A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Dream……

It's just a dream.

Terrified by this dream, Garlan let out a long breath.

How could you suddenly have such a dream?

He was a little confused.

Is it because you think about it every day and dream at night?Because he was thinking about how to kill Heymos that day, and then he had a dream of burning Heymos to death after taking a nap?

But that's not right, he obviously wanted to stab it with a knife at the time, it doesn't have anything to do with fire or something?

The more he thought about it, the more confused Garlan raised his hand, and slapped himself on the face to wake himself up.

In the dream, most of Heymos' body was burned by fire, and the stench of scorched flesh came from the air... That scene was really shocking, even if he knew it was a dream now, he still had lingering fears after thinking about it.

Fortunately, it was a dream...

Being disturbed by such a strange nightmare, Garlan couldn't fall asleep either. He thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he simply got out of bed.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom door, a maid immediately came up to help him wash his face, comb his sleep-disturbed hair, and arrange his clothes.He was already used to standing where he was, and let them play with him with open arms.

After the maids took care of him properly, the leading female officer led him to another side hall.

As soon as he entered, he saw the priest of Shamash standing there, obviously waiting for him.

Shemuer was standing with a scepter in his hand. He was still dressed in white. He could not see any dust from head to toe. He was terribly clean and tidy. Even the crown made of laurel branches and leaves on his head was upright. God knows what happened to him. Wearing the crown so straightly is not crooked at all.

Geez, this Virgo man—

Garlan complained in his heart, turned his eyes, and saw a group of people standing opposite Ximuer.

They are all acquaintances, all of them are teenagers, they are the group of little ghosts from the collateral blood of the royal family who are vying to get the position of the king's brother.

what are they doing here

Just as Garlan was thinking, those teenagers who used to look at him with contemptuous eyes all showed 'kind' smiles to him when they saw him now, and there was a hint of flattery in that smile. meaning.

Garlan tilted his head.

What is this battle going to do?

He cast doubtful eyes on Shemuer.

"Your Highness Garlan, they will be sent back tomorrow, but, out of various considerations, you can designate one to three of them to stay in the palace as your escort."

As soon as Ximuer finished speaking, those teenagers turned their expectant eyes to Garlan.

Although they belong to the so-called collateral blood of the royal family, the ones with the best family background are just the children of the city lord, which is definitely incomparable to the real royal family.

If he could be selected by Garlan and stay in the palace as a companion, it is conceivable that he would definitely occupy a place in the center of Aaron Landis's ruling class when he grows up.

"Choose me?"

Garland asked.

"Yes."

Garlan nodded, turned his head, and glanced around among the group of people.

Everyone's eyes fell on him expectantly, among them, the eyes of a boy with a round face were especially eager.The young man was secretly happy. Fortunately, when so many people bullied and excluded Garlan, he never participated in it, and occasionally he would express his sympathy and help a little.

No one expected that the child who was looked down upon by everyone and was scolded as a bastard was actually taken by King Kamos at a glance. Go to Dayi's throne - one can imagine how much this child is favored by King Kamos.

And at this moment, among these people, I treat him the best.Therefore, the kid will definitely choose him.

The round-faced boy thought so confidently, and looked at Garlan without blinking, feeling extremely excited.

Garlan's eyes swept across the crowd, and then looked back.

"Just him."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at a little fat man who was desperately shrinking himself back, looking like he wanted to let his sense of existence disappear.

He said, "He can do it alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience fell silent for an instant.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

Everyone knows that that little fat man was one of the few people who bullied him the most.

"……you sure?"

Even Shemuer, who has always been taciturn, couldn't help but speak.

As long as you do a little research, you will know what happened between these children.

"Well, it's him."

Garlan made a final decision.

The little fat man who was named was completely dumbfounded. Until the others were taken away and he was left alone, before he was brought in front of Garlan, he still kept his mouth open and his expression dull. silly.

When he was actually in front of Garlan, he finally came to his senses, tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked at Garlan with emotion.

When he saw that Garlan became the king's younger brother, he had been trembling for the past few days, constantly thinking about all kinds of tragic ways to die, and had nightmares when he slept at night, he was really terrified.

Unexpectedly, Garlan not only did not pursue his original offense, but also let it go and appointed him as a companion.Not only did he not have to die, but he also became the envy of everyone.

"Garlan... no, no, it's Your Highness Garlan, you, you really..." He was so excited that he stuttered, "It's too generous! It's too merciful! You can forgive me like this .”

