A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The moment Heymos heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no scars on Garlan's back, Garlan suddenly turned around, put his elbows behind his back, raised his upper body and glared at Heymos.

Then, kick Heymos off him with a heavy kick.

There was a loud bang, which immediately aroused the vigilance of the guards standing guard outside.

"His Royal Highness? Is something wrong? Your Highness—"

The guards' nervous shouts came from outside the tent's gate.

Obviously, as long as Garlan's answer was a second late, they would rush in.

"fine!"

Although his eyes were still staring at Heymos like fire, Garlan had no choice but to respond loudly to the guards' shouts to prevent them from rushing in.

"I just didn't notice and tripped over here on the bed."

"Are you injured? Do you need me to call the doctor?"

"No, it's fine, don't call anyone, I'm ready to rest."

After finally calming down the guards outside the door, Garlan heaved a sigh of relief.

He was lying on the bed, his clothes were still torn, and Heymos could tell from his appearance that he had been kicked out of the bed.

If the guards outside the door rushed in and saw this scene, then he really couldn't explain it with ten mouths.

Originally, when he suddenly saw Heymos, apart from his astonishment, Garlan also had a little inexplicable joy welling up from the bottom of his heart.

But now, looking at the man who stood up as if nothing had happened, he felt his teeth itch with hatred.

One couldn't hold back, Garlan raised his foot angrily, and kicked Heymos hard again.

It's just that Heymos is not low after standing up straight, and his legs are long. He sat on the bed and could only kick Heymos' legs.

The consequence is——

Seeing Heymos's long legs, he immediately remembered what Kaihos said about his short stature. Not only did this kick not calm him down, but it made him even more depressed.

Heymos is already a full head and a half taller than him.

If it wasn't for such a difference in height and physique, he wouldn't have been so suppressed by this guy just now, and he couldn't resist at all.

The boy was sulking here, and Heymos, who had already stood up, looked at Garlan.

Because Garlan was half lying down, it was difficult to exert force, so that kick to a black knight with rough skin and thick flesh was no different from being bitten by a kitten that lost its temper.

Heymos looked at the young man who was still angry after kicking him, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised slightly.

Perhaps without even realizing it, he laughed again.

He hadn't smiled so relaxedly in a long time.

Ever since he had that dream and resolutely chose to return to the royal city, his heart has always been tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, struggling in the sticky mud, it seems that the next second will be completely submerged in the dark Deep in the mud, sinking and falling endlessly...

He kept telling himself it was just a dream.

Garlan let Tal pass him the message so that he also knew that Garlan was still alive.

But he just couldn't control the fear that grew up little by little deep in his body. Those negative emotions were like vines and thorns that were constantly burning and flooding, taking root in the bottom of his heart and spreading crazily. It hurts.

Perhaps it was because the dream was too real, as if it really happened in reality.

It made him think of a long time ago, when Garlan went to Tozes City, he dreamed that Garlan was caught in a sea of ​​fire—and that scene really happened in reality—if he hadn’t arrived in time, Garlan would I'm afraid it will really be buried in a sea of ​​flames.

Every time he thought of this, Heymos felt his heart shudder.

The scene of the boy on the horse being shot through the heart by a sharp arrow from behind suddenly appeared in his mind.

The golden hair was soaked in the mud, blood flowed out from under the body, and the body gradually became cold...

It was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Even, in the dream, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the boy's body gradually change from warm to cold, and finally become a lifeless corpse in the night.

The heart twitched violently.

Heymos suddenly leaned down, without saying anything, just hugged Garlan.

Garlan, who was about to change a piece of clothing, was propping up his upper body on his elbows and trying to sit up, but just as his upper body was halfway up, a black shadow suddenly pressed down from above, crushing him on the ground all at once. on the bed.

This time, it was face up.

Garlan lay on the bed in astonishment, while Heymos pressed his whole body on top of him, hugging him tightly with both hands.

Reflecting that he was overwhelmed again, Garlan's anger rose instantly, and he stretched out his hand to pull Heymos' hair.

Because he was out of breath, he really didn't have any strength left, he grabbed the black hair in his hand and pulled it back fiercely.

a tug.

Two pull.

He just didn't pull it.

Garlan didn't dare to make a move.

Although Heymos didn't move, and he didn't cry out in pain, but he knew in his heart that the force he pulled Heymos' hair was painful even to himself, and if he continued, he would really be able to pull Heymos down A big handful of hair.

And he also noticed that although Heymos was pressing on him, he was motionless.

