A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

As a hostage, Aaron Landis' little brother was taken to another place by Heymos.

Garlan didn't bother to give up his efforts to struggle. Anyway, the group of people together probably wouldn't be Heymos' opponent. He had originally planned to see Heymos being bullied by the crowd, and he didn't expect that group of people to really fight against him. What can Heymos do.

However, Heymos would actually make fun of him, which was beyond Garlan's expectation.

The future Heymos is gloomy all the time, and the word joke is not at all suitable for this person.

And the current Heymos... To be honest, when I first met Heymos when I was a boy, this boy seemed quite independent and arrogant, and he seemed to seldom socialize with others, let alone joking with others up.

That kind of thing doesn't exist.

Garlan scratched his head.

It feels like... Heymos seems to be getting... kind of, childish?

Don't know if this change is good or bad.

But, whether this change is good or bad, the question now is—

"Who is your princess?"

Garlan angrily shook off Heymos.

Since walking all the way just now, the boy has been holding his hand tightly and never letting go, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Heymos turned his head and looked at the kid whose cheeks were puffed up from the tantrum.

The child's face was still full of baby fat, but when it bulged up like this, it became even rounder, wrapped in the soft blond hair, making people want to poke it just looking at it.

The young man thought for a while if he stretched out his hand to pinch Garlan's face a few times now, how likely would he be to be hated by Garlan.

After thinking about it, he resisted the urge to pinch the child's soft cheek, and just rubbed the fluffy blond hair.

He said, "Isn't it like that?"

The boy raised his eyebrows and said, "The little princess is always captured by the devil, isn't she?"

If it was before, Heymos himself felt that what he said was very ridiculous.

But now, looking at the angry child in front of him, he couldn't help but want to tease the child again.

Moreover, little Garlan is much cuter than those so-called little princesses in fairy tales.

he thought.

If he were the devil king, he would also grab the one in front of him.

The corner of Garlan's mouth twitched. He looked at the way Heymos raised his eyebrows and looked down at him. He knew in his heart that the more he lost his temper, the more Heymos would be satisfied. What Heymos said was intentional. pissed him off.

I am not angry.

not angry.

The real me is bigger than Heymos, what's the point of being mad at a kid?

After repeatedly admonishing himself in his heart several times, Garlan's anger gradually calmed down.

He raised his head and smiled at Heymos.

"So, you are the Demon King?"

The child seemed to be smiling innocently.

He said: "The knights will come to save the princess and take the princess away, and then the devil will be beaten to death by the knights~~"

Heymos frowned.

It was obviously just a childish thing said by a child, but for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable listening to it.

However, what made him uncomfortable was not the last sentence 'the devil was killed', but the middle sentence.

As long as he thinks that someone will take the kid who is smiling at him away from him, he will feel very uncomfortable.

After saying that sentence intentionally, Garlan saw Heymos frowning.

Immediately, he felt better.

Anyway, as long as Heymos is unhappy, he is happy.

He was thinking about this in a comfortable mood, Heymos seemed to understand something, his frowning brows relaxed, showing an expression of indifference, he raised his hand and patted his head.

"As long as the devil kills all the knights."

Said the dark-haired boy, with an understatement.

The corner of Garlan's mouth twitched again.

"Don't tamper with the ending casually. Everyone knows that the devil is destined to be killed by the knight."

"Tampering? That's not called tampering."

Heymos smiled.

"There is no destiny, and there is no established destiny." He said, raised a hand, and shook it in the void, as if grasping something forcefully, "Our fate is all decided by ourselves."

"........."

This time, Garlan didn't speak any more.

He looked at Heymos silently. This young boy clenched his fists tightly, and his golden-red eyes showed undisguised contempt for the so-called fate.

A person who is strong enough to change his life against the sky...

This is the person who, in the future, forcibly trampled the so-called doomed fate under his feet!

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The sun is shining brightly, and the breeze is blowing slowly, carrying the sweet breath of the morning across the earth.

Early in the morning, a group of people were practicing martial arts.One of the boys with short flaxen hair was standing there, holding a bow in both hands, pulling it away, stretching the bow to the limit.

After concentrating on it for a while, he suddenly let go.

With a bang, the arrow pierced through the abdomen of the puppet target opposite.

The other teenagers around wowed, and the bow instructor next to him also showed a satisfied look and nodded.

All ten arrows were hit, which was the best result so far in this test.This flaxen-colored short-haired boy has always been a leader in archery, and has made great progress.

After the instructor nodded in satisfaction, he turned his attention to the next one.

Then, his eyes twitched slightly.

The next person to take the exam is Prince Garlan.

