A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

【You failed again. 】

It was so quiet that it seemed that time had stopped. A voice suddenly sounded, the tone was extremely indifferent, without ups and downs, and there was no emotion in it.

That voice did not come from one place, but from all directions of this place, from the air, from the ground, and everywhere together, making people confused.

Garlan, who sat with his legs spread apart on the broken stone steps and held his head in his hands, raised his head. His short, soft pale blond hair had been messed up by his ten fingers inserted in his hair, and it was messily scattered on his forehead.

Hearing this voice, he let out a long sigh, his face full of helplessness.

Yes, he failed again.

Just this sentence, plus this time, he has repeated it four times.Thinking of the first time he confidently patted his chest to ensure that he got it done, he wished he could wear it back and slap the self at that time—who gave you the confidence—he really wanted to point at the self at that time and scold him so badly.

Garlan stood up, turned around, his eyes swept across the gray-white altar behind him, and his heart skipped a beat.It was still the familiar altar, but it was quite different from the one he saw for the first time.Although there were many small cracks on the altar at the beginning, they were not serious. On the contrary, it made the altar look more ancient and vicissitudes, and it did not have a sense of beauty precipitated by time.

But at this moment, there are four deep cracks on it, especially the one that just appeared that almost split it in half, making it look like it will fall apart in the next second and become a useless mess. gravel.

- You have five chances to start over -

The words that that voice said once again sounded in the boy's ears, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

Five times.

Only five times.

Now, there is only one last time left.

If it fails again this time, then...

Garlan took a deep breath, dispelled the terrible consequences from his mind, and calmed himself down.At the beginning, he just regarded this so-called task of fulfilling the destiny as a game that could be played over and over again. After dying twice, he started to get nervous.However, the third time and the fourth time, he had worked very hard, even desperately, but in the end he was still defeated by that person.

That person... was terrifying, almost flawless.

No matter from which aspect, that person absolutely crushed him.

Even now, Garlan couldn't figure out what he should do to defeat that terrifying guy.

That guy was really merciless.

But Garlan has nothing to complain about.

After all, even brothers would turn their faces in order to fight for the throne, not to mention he and Heymos who have nothing to do with the eight generations of ancestors?

There was no relationship between them at all, the reason why he called each other "Brother King" was because he and Heymos were both princes and the other party happened to be older than him.

"Are you really not mistaken about the so-called gods?"

He couldn't help asking.

"The Son of Destiny is really me, not that guy Heymos?"

[God can never make mistakes. 】

The emotionless voice answered.

Then why let the Son of Destiny be killed?

Garlan subconsciously complained in his heart.

However, in this place, even if he didn't say it, the other party seemed to be able to hear what was in his heart, and the voice immediately slammed him coldly.

[Even if I have the destiny, I can't change my stupidity and hopelessness. 】

Gallan: "..."

As a messenger of God, you should be ruthless, desireless, and all four things should be as empty and immovable as a mountain. What's the matter with this mocking tone?

The young man who was suffocated couldn't help complaining.

"That can't all be blamed on me, I only have more than a year each time, what can I do?"

He felt that the time when he went back was very bad. At that time, he was fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other party was a few years older than him, and the forces of both sides had almost formed.I don't know how the original body did it. Anyway, his power is much weaker than that of Heymos, and only one year is not enough for him to change the balance of power between the two sides—especially when the other party doesn't make any mistakes and has no flaws. Under the premise, he has no way to start.

Every time he couldn't live long before being killed, this time he persisted for a year and a half, which is much better than the first time he couldn't persist for a year, right?

He comforted himself in this way.

Obviously that voice heard his self-comforting voice again, and then responded again.

【Ah. 】

Gallan: "..."

I was wrong, please don't mock me.

Thinking about it in his mind, the boy's heart skipped a beat, it's too bad, this sentence was probably heard by the other party again, and he might be ridiculed.

However, this time, the other party seemed to have not heard his heart, and the voice did not appear for a long time.

Garlan was a little apprehensive, he didn't know what the other party was thinking, he didn't speak for a long time, did he think he was too useless, and he didn't want to waste time on him, so he didn't even plan to give him the last chance.

The voice didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say. He could only stand there blankly, staring blankly at the gray-white ancient altar that was about to fall apart.The breeze brushed the green crowns of the tall trees, shaking the leaves and making a slight rustling sound.Broken obelisks surrounded him in all directions, and countless huge shadows fell on him. Although there were all traces of weathering, there was not a single grain of broken stone rolling down.

After a long time, the voice finally sounded again.

[Ready to start over. 】

As soon as the words fell, Garlan only felt a buzzing in his head, as if he was hit hard by a heavy object, and his eyes went black for an instant.

On the broken altar, the boy's figure suddenly disappeared.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the gray-white altar burst suddenly, and in the next second, the whole thing exploded, and the gravel splashed all over the ground.And the countless majestic tall obelisks surrounding them also collapsed and shattered, one after another collapsed, smashing to the ground, causing the ground to tremble violently.