The mood experienced ups and downs, great sadness and great joy in an instant, and the little fat Tal, who was still a child, was so stimulated that he burst into tears.

He sobbed, wiping tears with the back of his hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was really... I, I knew I was wrong, I really knew it."

He was almost incoherent, just raised his head hard, patted his small fleshy chest and swore.

"Your Highness Garlan! Don't worry! I will definitely protect you in the future! I swear to the sun god Shamash, whoever wants to hurt you in the future, step on me!"

"...Oh, then I'll leave it to you."

"Leave it to me, Your Highness!"

The little fat man slapped his fleshy breasts loudly.

He felt that His Highness Garlan must have a discerning eye and saw his uniqueness, that's why he picked himself out of so many people!

He was so moved, from now on, he will do whatever His Royal Highness Garlan asks him to do, pointing east and never west!

However the fact is...

Why did you choose this little fat guy?

Because he is the worst one among this group of people who is at the bottom of all tests.

Anyway, I won't be able to do this for a long time as my younger brother, so don't waste talents, just find the most useless one to make do with it.

The above is the psychological process of Garlan who chose Little Fatty Tal.

Of course, according to Garlan's thoughts, it is impossible for Tal to know the truth in this lifetime.Therefore, feeling that he had won the grand prize, while being grateful to Garlan, he happily ran to Garlan's side.

Originally, he did that kind of stupid thing because he wanted to play with this cute-looking kid.Now not only does he not have to be punished, but he can also accompany him to read. He is very happy.

No one thought, not even Garlan himself, that he just pointed at it casually.

From then on, the most loyal dog leg in his life was born.

……

………………

The fire is on.

It was fiery, like a scarlet fiery snake, tightly entwining the black-haired boy.

The long tongue with hissing flames licked the skin into charred charcoal.

The stench of burnt flesh permeates everywhere...

A brown hand stretched out from the flames, struggled, and with difficulty dug its fingers into the crevice of the stone, the fingertips were already dripping with blood.

The hand struggling to reach out seemed to be screaming silently, and he didn't know who to ask for help.

…The strange black water flowed down, but the fire was burning fiercely in the black water. Amidst the screams and shouts of the crowd, the flame quickly ignited along the arms that were desperately stretched out, and in an instant, the pain was struggling The teenager devoured it completely——

……

The child suddenly woke up from the dream again.

Garlan sat on the bed with his head in his arms, and rubbed his hair vigorously with both hands, making his own hair messy like a chicken coop.The cold sweat oozing out from the nightmare stuck a few strands of his forehead hair to his forehead, and the tips of his ears were very red.

Holding his head and gasping for breath with lingering fear, he stared blankly ahead with a dazed look on his face.

what is the problem?

Garlan felt that his whole body was about to fail.

He originally thought that the dream was just an accident, but who knew that since that day, he has repeated this dream almost every day.

Sometimes at night, sometimes at noon, I kept having this nightmare repeatedly.

Garlan covered his forehead, and the temple hair touched by his fingers was a little wet. It was soaked in sweat, and it was sticky and made him very uncomfortable.

He can now confirm that this is definitely not a day and night dream, because he doesn't want to have this damn nightmare at all!

He is not a psychopath, even if he is a mortal enemy, he would be terrified to see that person being burned alive by the flames every day-he didn't move at all the grilled meat in the food these days, the female officer asked him, was he used too much It's hot and I don't want to eat too much to fool me.

But if it goes on like this, let alone eat it in the future, he might feel sick whenever he sees barbecue in the future.

But, why on earth...

Why is he having this dream?

Garlan covered his face, closed his eyes and took a breath to calm himself down.

Then, he got up and got out of bed, looked at the sky through the window, the sun was slightly westward, and it was already afternoon.

It stands to reason that at this time, if he doesn't go to the conservatory to see Nega, the little lion will start to lose his temper.But this time, after thinking about it, he didn't go to the greenhouse, but ran to Heymos's place quickly by himself.

Heymos' residence was as deserted as ever, except for a few guards standing at the door who seemed to be dealing with it, there was no one inside.

As soon as you walk into this small courtyard, you can hear the sound of brisk running water, because there is a small stream that circles half a circle along the courtyard.Heymos ran to this stream to wash his hands that night when he had a fever.

As soon as Garlan walked into the small courtyard, he raised his eyes and saw that familiar figure standing in the creek.

The stream was not too deep, and Heymos was standing in it, the water barely reached his waist.