When the blond little prince stepped forward with a bow and arrow, the surroundings fell silent, and everyone looked at each other, knowing it well.

Sure enough, after Prince Garlan finished shooting the ten arrows, everyone fell silent when they saw the two arrows that were only on the puppet's target—and the two arrows that were at the puppet's knees.

The middle-aged uncle, who is a bow and arrow instructor, rubbed his temples and felt a headache.

It has been almost a month, and Prince Garlan's archery has not improved at all.

Under everyone's silent gaze, Garlan came down dejectedly.

... This time he really didn't deliberately get such a poor result, but that he was really bad at archery.He really didn't understand that with such a distant target, the so-called vital parts looked like a little bit from a distance, so pitifully small—he wondered why some people could shoot accurately?

Garlan was wondering here, and one of the few who shot accurately had already gone up.

A little different from others, Heymos is holding a longbow, which is usually used by adults, because it takes a lot of strength to draw the bow, and the underage teenagers can't draw it to the full. bow.

Heymos stood there, the muscles on his brown-skinned shoulders and arms were tense and slightly bulging almost visible to the naked eye.

The longbow in his hand was firmly pulled into the shape of a full moon, and the bowstring was obviously stretched to its limit.

His fingers, which were tightened to the point of whitening, loosened——

With a buzzing sound, the shot arrow seemed to break through the air, galloped away like lightning, and instantly penetrated the puppet's head.

Without taking a breath, he shot arrow after arrow.

The next few arrows also hit the throat, heart and other vital points of the doll's target, exactly.

There was a moment of silence on the training ground.

Seeing Lie Xinxi, some teenagers who admired the strong couldn't help but want to applaud, but they were worried that the applause would make Prince Garlan uncomfortable, so they could only hold back, but still couldn't help casting their eager eyes on Heymos.

Some people's faces became more and more ugly. They felt that Prince Garlan accidentally missed his hand and his grades were not good, but Prince Heymos performed so well. This comparison—isn't this a deliberate slap in the face of Prince Garlan? ?

That's right, Prince Heymos must have done it on purpose.

At least that's what the fat little Tal, who was glaring at Heymos, felt in his heart.

He thought that Prince Heymos must be jealous of His Royal Highness Garlan being favored, so he deliberately tried to shame His Highness over and over again.

He moved to Garlan's side and patted his chest.

"Wait, Your Highness, I will definitely help you find your place again!"

Garlan glanced at him, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

So the little fat man set off arrogantly.

……

After 10 minutes, he came back disheartened.

His grades were worse than Garlan's. Garlan managed to hit two or three arrows, but he missed all ten arrows.

Just knew it would be like this.

Garlan, who didn't have any hope for the little fat man, thought so.

This time the temporary test is over, and everyone has dispersed in twos and threes.Two or three teenagers hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Heymos and talked to him in a low voice.

For those who took the initiative to talk to him, Heymos, who had been isolated all this time, neither showed a happy expression, nor refused to be thousands of miles away, and talked with those teenagers calmly.

The little fat man stared angrily at the teenagers who took the initiative to talk to Heymos, and wrote down the names of those teenagers in the small notebook in his heart.

To him, the behavior of those few people at this moment is a betrayal of His Highness Garlan, and it is absolutely unforgivable!

Tar was very angry here, but Garlan didn't pay attention at all.He went straight to the bow and arrow testing ground and picked up the bow and arrow again.

To be honest, in terms of knowledge, it's fine for him to cheat and deliberately get a low grade, but in terms of personal martial arts, he still wants to learn seriously.

After all, after leaving this royal palace, he wants to travel the entire continent. Wouldn't it be very dangerous if he didn't have good martial arts skills?

Moreover, among all martial arts, archery is what he values ​​most.

One must know that in his original world, there was a saying that - since ancient times, archers are bad guys.

Of course he must study hard to open and hang things!

only……

He opened the bow again and shot an arrow, watching the arrow passing by the puppet target, Gallan was very depressed.

In fact, his archery skills in previous lives were also very poor.

...Could it be that he really has no talent for archery?

These few lifetimes are doomed not to be a coward?

The child was holding a bow and arrow and was depressed here, when suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and held it in his hand.

"Hold tight and stand still."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Garlan knew who it was without turning around.

"Stand up straight, tense your shoulders, don't exert force with your fingers, exert force from your shoulders and arms."

"Don't stare at the target, stare at the upper part of the target."

Heymos stood behind him and said while covering Garlan's hand with his brown fingers, helping Garlan adjust the subtle bow-holding posture of his fingers.

