A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"what--!!!"

Garlan, who had just relaxed his tense nerves, was so frightened that he howled with a groan when he was grabbed so abruptly.

If it wasn't for being grabbed by the wrist by the other party and unable to stand up, I'm afraid he would jump up all over.

Looking intently, and meeting those golden-red eyes, Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, people are frightening, frightening to death.

Garlan, who was thinking this way, was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then he felt something was wrong, and brought it up again in one breath.

The way I was hesitating while holding the dagger just now... This person must have seen everything, right?He wouldn't have guessed what he was going to do, would he? !

"…what are you doing?"

The boy's voice was already rather hoarse during the voice-changing period, and it was even hoarse at this moment. The voice was like frost, making it uncomfortable to listen to.

Garlan, who was already guilty, felt his heart twitching from the grinding of the voice.

"No...didn't do anything...I, I'll pick things up for you..."

Just as Garlan stammered halfway through his words, Heymos interrupted him roughly.

"Let me ask you, what did you beat yourself to do?"

The boy gasped heavily and asked.

He was in a daze just now, when he suddenly heard two sounds in succession, the first was the crisp sound of metal appliances falling, and then there was a snap.

When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw Garlan slapping himself like a convulsion.

He stared at the bright red fingerprints on the child's face, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

"This...then..."

Garlan choked up for a moment, suddenly blissful to his heart.

"I, I'm here to apologize. Well, didn't I accidentally hit you yesterday?" He whispered, "Look, I also slapped myself...don't be angry with me, okay?"

While talking, Garlan reached out to touch Heymos's face flatteringly, where he had beaten him last time.

Heymos pursed his lips and remained silent.

The golden eyes of the child kneeling beside him were bright and watery, just looking at him like this, his shadow was reflected in his eyes, there were red finger prints on his snow-white cheeks, and his soft little hands touched his face.

Even a hard-hearted man couldn't help but feel soft-hearted when he looked at him and coaxed him.

The boy rolled his eyes.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Ah... ah?"

Garlan panicked.

I was really just stunned for a while and had that thought in my heart, I really didn't plan to do anything to you——

Just when Garlan was in a panic, Heymos continued to speak.

He turned his face away without looking at Garlan, and said in a blunt tone.

"If you go out with this face, everyone will think that I did something to you - isn't that your idea?"

Gallan: "..."

In a big gasp.

"No, don't worry, I will explain clearly." He said quickly, "And everyone sees that you are so sick, it is impossible for you to be rough on me, right? Ah—that's right."

He was so nervous that he almost forgot that the guy in front of him was still sick, so he had to call someone over quickly.

"Wait, I'm going to call someone now."

As Garlan spoke, he was about to get up.But he still couldn't stand up in the end, Heymos didn't let go, instead he tightened his fingers suddenly, and squeezed his wrist even tighter, the pain was so painful that Garlan almost cried out.

"No..." The boy with a face flushed red couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He took a few sharp breaths before saying the next two words, "...Need!"

The first rule of living in the slums is to never let others see that you are weak.That's the same as showing your fragile throat to others, and then being bitten off by others taking the opportunity.

The weak will not get the slightest mercy, it will only make people more contemptuous.

This has become Heymos's survival criterion. Even after returning to his family, even in front of his biological parents, he never showed the slightest weakness.

Now, when he thought of being seen by this child in his weak state, he felt a little irritable for no reason.

"Why? You're sick."

"Nah... Suo!" His mind was bewildered, and his vision began to blur. Heymos pursed his lips tightly, with a stubborn expression on his face, and tightly clasped Garlan's wrist.

"No need... just... no need!"

He was in a trance, and didn't know how to control his strength, so he clenched Garlan's fingers and slammed hard.

"I got it! Got it—let it go!"

Garlan, whose mouth was twitching in pain, desperately wanted to break Heymos' fingers, and he felt that his wrist was about to break off.

"I don't want to call someone, just let go!"

Hearing that Garlan said that he could not call someone, Heymos let go of Garlan's hand in a daze.

Garlan looked at it, good guy, the whole circle around his wrist turned purple, as if a bracelet was attached there.If Heymos didn't know the severity and added more strength, his wrist might really break.

He carefully moved his body back a little in case Heymos suddenly grabbed him again, and whispered.

"If you don't call someone, I can't move you to bed alone."

"Never...you don't care." Heymos said intermittently, "You...go back to your room..."

He gasped and said.

Even if he was lying on the ground, he was dizzy, the scenery in front of him seemed to be distorted, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his body, as if it was going to burn all the blood in his body dry.

"……You go back!"

He barely squeezed a few words out of his throat.

The child who was chased by him seemed to be in a daze for a while, then got up, and ran out quickly.

Seeing the back of the child disappearing at the door, it was obvious that he had chased him away, but Heymos felt a little emptiness in his heart for some reason.

He took a deep breath to drive away the sense of loss in his heart, closed his eyes, then gritted his teeth hard, desperately trying to prop up his body from the ground.But he was too weak now, he just raised his head slightly, and fell down again the next second.