The boy stood in the stream, as if washing his body, but he was wearing clothes.He lowered his head, holding clear water in both hands, and splashed it on his face and shoulders, not to mention the clothes on his body, even his black hair was soaked.

When Garlan approached, like a vigilant beast whose territory had been violated, Heymos suddenly raised his head, and his golden-red eyes shot sharply in Garlan's direction.

After seeing the person coming, the blade-like gaze faded a little bit.

The young man raised his hand, and his dripping fingers lifted up the wet black hair in front of his eyes, revealing golden red eyes that shone brighter in the sunlight.

Garlan squatted down by the stream, resting his side cheek with one hand, while looking up and down Heymos.

Obviously this person looks fine, nothing happened.

He looked at it and wondered.

So why would I keep having that horrible dream?

The honey-colored skin drenched in water had a dark brown luster under the bright sunlight, with a watery luster.

The wet black hair stuck to the young man's handsome cheeks, and a little water mark from the tip of the hair slid down the honey-colored skin to the slightly pointed chin, and then dripped onto the water in front of the young man, creating a small circle of water.

The wet hair slanted down, covering most of Heymos' right eye with a shadow, only revealing a golden-red left eye, which reflected the shadow of the child squatting by the stream.

The thin lips are moist red, and the lip line is a little angular, giving people a sense of toughness.

A body with well-proportioned bones, broad shoulders and narrow waist, covered by tight muscles, with distinct lines of texture.

Well, what a beautiful boy.

Staring at Heymos in the water, Garlan accidentally lost his mind.

Speaking of which, even if he was his mortal enemy, he had to admit that this person was really good-looking.

When he grows up, he will also be a handsome man. It stands to reason that he should be very popular with girls.

However, when he grew up, Heymos's gloomy aura and evil spirit covered most of his original good appearance, plus that pair of sinister eyes like poisonous snakes and lizards that make people feel chills in the back... …

Garlan couldn't help thinking.

No wonder this guy was in his 20s back then, but he didn't have a woman around him. He had a gloomy face all day long. Which woman would dare to approach him?

Ok?

Speaking of...

"Heymos."

"what?"

"Where's your bandage?"

"what?"

"..." Garlan scratched his head, "Don't you have the habit of wearing bandages on your arms? I saw the dagger on your body the other day... Well, someone told me that after wearing a bandage on your arm, take It is more convenient to cut people with a dagger."

Raising his hand to push back his wet black hair, revealing a black sword eyebrow raised on one side, Heymos glanced at him.

"Who told you such stupid things?"

Gallan: "..."

Such stupid things you say to me in your 20s.

At that time, no matter what time you were, your right hand was tightly bound with a white bandage, from the upper arm to the palm of your hand, which was tightly tied.

When he was reborn into this world for the first time, once, he and Heymos were waiting to meet King Kamos in the outer hall. Powerful, because he was bored waiting, looking at the white bandage on the man's arm, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

At that time, Heymos answered in this way.

'Hands with bandages hold the sword tighter and kill better. '

When Heymos said these words, the hand wrapped in a snow-white bandage was pressed on the dagger at his waist, and the golden-red eyes stared at him coldly like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

The word 'kill' at the end seemed to be bitten into pieces by that man and swallowed mouthful.

He even had the feeling that the next second that person would pull out a sharp blade with his bandaged hand and pierce himself——

……

………………

Waking up from the memory, Garlan looked at the boy in front of him and thought.

Speaking of which, this time, since seeing Heymos when he was a boy, he has never seen him put a bandage on his hand.

That is, is that habit acquired later?

Garlan was still thinking about it, when the young man standing in the stream over there threw another sentence.

"People who believe such things are also stupid."

Gallan: "..."

He never knew that Heymos actually had the attribute of a poisonous tongue when he was a teenager.

Forget it, don't provoke this guy.

Garlan, who had been choked several times, didn't want to talk to this guy anymore. He was just about to get up, but suddenly remembered something, so he squatted down again.He groped in his waist and took out something, then stretched out his hand, and put it in front of Heymos.

"Want it?"

Garlan smiled and showed Heymos the pills that were coming in the morning, with a smug expression on his face.

Then, he gave Heymos a wicked smile that he thought he had succeeded.

"Ask me if you want~~"

Heymos stood in the stream, the transparent stream rushing past him, the cold, wet corners of his clothes swaying in the water.

He turned sideways, looking at the child who was squatting by the stream and showing him his hand.

In the sun, it was as white and tender as a translucent little hand, holding a milky white pill on it.

The round pill rolled around in the child's slightly flushed palm.

