A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The once-a-week court meeting came to an end amidst the discussions among the ministers, and everyone withdrew, but they were all full of thoughts.

Some people frowned, some were thoughtful, and some were full of anticipation.

The news will spread quickly, and I'm afraid that within a day, the entire King City will know that King Garlan intends to send troops to Kanal.

After returning to the palace, Garlan was unaware of the fact that he threw such a huge thunder, his understatement looked as if he just gave an order that could only be taken for granted.

"Finally comfortable."

He raised his head and poured most of the ice water brought up by the maid in one breath, and the boy let out a long sigh of relief.

Sitting in the bright hall for a long time in such hot weather almost killed him.

Even if ice cubes were placed in the main hall to cool it down, such a large area and so many people would not be worth it at all.

Back in the cool government affairs room of his palace, sitting on the cool obsidian bench, holding ice-cold water in his hand, Garlan felt relieved.

He leaned slightly on the bench and relaxed slightly.

"Finally able to send troops to Kanal, the stone in your heart must finally fall."

Kaihos didn't speak until Garlan finished drinking the water.

"Ah."

Holding the cold sky-blue glass in his arms, feeling the coolness inside, the boy hummed.

He tilted his head, his blond hair scattered on his cheeks, passing a golden streamer.

"More than half a year ago, I transferred Teva from your command to the west to let him practice under Kareni. At that time, I gave him a secret order to let him pay attention to the Aaron Landis who fell into slavery in Kanal As far as possible, find out the situation as clearly as possible.”

"At the same time, the rangers under Shulos have also been assisting Teva to find out about their movements."

The slender eyelashes drooped, Garlan whispered.

"They've been doing very badly and a lot of them have died."

The heroic Aaron Landis warrior died at the hands of the enemy in a humiliating way as a slave.

"It's my incompetence as a king that I couldn't rescue them earlier."

Said the young king with downcast eyes, his expression seemed lost.

Aaron Landis was still in chaos at the time, and he really had no energy left to save the soldiers who had become prisoners of war.

This worry has been on his mind for more than a year, and many people have died during this year.

If he could settle Aaron Landis down sooner...

"No, you did everything you could, so..."

Before Kehos finished speaking, Shemuer, who was standing aside, spoke.

"King Garlan, please don't be too arrogant."

The high priest of Shamash stood aside with a straight posture, and interrupted Kaihos' words to comfort Garlan with a blank expression.

Even in the sweltering summer, his clothes are meticulous and clean without any dust.

"Please keep in mind that you are just a king with fair aptitude."

He frowned and looked down at the young king who was sitting, with a displeased tone.

"Even if it is a real god, it is not omnipotent."

He reprimanded Garlan in a stern tone.

"You're just a human being, but you think you can do everything you want?"

Suddenly, he was severely reprimanded by his own high priest, and Garlan was stunned for a while.

He looked at Shemuer and blinked blankly.

The next second, he laughed.

"You are right, Ximuer, I am arrogant."

Things don't go our way, and even the gods aren't omnipotent.

It is Wang's dereliction of duty to not do what he can do.

But if you can't do it, you have to force it. This becomes arrogance.

Shemur was telling him.

He can't do everything, he can only do his best.

"You have never forgotten them, and you have been working hard to save them. My lord, your kindness is enough to satisfy them."

Kaihos leaned over and half-kneeled in front of Garlan, with one hand on his chest.

Looking up, the handsome face under the blond hair of the scorching sun knight smiled resolutely at his majesty.

"please do not worry."

He says,

"I will definitely bring your soldiers and people back to Aaron Landis."

"I leave it to you, Keyhors."

Garlan answered his knight with a smile.

……

Aaron Landis will go to Canal in a month.

The news spread like a tornado.

All of a sudden, the countries on the mainland were talking about it.

Of course, the biggest reaction was the Gastad who occupied Kanal.

While letting the false king declare to the entire continent that Aaron Landis' behavior was an act of aggression, they quickly mobilized troops to the border between Kanal and Aaron Landis.

Get ready.

……

………………

More than half a month passed by in a flash.

Seeing that summer is coming to an end and autumn is approaching, the hot climate has become cooler.