He was lying on his back on the ground, feeling that his whole body was empty, he couldn't exert any strength, and his whole body was so hot that he almost lost consciousness.

A beam of moonlight fell on his flushed face, and he lay on the ground, staring at the snow-white crescent moon in the dark night sky.

He seems to have returned to a long time ago. At that time, he was lying in a garbage pit, alone, surrounded by emptiness and silence, only the crescent moon in the dark night sky accompanied him.

...he slowly closed his eyes.

…………

pat pat pat.

What sound, from far to near.

The boy opened his eyes, and the face of the child he thought had left appeared in his sight again, and a small hand stretched out to touch his forehead.

Something cold was covering his forehead, and the coolness seeped into his hot skin, relieving the heat of his head.

Garlan put a wet cloth on his forehead, and touched his cheek. His fingers were soft and cool, and there was a very comfortable feeling.When the little hand left, Heymos felt a subtle sense of loss in his heart.

He looked up at Garlan.

The child knelt beside him, watching him with open eyes.

On that palm-sized face, her eyes were big and bright.

Those golden eyes were clearly in the dark night, but they were as bright as a pair of little golden suns.It glows in the dark, and for some reason it is so hard to move one's eyes away, even the bright moon in the night sky has become the background of the phantom.

……

Garlan lowered his head and fished from his waist, and took out a small white medicine jar.

Fortunately, when he sneaked over, he thought that Heymos didn't know if there was any medicine, so he simply brought the ointment that the doctor left for him and ordered the maid to rub it on him every day.

Now this guy Heymos doesn't know what's going on, he refuses to let him call someone, and he can't really just leave it alone, if it really burns out, it will be regarded as his death if it is rounded up that's it.

He doesn't take the blame.

Garlan rubbed his hands. Just now he ran out to find the stream outside to wash his hands, and by the way, he tore off a piece of cloth from his body and wet it and brought it back.

If you don't wash your hands, how can you apply medicine to the patient?It would be bad if bacteria got into the wound.

He thought as he applied ointment to Heymos's bruises.

Unexpectedly, in this life, he would have a day to personally help his mortal enemy apply the medicine.

Hey, I hope good intentions will be rewarded. This guy Heymos can let himself go in the future for the sake of helping him today.

Garlan, who was concentrating on helping Heymos apply the ointment while thinking so brokenly in his heart, didn't even notice that the boy lying on the ground opened his eyes at some point, and after looking at him quietly for a while, he finally He closed his eyes again.

After the medicine was applied, the half bottle of small medicine jar was almost empty, and the Garlan was very tired.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked up at Heymos.The boy lay quietly on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

He reached for the wet cloth on Heymos' forehead, it was no longer cold, but it was warm.He covered Heymos' forehead with his hand for a while, and felt that Heymos' forehead was no longer as hot as it was at the beginning, and his face was not so red.

The boy closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes drooped down, casting a light shadow on his honey-colored cheeks.Garlan looked at this familiar but somewhat unfamiliar face, without the coldness and evil in his memory, with a little childishness of an underage. At this moment, he looked very peaceful.

Garlan thought, he was really stunned just now.

The boy in front of him at this moment is only twelve or thirteen years old, and he is just a child.

Even Heymos, who will be called the "evil ghost" in the future, never used any despicable means to take advantage of others when he was fighting for the throne with him.Even if Heymos killed him, every time, it was after defeating him openly.

And he actually wanted to kill a sick child just now...

If he really did that, wouldn't he be more vicious than the so-called 'ghosts'?

…………

Forget it, don't think too much about it.

Anyway, it has been decided not to grab that throne in this life.

Shaking his head vigorously, shaking out the messy things in his mind, Garlan got up, ran to the bed and hugged the thin blanket on the bed, and then covered Heymos.

He knelt beside him, stretched out his hand and patted the covered blanket, as if patting a child, and after he was done, he showed a satisfied look on his face.

"I helped you so much, you have to repay me in the future."

The reward is very simple, just don't kill me.

After Garlan finished speaking in such a low voice to the sleeping boy, he looked at the sky, and it was almost midnight.He quickly got up and ran away quickly.

However, when Garlan ran away, he didn't notice that the eyes of the boy who he thought was asleep opened slightly.

The shadow of the slender eyelashes fell into Heymos's open eyes, making it difficult to see the way he was looking at the child's back at this moment.

It wasn't until Garlan's back disappeared under the night sky that Heymos sat up slowly, and the blanket covering him slid off him.

The body is still a little hot, but the places where the medicine has been rubbed are cool, and even the pain is relieved a bit.

Heymos lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on his forehead.

There, it seemed that there was still a bit of residual warmth left by that little white hand.

The author has something to say: Garlan: I saved you once, can you promise me a request?

Heymos: ... Tell me about it.

Gallan: Don't kill me!

Heymos: ? ? ?