The kid squatting there smiling at him had a cute little face with a sweet smile, his big eyes were curved into crescent moons, and even his voice was like a sweet cake, soft, waxy, sweet.

The soft and sticky feeling seemed to wrap the cold and hard thing in his chest, and it became soft and sticky, revealing a sweetness that had never been seen before.

…………

Just as Garlan was smiling and waiting for Heymos to ask him, the young man staring at him suddenly leaned forward.

Wet black hair fell on his wrist, and a wet hand supported his outstretched hand, and the water droplets wet the back of his hand.

Before Garlan could react, he felt something lightly touch his palm, like being touched by a soft feather.

Just like last time, Heymos swallowed the pill in Garlan's palm with a thump.

Then, he raised his head, still maintaining the posture of supporting Garlan's hand with his hand, the water flowing from his wet black hair slashed across the youth's honey-colored face.

On the handsome face that was very close to Garlan, the thin lips lifted, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Garlan.

…………

Garlan couldn't even get angry anymore.

He looked angrily at Heymos who had got up and came out of the stream, and the water dripping from the man's body splashed a little on him.

He put his hand into the stream with a displeased face, rubbing his hands vigorously as if washing his hands on purpose to show Heymos.

What's the matter with your habit of always eating from other people's hands?

Did you learn from Nega?

That little guy is now the kind of food that is thrown in front of him without even looking at it. He insists on rushing over to bite what I'm holding, and just gnaws, licks, and licks my hand, making my hands tingle. is its saliva.

But the little guy who just weaned did that to act like a baby to me, Heymos, what the hell are you doing with it?

Is it possible that he is acting like a baby after Niega?

The last sentence popped out of his mind, and Garlan himself shivered from the cold joke.

Heymos acted like a baby to him...

No no no no no - this lady is terrible!It's too scary!

Impossible, impossible in this lifetime!The possibility of world destruction is higher than this!

After crushing the terrible idea in his mind to pieces and throwing it into the trash can, and stomping on it twice, Garlan was relieved from the horror.

He ignored Heymos, who just snatched the pill from him, and ran away.

He quickly ran to the greenhouse to have a look, and as expected, he found that Niega, who had come and gone, was throwing a temper tantrum, biting his younger brothers and sisters screaming, and several little milk lions biting at the same time But it.And although it is small, it is very domineering. If it loses its temper and refuses to eat, no one will want to eat it. It overturned all the food pots on the ground, and the food was scattered all over the ground. It was making the conservatory jump like chickens and dogs.

The maids stood by and didn't dare to stop them. I'm afraid they couldn't stop them, and they were all in a hurry.

It wasn't until Garlan opened the door and ran in that their eyes lit up and they breathed a sigh of relief.

The round ears of the little milk lion who was biting into a ball with his brothers moved, as if hearing Garlan's footsteps, when he raised his head, his bean-sized eyes looked over, and when he saw Garlan, Immediately he whimpered happily.

It bumped away from the other cub that was approaching to bite it, ran towards Garlan blissfully, and circled around him.

Looking at the messy greenhouse in front of him, and the little Nirga wandering around him, the corners of Garlan's eyes twitched.

However, he could only sigh in the end, and took a few pieces of tender meatballs handed over by the maid next to him.

These tender meat balls are specially made for these cubs who are in the semi-weaned state. The most tender minced meat is used, and a little milk is mixed in it, which can hook the cubs to eat.

He looked angrily at the little Nega who was holding his ankle and staring at the meatball in his hand. He didn't want to squat down, so he threw a meatball to it.

The meatball fell on the ground and rolled, right at the little lion's feet, and he could eat it as soon as he lowered his head.But the little lion took a look, but didn't move on Garlan's hand.

Soon, the meatball rolled away, and the little lion didn't even look at it anymore. It continued to raise its head, and tried to grab Garlan's calf with its little paws, aiming at the carcass in Garlan's hand. Those meatballs wailed.

Garlan, who had nothing to do with it, could only squat down and stretch out his hand.

The little milk lion immediately leaned over happily, its fluffy little head leaned against Garlan's hand, and its rough little tongue licked Garlan's palm, rolling those little meatballs into his mouth and smashing them Swallow it in.

Garlan watched the little lion cuddling in his hand to swallow the meatball, flicking its tail, and suddenly remembered the time when Huimos held his hand and lowered his head to swallow the pill not long ago. scene.

...inexplicable sense of sight...

Is it his delusion?

There is always a feeling... now he seems to have raised two beasts that he must feed with his own hands.