With the sound of rumbling and rumbling collapses, soon, the original majestic and huge altar was completely in ruins, leaving only a shattered boulder on the ground.

【……the last time. 】

That voice was also annihilated along with the collapsed altar.

【You do it yourself. 】

…………

..............................

After becoming conscious, Garlan put his hand on his head and slowly opened his eyes.According to his memory, when he opened his eyes, he should have seen his gorgeous bedroom, the snow-white velvet bed gauze, and the enchanting figure kneeling beside him holding a green peacock feather fan embroidered with gold silk to gently fan him. Beauty Maid.

The wind brushed against his cheeks, ruffling his forehead hair.It's not a gentle wind from a fan, but a wind whistling outside, with the breath of water.You can vaguely hear the rustling sound of the big leaves of the palm trees shaking, and the faint fragrance of lotus flowers.

Feeling something was wrong, Garlan raised his head and was stunned.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a very familiar place, the towering ancient and huge white city wall, rows of green palm trees standing on the ground, and cobblestone roads of different colors with beautiful patterns. Coming meanderingly, he stood beside the strange stone carvings by the pool made of white stones, staring straight at the light blue lotus flower standing upright among the green lotus leaves, swaying slightly.

Could it be that he returned to the moment before he was about to die?

If you die at the beginning, how do you play this? !

Garlan, who was so frightened that the hairs all over his body stood on end, looked again, and felt something was wrong again. The fiery sun in the sky was shining on the ground, making this back garden extremely bright.

Before he died, it was obviously a torrential rain, and the bean-sized raindrops hit his body painfully, almost knocking him down.

Another gust of wind passed by, and his legs felt chilly, and Garlan felt that something was wrong.But for a while, he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he could only lean on the strange stone sculpture that was taller than him with one hand, and walked forward a few steps in confusion.

and many more.

taller than him?

He remembered that this stone sculpture only reached his waist before, how could it be taller than him?

When Garlan turned his head subconsciously, he naturally saw his hand resting on the stone sculpture.That hand was small, white and tender, and under the bright sunlight, the skin on the back of the hand was so white that it almost seemed to be glowing.

No, no, his hands are not like this, he remembers that they are not like this, his complexion should be darker, and his hands can't be so small.

So small, it's like a child——

Garlan took a few steps forward and stepped into the pool water.

As soon as he lowered his head, he looked at the reflection on the slightly swaying clear water, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Reflected on the water is a child who looks to be only seven or eight years old.

A head of pale golden hair, soft and fluffy, wrapping around that dazed little face the size of a palm.The small arms and legs are like lotus roots, round and tender.

No, wait, what's going on here?

Is there a mistake?Let him accidentally be reborn on someone else?

The child stared at the water for a while, dumbfounded.

But, but, although the age is very wrong, but this face, this appearance, a little older, it seems, indeed, really is a small version of me.

Garlan suddenly remembered that he had complained to that voice before, each time there was only more than a year, which was not enough for him to do anything.

Could it be because of this that the envoy of God specially gave him some more time to be reborn as a child?

Another gust of wind blew across the surface of the water, causing ripples, and the little child shivered, only feeling that the lower body was blown chilly.

……

Garlan finally understood why he felt something was wrong all over his body!

He quickly brought his knees together and clamped his thighs almost in a flustered motion.

The thighs were chilled by the wind.

Every time before, he was reborn when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, so he didn't think of it all of a sudden just now.Now, he remembered the thighs that were chilled by the wind, and the indescribable parts that were equally chilled.

it's here

in this dynasty

according to the custom here

Children... yes, no, wearing underwear! ! !

Garlan clamped his thighs in an awkward position, and covered the hem of the clothes that could only cover half of his thighs with his small hands. All the grievances, hatred, age, and only one life left were all thrown to the back of his head, his mind was full of no matter what. No matter how you want to find a thing to put on your underwear.

Just as he was turning his head and trying to think about where to get underwear, suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and patted his shoulder.

He turned his head subconsciously, and met a pair of extremely familiar golden-red eyes at a glance.

For a moment, not long ago, at this place, what happened just now suddenly flashed in his mind.

He seemed to have returned to the moment not long ago when the owner of these eyes pierced his heart with a sharp sword and nailed himself to the wall.

His heart throbbed violently, his brain buzzed, and the shadow and memory of death instantly enveloped his entire consciousness.

His body instinctively wanted to avoid the person beside him, and he almost staggered back a step.But he forgot that there were uneven stones beside the pool, and he took a step back in panic, causing him to step on a big stone.

a trip.

Garlan suddenly lost his balance, fell backwards, and fell to the ground with his feet in the air.But just when he fell backwards, a gust of wind blew up, blowing up the hem of his clothes that could only cover half of his thighs, and lifted them upwards.

So, when he fell to the ground on all fours, in front of that person, and opened his legs wide in the direction of that person...

Gallan: "..."

The boy with golden red eyes: "..."

The scene was very embarrassing.