He hugged him very quietly, burying his face in the socket of his neck, without giving him the slightest sense of oppression or uncomfortable toughness.

It seemed that Heymos' purpose was to hold him quietly.

The man now looks like a big black wolf who has just returned from a cold winter snowy night, covered with snowflakes and icy all over, trying hard to draw some warmth from him.

With a little anxiety, as if desperately wanting to feel something.

Garlan suddenly remembered that the time he was determined to give up the throne and left the palace, after returning, Nirga had been following him and clinging to him for a long time, leaning close to him and burying his head in him every now and then. Rubbing back and forth in his arms, it seems that only by doing so can he feel at ease.

The current Heymos seems to be very similar to the Nega at that time.

Garlan hesitantly let go of Heymos's hair, and patted his head lightly.

"what happened?"

he asked in a low voice.

Heymos didn't answer, but hummed in a low voice.

He buried his face in the crescent of Garlan's neck, and when he heard that, the hot air exhaled from his nose passed over Garlan's side neck.

Some itchy.

Garlan turned his head uncomfortably, trying to avoid the hot breath.

However, his actions seemed to have stimulated Heymos, and he immediately used his arms to hug him even tighter.

"Heymos?"

Garlan couldn't help but yelled softly again.

This time, the person who was holding him and refused to let go finally spoke after being silent for a while.

"I had a dream... dreamed that you were dead..."

Heymos spoke in a low voice.

Because his face was buried in his neck, the voice seemed muffled.

"what?"

Garlan was taken aback for a moment, he just wanted to say, that was just a dream, am I fine now?

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered the dreams he had in the past, the dreams about previous lives.

Out of nowhere, he asked, "In your dream, how did I die?"

"During the rebellion in Judas City, when you were leading people to suppress the rebellion, you were shot to death with an arrow."

Heymos replied.

After he finished speaking, he paused and said another sentence.

"But it's a little strange. You in the dream have short hair."

Garlan felt his heart beat violently.

"What about Brother Wang? Did you dream about him?"

Heymos didn't answer right away, he seemed to answer after thinking about it.

"He seemed to have been poisoned by someone, and died in front of that person, in a room."

Garlan didn't speak for a long while.

His mind was a little confused.

He thought that Heymos dreamed about his previous life, just like the last time in Meneste City.

However, there seems to be something wrong with this dream.

He died in the hands of Heymos four times before, in the royal city, and was never shot to death in the city of Judas.

So, this should just be a random dream Heymos had because he was worried about him.

However, Heymos had a dream about brother Wang being poisoned.

In order to avoid causing confusion, the fact that King Kamos's uncle and members of the royal family poisoned King Kamos was strictly kept secret, and only a few people such as Kyhos knew about it.

Heymos probably didn't know about it.

Also, the short hair Heymos said.

He had indeed had short hair in previous lives.

So, what is this dream about...

Garlan felt that his mind was in a mess at this moment.

What did he forget?

He tried very hard to recall, but he couldn't remember that he had been shot to death by an arrow in his previous lives.

So, after all, it was purely a dream imagined by Heymos himself.

Or...has his memory gone wrong from the start?

If his memory is really problematic, then—

"Garlan?"

Maybe it was because he felt Garlan's heartbeat that suddenly became faster, Heymos raised his head.

He watched the expression on the face of the person below him.

The young boy's golden eyes seemed to be looking at him unconsciously, the pupils were a little loose, showing a bit of bewilderment.

"...Are you afraid?"

Heymos keenly sensed Garlan's chaotic emotions at the moment.

Not answered.

He saw the boy's pink lips tightened slightly, with some force, and an uneasy breath was exposed from those tight lips.

The slender eyelashes drooped down, casting light shadows on the thinner cheeks.

The arc of the eyelashes is extremely beautiful, with a slight movement, with the shadow on the cheek, it is like the fluttering of butterfly wings, but because it is too beautiful, it gives people an almost illusory and fragile feeling.

Heymos leaned over.

Fine black hair fell down and fell on the blonde hair.

He bowed his head.

The brown skin was lightly attached to the fair forehead.

The temperature of the skin between each other was transmitted to each other, the black hair entangled with golden threads, and the foreheads of different skin colors lightly pressed together, obviously the extreme contrast of tones, but unexpectedly gave people an indescribable sense of harmony.

Garlan's drooping eyelashes lifted up, and the tips of the light-colored eyelashes almost collided with Heymos' dark-colored eyelashes.