A lion and a wolf.

…………

No no no, this is an illusion.

Absolutely an illusion!

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

Time flies, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

King Kamos was still the same, he was very fond of his little brother, he basically took it with him everywhere he went, and specially arranged Garlan's residence in a side hall next to his bedroom.

But in less than a month, this little brother started to cause headaches for many people.Because Garlan and his little dog Tal often make troubles in the palace. Although they haven't made big mistakes, they keep making small mistakes. endlessly.

However, King Kamos indulged him very much and never punished Garlan once. When others complained, he laughed and patted his little brother's head while saying, the child should be more energetic. Be more lively, isn't it the same when I was a child?

Everyone was speechless.

Indeed, their King Kamos was also a troublemaker when he was a child, causing troubles to others every day—but, King Kamos’s father, the former King Aaron Landis, would teach Kamos a lesson after all. pause.But now, Kamos not only doesn't teach his naughty little brother, but also indulges him so much, what will happen in the future?

Everyone is worried about this.

However, Garlan, who was the culprit, was even more worried than them.

Why isn't Brother Kamos angry at all?

He deliberately relied on his identity as a child, playing the role of a brat, causing trouble every day, just to annoy Brother Kamos and make him drive him out.

But looking at Brother Wang's eyes... actually quite support him?

King Kamos: "Very good, with my previous demeanor, continue, I will support you."

Gallan: "..."

The first plan failed and was cancelled.

Fortunately, there is a second plan that has been going on in parallel.

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In the afternoon, in the spacious school hall, where the young children sit.

This is an open hall with no walls on all sides, only dozens of columns supporting the vaulted roof.The bright sunlight illuminated the school hall brightly, and the breeze carried the water vapor from the clear lake on one side of the main hall and the fragrance of lotus flowers in the water, blowing into the school hall.

On one side of the school hall is a large courtyard with a lotus pond, and on the other side is a martial arts training field, which is very wide and even connects to a large small grassland where horses can gallop. It is specially for these children to practice martial arts, archery, Riding use.

The blond child sat cross-legged in the hall, and other people surrounded him like stars and the moon.

There are no tables and chairs in the school hall, but soft carpets, and everyone sits cross-legged on the ground when studying.Those who surrounded Garlan were all teenagers who were older than Garlan, and there were even some who were about to grow up.

These young people are all the ministers of the dynasty, or the direct descendants of the powerful, and it is customary for these direct descendants to accompany the heir to the throne to study together.

One is to let the successor better understand his future subordinates, and two, this is also the best way for these future state officials to get in touch with the future king.

Therefore, almost all of them sat with Garlan as the center.

There was only one person, faintly pushed aside by the crowd, sitting alone on the other side.

King Kamos had chosen two younger brothers a month ago.

One is the young Prince Garlan.

The other one is the slightly older Prince Heymos.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see... No, even a blind person can see that King Kamos doesn't like Prince Heymos, who was selected by the ministers according to the test method, but prefers him very much. The little prince of Garland.

So far, he seems to have only allowed Garlan to call him brother brother, and Heymos has never called him that way once.

Therefore, when the younger brother was mentioned, the first reaction of everyone in the palace was the blond child.And the address for the other one has always been, Prince Heymos, not King Heymos' younger brother.

Naturally, everyone flocked to Garlan's side, while Heymos' place was deserted and deserted.

Even, in order to please Garlan, some people deliberately used various means to exclude and target Heymos, and wanted to teach him a lesson from time to time.

After all, in their view, the existence of Heymos was an obstacle for Garlan, so Garlan must be very unhappy with his existence. If they could teach Heymos a lesson, they would be able to gain Garlan's favor.

"His Royal Highness Garlan."

Although Ximuer was designated by King Kamos as Garlan's tutor, he also had to assist King Kamos in dealing with political affairs on weekdays, so there was only one day a week, and he would spare time to teach Garlan.

...Although the results of this month's teaching made him feel that all the time he took out of his busy schedule was spent feeding the dog.

At this moment, he slapped a piece of parchment on Garlan's hand with no expression on his face. He slapped it down so hard that there was a snap, and Garlan almost missed it.

The child glanced at the parchment, um, as expected, inferior, failed.

The people next to him saw the grades on Garlan's paper at a glance, and subconsciously folded their own papers to block their own grades.

That's right, among this group of people, Garlan was the only one who got a lower rating.

The others are basically upper-class, and the lowest is upper-middle. After all, those who are eligible to accompany the students are all selected people with excellent aptitude, so there is not even a middle-class one.

