, he felt... a bit uncomfortable?

why?

"Garlan."

Just when Garlan was stunned by the thought that popped up from the bottom of his heart, Heymos suddenly called him.

He subconsciously looked at Heymos, and saw Heymos' gaze dropped and landed on his hand.

"Garlan."

Heymos looked at his right hand with cold eyes.

"Will you keep that thing forever?"

"Ah? This is..."

It was only then that Garlan realized that the sapphire box Opada had given him was still in his hand.

……and many more.

What Heymos was staring at just now... was actually this sapphire in his hand?

So, the reason Heymos had a bad face just now... was because he was jealous?

Garlan, who finally came to his senses, was stunned, and a little dumbfounded.

At this moment, Heymos, who was still sitting in the water, suddenly raised his hand while he was not paying attention, and grabbed the scabbard that was still on his chest.

Then, pull hard.

Caught off guard, the boy was dragged and fell in the direction of Heymos.

There was only a splash, and the water splashed everywhere. Garlan, who had no time to let go of the sword hilt, fell straight forward into the lotus pond.

The splash of water blinded his eyes, and splashed into his mouth.

After he spit out a mouthful of water, opened his mouth for a few breaths, and finally opened his eyes again, he saw those golden-red eyes close at hand, and the sharp corners of his eyes were slightly raised, revealing a little smile.

Only then did he realize that when he fell forward, he happened to be lying on Heymos.

The sun was shining in the afternoon, and the bright sunlight made the water sparkle in this pool.

Circle after circle of water patterns spread from the two people in the water, making the green lotus leaves floating on the water undulate.

Heymos sat on his back in the pool water, with his legs bent in the water and his upper body leaning back slightly.

He supported his body behind his back with one hand, and wrapped the other around the waist of the boy in his arms.

And Garlan, who was dragged into the pool by him, happened to be lying on top of him, kneeling in the water, with one hand on Heymos' side, and the other hand was falling. When he was unconscious, he grabbed Heymos's lapel by the chest.

His cheek was still pressed against Heymos' wet chest before he looked up.

Heymos was wearing dark clothes, which only stuck to his body when wet, revealing the tight muscle lines of the young man's body.

But Gal used to wear light-colored clothes, and today he was also wearing a white short robe, which happened to be made of soft gauze fabric. As soon as it was soaked in water, the gauze fabric became translucent.

The wet translucent gauze clings to the boy's body, almost exposing that deer-like graceful and slender body to the sun.

The boy's body reflected the sunlight, soft and beautiful, his skin was white, like silky milk, but it was entangled with the light brown limbs.

Drenched blond hair hung down from the translucent wet clothes, a few strands stuck to Garlan's body, a few strands passed over the boy's gleaming white limbs, and wrapped around the brown arm with slightly swollen muscles.

The small cedar box rolled down to one side of the pool bottom, and the unsheathed long sword lay quietly in the pool water not far away.

Looking at the translucent young man lying on his body, and feeling the softness of his waist with his fingers, Heymos swallowed unconsciously in his throat.

A fire burst into flames, spreading from the deepest part of his body to his limbs and even his internal organs.

He felt that his throat was parched with thirst at this moment, and even immersion in the cold pool water could not relieve his fever at all.

His body was hot, and he felt like a traveler who had trekked in the desert for a long time, almost dying of thirst on the golden sand.

And the only thing that can quench his thirst and save his life is...

……

Not yet.

Not yet.

Admonishing himself like this, Heymos suppressed the hunger and thirst gushing from the bottom of his heart, and suppressed his desire for the boy in his arms.

"Heymos! You are sick!"

But the young man who almost made him lose control was unaware of his own attractiveness, and stared at him with gritted teeth.

"Do you believe it or not that I'm really pulling out that sword right now and stabbing you in the heart?"

Heymos dragged him into the pool without paying attention, and made him drenched all over. He was so embarrassed that Garlan gritted his teeth in hatred.

Furious, he threatened Heymos with harsh words, and the hand that was holding Heymos's chest was also tightened more and more.

Being glared at by Garlan, Heymos suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"can."

"……what?"

"I said yes."

"... You must have fallen stupid, right?"

The corners of Heymos's mouth rose slightly, and he lifted his right hand that was originally around Garlan's waist, and pressed it against his chest.

His hand happened to rest on Garlan's hand that was holding onto his skirt.

His big brown hands covered his white fingertips, pressing them tightly against his chest.

He said, "I'll give it to you."

Heymos pressed his hand on the wet chest.

Under the firm chest touched by the fingertips, the heart inside was beating rhythmically.

Deep in Heymos's golden-red pupils that reflected the boy's figure, there seemed to be deep interlacing of light and shadow.

He said, "Remember, Garlan, it will always be yours."

……

puff.

All of a sudden.

It was the sound of the heart beating.

Garlan froze at this moment.

His hand was pressed against Heymos' chest, and his fingertips could clearly feel the rhythm of the heart coming from the depths of Heymos' chest.

...But it wasn't Heymos' heartbeat he heard.

The sudden sound just now caught people off guard, as if it exploded right next to his ear, it was his heavy heartbeat.