A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Petals like tiny snowflakes were rolled up by the warm wind and fell from the sky.

They passed by the boy who was held in mid-air, and occasionally a few petals were stained on the boy's flowing golden hair.

He was clearly ready to land, but he was grabbed by a big brown hand that suddenly stretched out in mid-air, and Garlan was immediately taken aback.

He looked at Heymos who was holding him, and his hands, still hanging in the air, instinctively pressed the black shoulder armor on Heymos' shoulders, and he didn't seem to have reacted yet.

Those slightly wide-open golden eyes stared at Heymos in a daze, as if he was trying to think about why this person suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

It's like a kitten who jumped up and wanted to run away was suddenly lifted into the air by someone. The dazed eyes with a little confusion are so cute that the corners of Heymos' lips rise Get stronger and stronger.

He didn't put Garlan down either, just continued to hold it in the air.

A few strands of soft gold threads hung down from above and scattered on his bare arms, like golden ornaments wrapped around honey-colored skin.

"Caught."

Heymos let out a low voice with a hint of a smile.

He looked up at Garlan.

It was obviously slightly raised eyes with sharp lines, but when looking at the young man lifted by him, the tenderness at the bottom of those golden red eyes seemed to overflow.

Even the tiny petals that passed by his side seemed to be infected with this gentle breath, and were dyed a little soft pink by the setting sun.

Garlan, who came back to his senses, patted Heymos on the shoulder vigorously.

"Put me down."

He said angrily as he was held up in the air and couldn't use his strength.

Heymos smiled, and put Garlan down obediently.

Even though he possessed a powerful force that far surpassed others, his action of putting the boy down was still extremely careful and gentle, as if he was holding a treasure that would shatter when the wind blows.

Even though Garlan had already landed, his fingers were still firmly gripping Garlan's waist, and he released it only after confirming that he was completely stable.

"When did you come back...uh, no, how do you know I'm here?"

Gallan was puzzled.

It has become a daily routine for me to disappear from time to time, and even the rigid and serious Shemuer is about to lose his temper by being tormented by him.

He still has a sense of proportion, even if he disappears, it will usually not exceed three or four hours, and he will go back by himself when the time is up.

When he was not very proficient at the beginning, Ximuer could find him quickly, but as his sneaking skills became more and more proficient, if he didn't take the initiative to go back, Ximuer could hardly find him.

However, what puzzled Garlan was that no matter where he hid, Heymos could always find him easily.

Just like now, even if this guy hasn't returned to the palace before he sneaks away, he can catch himself straight.

"Come back an hour ago."

Heymos cunningly answered only the first question.

In the sky above his head, the black eagle that could only see a small black spot because it flew too high spread its wings and flew into the distance.

Under the sharp eagle eyes, the entire vast palace can be seen at a glance.

Anu circled around the palace, finding Garlan was the easiest thing to do.

Of course Heymos would not tell Garlan about this.

It was the same this time, Black Hawk Anu led him to find this place.

The inside of the white stone wall.

In the small garden surrounded by high stone walls, the young man lying sideways on the azure cloak on the grass was sleeping soundly. His long golden hair was spread out on the grass, reflecting the sun, like flowing gold stream.

separated by a wall.

The exterior of the white stone wall.

The sun fell on the handsome face of the man in black armor leaning on the stone wall with his arms folded and his knees bent. He lowered his head slightly, and his drooping eyelashes cast light shadows on his cheeks.

Heymos waited silently.

He could clearly hear the familiar shallow breathing of the boy in light sleep coming from the opposite side of the stone wall.

The dense olive tree crown above shrouded his upper body in mottled shadows. Occasionally, a few small white petals fell from the waiting man.

The thin lips were pursed lightly, at this moment, even the shadow of the eyelashes falling on his cheek seemed to reveal a bit of tenderness.

He waited patiently for a long time, and finally he saw the boy who fell from the sky.

He reached out and grabbed him.

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"How did you know I was going to jump from here?"

Heymos raised his hand and casually pointed at the olive tree above with his thumb.

"Only here is this tree sticking out of the wall."

"...how long have you been waiting here?"

"One hour."

"........."

Does that mean Heymos found him as soon as he got back to the palace?

Garlan glanced at Heymos.

It seems that this guy came to him directly as soon as he came back, and the armor on his body has not been replaced yet.

"You should go back and change the armor first."

As Garlan spoke, he raised his hand and tapped the pitch-black breastplate with his knuckles.

Heymos's armor was specially made, and it was far stronger than ordinary armor. Ordinary weapons could not harm it at all, but relatively, its weight was also far stronger than ordinary armor.

…Anyway, Garlan is self-aware. If he wears it, let alone fighting, he can be overwhelmed by just walking for a while.

"Even if you don't feel heavy, normal people will feel hot in this weather, right?"

The hand that hit the opponent's chest was held by Heymos. As soon as Garlan raised his eyes, he met the eyes of Heymos who lowered slightly and stared at him.

Those golden-red eyes seem to be filled with the sunset glow on the horizon at this moment.

Heymos looked at Garlan, as if wrapping the boy's figure in the crimson sunset glow in his eyes.

He said, "I want to see you."

Even if it's a second earlier.

Although the latter sentence was not uttered, Garlan could clearly read the meaning from the pair of golden-red pupils staring fixedly at him.

This is not a deliberate sweet talk.

Garlan knew very well that the man in front of him was simply expressing what was in his heart.

Heymos has never been so frank in declaring his feelings in front of him.

However, it is this kind of natural calm attitude that makes people... hard to resist.

Perhaps it was because the setting sun was still very hot, Garlan felt that the tips of his ears were a little hot.