Oh, no, there is also a special one, the little fat man chosen by Garlan is almost always average, stuck in the middle and unable to move up or down.

However, everyone has gotten used to the fact that Garlan's grades are always in the lower ranks, and the middle and lower grades hover between the two grades for more than a month.

Although some people complained about this in their hearts and began to look down on Garlan a bit, they still flattered and praised Garlan in various ways on the surface.

Ximuer walked to Heymos who was sitting alone on the other side, and handed him another piece of parchment in his hand.

Only Garlan and Heymos, who were princes, were personally reviewed, distributed, and commented on by Ximuer. The other accompanying teenagers were naturally in charge of other teachers.

The priest of Shamash looked at Heymos with satisfaction.

"You have done well, Your Highness Heymos."

he praised.

Ximuer is an extremely strict person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and anyone who can make him praise must have an excellent performance.

In the past month, Heymos's performance in all aspects has been excellent, and he is the most outstanding existence among the crowd, forming an extreme contrast with Garlan.

After praising Heymos, Shemul looked at Garlan with a blank expression.

He said: "The others go back first, Your Highness Garlan, please stay."

Garlan scratched his head.

No matter how bad his grades were, other teachers never dared to say anything to him, but his mentor, Xie Muer, was not good at anything, and every time he came, he would be severely criticized.

He didn't refute, but nodded, indicating that he knew.

The group of teenagers who were surrounding him and still consoling him did not dare to offend this serious and upright priest of Shamash, they stood up one by one, and left obediently.Only that little fat man, although he was terrified of Xie Muer, he was still holding on because he was loyal and didn't want to leave Garlan behind and be scolded.

Shemur glanced at Tal, repeating again.

"Tal, leave immediately."

Xie Muer's words made the little fat man nervous, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stammered.

"I...I'll wait here...wait..."

"Tal, you go first, don't wait for me."

"But Your Highness..."

"It's all right." Garlan laughed and said, waving Tal to leave quickly, "It's not a big deal."

As soon as Garlan finished speaking, the temperature around him suddenly dropped by ten degrees, making Tar shiver from the cold.

He looked tremblingly at the priest whose eyes had become cold, and left obediently.

As a result, there were only two people, one big and one small, left in the huge school hall.

"Nothing? No big deal? You look at this and really think 'no big deal'?!"

In front of other people, he wanted to save some face for His Highness the Prince, so he tried his best not to say a word. As soon as the others left, Shemuer unceremoniously started bombarding Garlan.

He pointed at the leaky paper in Garlan's hand, and stared at Garlan with cold eyes that seemed to freeze.

"Your Highness, you are not stupid, you just don't care."

Shemuer's voice sounded emotionless and indifferent.

"You're repeating the same mistakes every time, and instead of trying to fix them, you let yourself keep making mistakes."

"I don't know what the reason is, but I can see that you don't have the slightest ambition to improve, you just want to stay where you are, or even retreat."

Priest Shamash looked at the blond little prince with his lips pursed silently, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

He always remembered what King Kamos said to him last time, so even though he didn't have much hope for the child at first, he still performed his duties seriously and taught Garlan meticulously. .

He believed that he treated Garlan and Heymos, whom he was more optimistic about, equally, and never showed favoritism.

Perhaps he also expected in his heart, as King Kamos said, this child has excellent aptitude, but he was mistaken—but the fact made him very disappointed.

He still can't see whether Garlan has the qualifications of an excellent king, but he knows that if Garlan continues like this, he will never be able to become a qualified successor.

"Compared to His Royal Highness Heymos, you are far behind. If this continues, you will always be left behind by him."

After Ximuer said this, he didn't say any more, turned around and left here.

Garlan stood there watching the man's leaving back, looked down at the examination paper in his hand, and then closed the parchment with a snap.

He turned and turned his back on Shemuer.

Taking steps forward, he walked in the opposite direction to Ximuer, and he held the rolled parchment tightly in his hand.

Shemul, the priest of Shamash, my mentor, you who are destined to betray me in the future, have never been on the same path as me.

Since I am destined to disappoint you after more than eight years, it is better not to give you any expectations in the first place.

……

Walking out of the school hall, there was no one there. Everyone knew that they shouldn't stay here to watch Garlan being reprimanded by the priest, so no one stayed.

The blond child stood on the high altar, looking down at the wide courtyard below.Under the blue sky, the clear water surface of the lake is sparkling with sunlight.The waves reflected in his golden