He looked up into Heymos' eyes.

The distance between the two is too close.

It made the golden pupils seem to be dyed with the red reflected by the extremely close golden red eyes, and made the edge of the golden iris faintly glow with a circle of light.

"Don't be afraid."

Garlan heard Heymos' voice.

The soft, low sound, like the wind passing by in the wilderness, almost whispered into his ears.

"……I am here."

Perhaps it was this soft murmur.

Or maybe it was because of the golden red eyes staring at him.

Garlan's originally chaotic emotions calmed down little by little. He opened his eyes and looked at Heymos. His eyes were big and he looked very cute.

Heymos' eyes were slightly bent, and there was a little smile in his eyes.

He said softly, "Go to sleep."

His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"I am here."

Garlan closed his eyes obediently.

Heymos lay sideways on the bed, hugged the boy in his arms, and coaxed him gently.

He kept talking in Garlan's ear, softly and tirelessly, telling the things after he went to the Northland one by one, like telling a story.

He thought, before today, he never thought that he could talk like this.

Chattering, talking non-stop.

But at this time, his mood was unprecedentedly calm, and the anxiety of the previous period seemed to never exist.

Garlan was in his arms, eyes closed, and seemed to have fallen asleep amidst his constant whispering.

The nostrils moved slightly, making even breathing sounds.

The long blond hair fell on his arm, and he saw the rough lapis lazuli earring on the boy's white earlobe.

Heymos' eyes became softer, he lowered his head, and kissed the sleeping boy's forehead.

The skin touched by his lips was warm.

very warm.

He squinted.

Compared with the body in the dream that became a little bit cold, the body of the boy in his arms at this moment is so soft and warm.

The warmth seeping into his body through the clothes made him especially satisfied.

The golden red eyes reflected Garlan's sleeping face, and there was an indescribable tenderness and love in his eyes.

Heymos buried his face in his thick blond hair and closed his eyes.

What he holds in his arms at this moment is everything.

……

………………

The night passed.

A good night's sleep.

The slight noise around him awakened Garlan from his deep sleep. He didn't open his eyes immediately, his body was lazily lazily filled with tiredness.

Unlike the feeling of being forced to sleep for a whole day after being drugged by his own knight not long ago, he slept very deeply and peacefully this night.

It's like knowing that someone around him is guarding him so that he won't be disturbed in any way.

The body has been wrapped in some kind of warm feeling.

After waking up, there is a full sense of satisfaction.

After a while, Garlan slightly opened his eyes.

He saw the tall figure standing in front of the bed, like a tall and straight green pine, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and slender limbs.

That body was extremely fit, maybe it didn't look majestic or well-developed, but there was a terrifying explosive power like a beast hidden in those tight muscles.

Especially the pair of long legs, which raised the figure even more.

That really made the young man who had to drink milk every day after being hit by his knight with his height from time to time in the past few days feel a little panting.

Heymos, who was lowering his head and tightening the iron gauntlet on his wrist, keenly sensed the gaze around him, turned his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at Garlan.

When the eyes met, his eyes slightly bent, revealing a little smile.

Garlan was still lying sideways on the bed, lazy and too lazy to move.

He stretched out his right hand from under the warm blanket and beckoned.

No matter how you look at it, that movement looks like Summoning Niega.

Heymos looked at Garlan's movements, not angry at all, but even more smiling in his eyes.

He followed the motion of Garlan waving, put one hand on the side of the bed, and bent down.

But even if he bent over, he was still taller.

"Too high, squat down."

Heymos was very patient with Garlan's successive demands of pushing his nose and face.

Without saying a word, he bent his knees and squatted beside the bed.

It looked like a docile, obedient and harmless big wolfhound.

He squatted in front of Garlan, with the corners of his thin lips slightly raised, looking at the young man with a look of connivance in his eyes.

The golden eyes looked at Heymos, and then, Garlan stretched out his right hand, stroked the black hair on the big black wolf's head, and patted the head again.

"Be careful, don't get hurt."

After stroking, the right hand that wanted to retract was caught by the opponent halfway.

Heymos held that hand, holding all the fingers in the palm of his hand.

He lowered his head, his jet-black hair hanging down his fair wrist.

The slightly cool lips kissed the warm hand that was tightly held by the young man.

"do not forget."

He said softly, "I'm here."

His deep voice uttered like an oath.

"……always there."

……

………………

do not be afraid.

I am here.

I will always be there.

Not even the gods of Aaron Landis can let me go from you.