For more than half a month, because both Kaihos and Heymos had to personally intervene in the matter of the military reform of the legion to ensure that there were no problems, so the two of them have been working together during this period of time. I was so busy that I turned my back on my back.

The two of them spent most of their time in the military camp, and they only went back two or three times in half a month.

Garlan, who was in charge of government affairs, was also very busy during this period. After the busy summer political affairs came to an end, he was relieved, and he wanted to ask how the reform of the two-member legion was progressing.

However, for several days, he failed to see either of them.

When I asked the attendants, I realized that the two were too busy to stay in the barracks.

He thought that the two of them were busy running around, if he called them back just to check the progress, it would be a waste of time to go back and forth, so he gave up and just told the attendants to pay attention to when they would come back.

Two days later, one night, Garlan heard a report from the guards that Heymos had returned to the palace tonight.

He thought for a while, and simply went to Heymos' palace by himself.

He must have a clear understanding of the progress of the reform of the legion. After all, he has already announced in front of the ministers that he will go out in a month. If something happens in the middle, it will be troublesome.

After entering Heymos' palace, he heard from the female officer here that Heymos went to the back courtyard to practice martial arts after eating. Garlan thought about it, and raised his hand to stop Heymos The magistrate Moss called.

He asked everyone to wait outside, and then walked into the back courtyard by himself.

The night is already deep, and autumn is approaching, and the climate at night has become much cooler than before.

Garlan walked in, and within a short distance, he saw a familiar figure under the blue stone wall in the middle of the courtyard.

In the silent night, on the green velvet grass, Heymos sat on the grass with one left knee bent, leaning against the blue stone wall.

He bowed his head, and the black hair scattered on his forehead blocked his eye sockets.

He sat quietly leaning against the stone wall, even if Garlan walked towards him, he didn't respond at all.

Garlan squatted down in front of Heymos.

Under the black forehead hair, the man's eyes are closed.

Heymos seemed to be asleep, and he was still in a deep sleep.

Even though Garlan was so close, he remained motionless, completely unaware that there was another person beside him.

Kneeling in front of Heymos and looking at Heymos's deep sleep, Garlan became playful for a moment.

He reached out and poked Heymos' face lightly with his fingertips.

Hmm, softer than expected.

he thinks.

After being poked by him like this, Heymos still didn't wake up, but his slender eyelashes moved slightly, and his lips pursed.

It seems a little impatient.

Garlan, who found Heymos' expression very amusing, couldn't help poking him a few more times.

Probably because he was too exhausted, Heymos fell into a deep sleep, and didn't wake up after being harassed by Garlan.

It's just that when he was poked in the face by Garlan, the corners of his eyes struggled to move, and his thin lips pursed and pursed.

Garlan couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw that look of being bullied that he couldn't see in ten thousand years.

Forget it.

Stop bullying him.

After all, it was not an easy task even for Heymos to complete such a heavy task of remodeling the army within a month.

It seemed that the past half month had really exhausted him.

However, even though he is so busy, he still doesn’t forget to take time to torture himself... No, it’s the unremitting training of training himself, which is almost harsh to himself day after day. The great power of fear.

Garlan's eyes softened.

As if to appease the other party, his fingers gently caressed the cheek that he poked just now.

Let him sleep a little longer.

Thinking of this, Garlan turned and sat beside Heymos, intending to wait for Heymos to wake up by himself.

With his head raised, he leaned against the blue stone wall, with one hand on his raised knee.

Long golden hair fell from his shoulders, and the stars falling from the night sky danced in his golden hair.

The starry sky is full of stars.

The boy raised his head and stared at the thousands of stars in the night sky.

The cool night wind blew slowly, gently brushing the golden hair tips scattered in the corners of his eyes, his golden pupils seemed to reflect countless stars in the night sky.

The courtyard is very quiet in the dark.

He could hear the rush of the babbling brook that circled the courtyard, and the rustle of the tall olive tree tops shaking in the night wind. . . .

The boy's brows and eyes stretched, and his whole body relaxed.

The night wind blowing over his cheeks brought the light fragrance of sporadic flowers, which made people feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.