Suppressing the slightly hot feeling in his heart, he opened his mouth, just about to say something.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The loud noise came from inside the stone wall.

It seemed that someone punched the stone wall hard inside, and the force was so great that the hard stone wall seemed to shake.Even the olive tree leaning against the stone wall shook, and the rain of pure white petals fell on the two people under the tree.

Uh, almost forgot.

Shemur is still inside.

Garlan, who was covered in tiny white petals, finally remembered the high priest chasing after him.

He was so angry that he smashed the wall in front of his subordinates regardless of his image...

Garlan could even imagine Shemuer's face turning livid with anger inside the stone wall.

Facing the high priest who was in a rage, the young king resolutely decided to avoid his edge first.

Escape first.

According to past experience, confronting Ximuer who was in a rage was no different from courting death. It would be better for him to wait until Ximuer's anger dissipated before going back.

"Walk."

Garland said.

He didn't wait for Heymos to answer, the hand that Heymos held on his chest turned backhand and grabbed Heymos' hand tightly.

Then, he dragged Heymos and fled in a hurry, throwing the angry high priest into the stone wall.

The moment he was dragged away by Garlan, Heymos was taken aback.

But he reacted quickly.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell from the back of the boy who was dragging him away to the hands they were holding tightly.

The way they are now...is it a bit like elopement?

The black knight, who was unparalleled on the battlefield and made everyone fearful, was thinking this secretly in his heart at the moment, and then he was satisfied with his brain.

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He ran to a remote place along the way, and when he was far away, he was sure that the high priest of his family could not catch up and could not be found, so Garlan stopped.

He bent over, pressed his hands on his thighs, and panted violently.

For fear of being caught up by Shemuer, he didn't dare to stop at all, and ran at the fastest speed for more than ten minutes before he dared to stop to catch his breath.

The weather was already hot, and during this run, sweat oozed from his forehead, and the blond hair on his forehead stuck to his skin, which was really uncomfortable.

Garlan turned his head and looked around, seeing a pool not far away, he straightened up and walked over quickly.

A few white lotus flowers are still in bud, shaking gently in the wind.

The emerald green lotus leaf floats on the clear water, undulating up and down with the fluctuation of the flowing water, and a few drops of water roll on the emerald green leaf.

The young man leaned over and knelt by the pool, reached out and splashed a puddle of clear water on his face.

He closed his eyes, and the remaining water droplets slid down the white skin of his cheeks, and dripped back into the pool from his chin.

The refreshing cold water took away the heat from the face, washed away the sweat, and made people feel much refreshed.

He exhaled softly, then stood up.

Raising his hand, he casually pushed back the blond hair that had fallen from his shoulders to his chest. Garlan turned around and was about to walk back.

But as soon as he took a step, he tripped suddenly, causing him to shake unsteadily.

Garlan's reaction was extremely quick, and he reached out and pressed his hand on the nearby rock, stabilizing his body.

And at the same moment when he stood firm, the hand that suddenly stretched out from the side was already behind him, obviously trying to catch him who almost fell.

However, Garlan stood firm now.

So the outstretched arm of Heymos was just hanging in mid-air beside Garlan's side, which seemed a bit redundant.

So Garlan, who didn't need Heymos' help at all, reached out his hand very simply, and directly pushed away the arm that wanted to protect him.

He looked down at his right foot, looking for the cause of his nearly tripping.

Because of the heat, he now wears light, cool, thin-soled sandals with long white straps that cross and wrap around the calf.

He saw at a glance that the white belt wrapped around his right calf was unraveled. It seemed that when he got up after washing his face while kneeling by the pool just now, he was caught by a short branch next to him. Pulled away.

So he stumbled.

Garlan leaned over directly, wanting to squat down and fasten the loose belt.

But before he had time to bend down, Heymos suddenly reached out and grabbed his waist, just like he did just now, lifting him up all at once.

Garlan was startled, and in the next second, he was already sitting on the rock beside him.

He was lifted up by Heymos like a child and placed on the rock.

Heymos bent over and knelt in front of Garlan.

He rewound the unraveled white belt around his fair calf, and fastened it again for Garlan.

——The behavior that should be done by a servant or a servant was done by this man with a natural attitude.

His calm posture made this humble behavior not at all awkward, but gave people an indescribable gentleness.

"All right."

After tying Garlan's shoelaces, Heymos looked up.

He looked at Garlan with pampering eyes, like a bottomless deep sea, almost drowning in it.

Garlan was a little dumbfounded.

He remembered the incident when he was caught when he jumped down, the incident when he just tripped over Heymos and immediately reached out to protect him, and now, he didn't even let him tie the shoelaces... …

"Heymos, there is no need to do this."

He sighed and said rather helplessly,

"Don't you think you're a little overprotective like this? There's really no need..."

"probably."

After glancing at Garlan, Heymos replied.

As he spoke, he stood up.

But then he leaned forward again, pressing his hands on the rocks on both sides of the boy.

Relying on his height advantage, he pressed down condescendingly, almost holding Garlan who was sitting on the rock in his arms.

"However, that's also because 'My Majesty' is so lovable that I can't restrain my desire to protect him."

It was obviously an extremely deep voice, but it was slightly raised on the words "My Majesty".

The voice was very soft, almost a whisper.

"So, in the final analysis, it's all your fault."

Heymos's deep eyes fell on the slightly red ear tips of the young man in front of him.

His throat twitched slightly, suppressing his desire to grab the soft ear tip in one bite.

He squinted his eyes and chuckled softly in Garlan's ear.

"Understood? ... Mine, Your Majesty."