"Now, let go—"

With a buzzing sound, the sharp arrow galloped away, and hit the chest of the opposite puppet target with a bang.

It's not critical yet, but it's pretty close.

"bingo!"

"Ah."

Seeing the child in his arms showing a happy smile, as if infected, Heymos also smiled.

"Come on, go on," he said, "I'll take you to practice a few more times, just remember this feeling, and you'll be able to shoot yourself."

He was just about to hold Garlan's hand again and lead him to cum a few more times, when suddenly, a commotion sounded from behind.

"king!"

"King Kamos!"

"what--"

The teenagers who hadn't had time to leave bent over in panic, knelt down, and saluted King Kamos who had suddenly come to the training ground.

As soon as Heymos and Garlan turned their heads, they saw that King Aaron Landis with brown hair like a lion was striding forward, and Shemuer and others followed behind.

Something flickered in the boy's eyes, and then he bowed his head in salute, his eyes were blocked by his thick black forehead hair.

"Ah, Brother Wang?"

All the people present knelt down and bowed their heads. Only the blond boy stood there, still holding the bow and arrow in his hand, raised his head, and called out to Brother Wang.

One can tell at a glance that the little king's behavior is because he is used to it. It is conceivable how much King Kamos pampered him.

King Kamos was very happy to come to watch his little brother practice archery, and teach him by the way.

But as soon as he arrived at the training ground, he saw from a distance that King Kamos was not happy.

The kid he didn't like very much came up to his little brother, and was teaching Garlan how to shoot arrows.

That doesn't work.

Kamos thought dissatisfied.

From now on, it is his right to teach his younger brother how to practice swordsmanship, riding, and archery... Cough, no, it is his responsibility.

How could anyone else be allowed to take away this right... no, responsibility?

"Come on, Brother Wang will teach you."

Kamos ignored Heymos who was standing beside him, and patted the head of his little brother with a smile.

"Brother Wang is very good at archery." He stood behind Garlan enthusiastically, leaned over, and stretched out his hand to hold Garlan's hand and teach him how to shoot. "Look, it's just like this—"

However, something embarrassing happened.

He was already taller than ordinary people, and Garlan was so small that he didn't even reach his waist. If he wanted to hold Garlan's hand, he had to squat down.

But squatting down, it is not easy to teach Garlan the skill of drawing the bow vigorously.

Moreover, his palm was so big that it could completely wrap Garlan's small hand in one fell swoop, and his fingers were also thick, so it was impossible to fine-tune the posture of Garlan's fingers holding the bow.

"Your teaching method is wrong."

King Kamos was struggling, when Heymos, who had been watching coldly, suddenly spoke.

"what?"

"The bow-holding posture you are teaching now is the way to use a strong bow—I know you are used to using a strong bow, but you also know that different bows have different ways of using them, and there are subtle differences in gestures and other aspects. And Garlan cannot use a strong bow, if you teach him with your habit of controlling a strong bow, you will only teach him in the wrong direction."

King Kamos: "...Oh."

After he finished, he had no choice but to give up teaching his little brother how to archery with his own hands, and stood up resentfully.

Garlan held the bow in his hand, thought for a while, turned his head, and looked at Heymos with his big golden eyes.

"Then you continue to teach me?"

Garlan thought.

A mortal enemy belongs to a mortal enemy, but he will never be polite to learn from a mortal enemy.

For the sake of so-called self-esteem, it would be stupid to let the people who have the best archery skills here, except King Kamos, not learn it.

Heymos didn't say a word, just walked straight over, standing behind Garlan just like before, holding his hand and continuing to teach him.

King Kamos stood behind and watched.

Although Heymos was older and taller than Garlan, he was only a few years older. As long as he bent down, he could just wrap Garlan in his arms.

He stood behind Garlan, while holding Garlan's hand to teach gestures, the posture was just right for him to come close to Garlan's ear, and he whispered in Garlan's ear.At first glance, it looks like two children are chatting intimately together.

Kamos was getting more and more depressed.

He always had the feeling that his little brother was snatched away by this stinky brat.

He turned around depressedly and left here.

Garlan was so engrossed in learning archery from Heymos that he didn't notice that his brother left sadly.

Heymos, who noticed it, turned his head and took a look. No one noticed, and the corner of his mouth raised indistinctly.

King Kamos, who had left in a happy mood and returned disappointed, thought about it on the way back and spoke.

"Shemur."

"Yes?"

"I haven't exercised much in the past few days. Come, go to the arena and practice with me."

"Yes."

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Then the priest of Shamash, who was not as powerful as the Lion King, was beaten unceremoniously by King Kamos in the arena.