Suddenly, the right shoulder sank, as if something was pressing on it.

Garlan turned his head to look.

Heymos, who had fallen asleep with his back against the stone wall and lowered his head, slid towards him at some point, with his head tilted on his shoulder.

Garlan raised his hand subconsciously, trying to push Heymos away.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, he stopped hesitantly.

Heymos still closed his eyes and was still in a deep sleep.

Leaning on his shoulder, the man breathed lightly and evenly, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, which were sharp in the past, showed a little sleepiness and exhaustion at this moment.

Garlan suddenly softened his heart.

Forget it.

In the final analysis, Heymos was so tired that he fell asleep directly in the courtyard because he said he would send troops in a month.

He is somewhat responsible.

It's just letting Heymos sleep on his back for a while, and he won't lose a piece of meat.

Garlan looked at Heymos who was leaning on his shoulder and thought about it, and didn't move.

Instead, Heymos moved his head subconsciously, as if he wanted to adjust to the most comfortable position on his shoulders to make himself more comfortable.

However, when the other party moved his head, the jet-black hair hanging on his shoulders naturally followed suit.

The fine ends of hair brushed against his neck, and a little longer fell to his collarbone, a little itchy.

With this itch, Garlan couldn't help raising his hand, pinching the strand of hair that swept across his most sensitive collarbone.

Perhaps it was because of being blown in the night wind for a long time that the man's hair was a little cool.

The hair pinched at the fingertips is very soft, it is completely unsuitable for its owner's delicateness and softness, like the finest ice silk satin.

Because it felt so good, Garlan couldn't resist rubbing it with his fingertips.

Rub it again.

Garlan rubbed the hair on his fingertips, then lowered his head to look.

The young man leaned against him, his slanted head resting on his shoulder, his fine black hair fell down from one side, exposing most of his forehead.

Dark cyan runes adorn it.

A drop of water slipped from the side of the cheek, reflecting the moonlight, and the brown skin glowed with a light luster.

The young man's appearance is undoubtedly handsome, but the sharp and narrow eye corners make this handsome look like a sharp knife.

The thin lips are a trace of cold color.

A lone and dangerous beast is sleeping soundly.

right beside him.

This dangerous beast is attached to him.

In front of him, he would carefully restrain his sharp minions, suppress the hostility in his eyes, and suppress the ambition in his heart.

...just to be by his side.

Therefore, Garlan couldn't help softening his heart towards this person.

To be honest, Heymos is really an extremely good man.

handsome.

powerful.

wise.

Resolute and decisive.

A man's bones seem to be born with a powerful spirit, as well as the perseverance and resilience cultivated after suffering from childhood.

The dangerous aura emanating from his body exudes a fatal allure.

No matter how he looked at it, Garlan felt that Heymos should be the so-called Son of Destiny.

Looking down at the sleeping Heymos' face, Garlan was thinking wildly, when he suddenly saw a drop of water slowly oozing from Heymos' forehead.

The drop of sweat slid down the brown forehead, and it was about to seep into the corner of the eye.

He raised his hand subconsciously, and pressed his fingertips against the corner of Heymos' eyes, catching the drop of sweat.

Perhaps because he felt his touch, Heymos' eyelashes twitched.

Heymos's eyelashes were not thick, but very long, and each one was slender and distinct. When he moved, the long eyelashes passed over his fingertips.

The strange touch from his fingertips made Garlan startled for a moment, and when he reacted, he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But before he could withdraw his hand, Heymos turned his face.

Inadvertently, and by coincidence, the other party's lips brushed lightly against the fingers that he hadn't had time to retract.

The soft touch that is different from the cheeks came from the fingertips.

There was an inexplicable feeling like an electric shock.

While withdrawing his hand, Garlan almost subconsciously looked towards the place where his finger had just touched.

It's lips.

His eyes fell on the other's lips.

Heymos's lips were very thin, and the lip color was also very light, revealing a sense of coldness.

Especially when you sip it, it is like a blade.

It is said that people with thin lips are very cold-hearted.

However, thinking of Heymos's ferocious desire to eat him alive every time he kissed him, Garlan couldn't help but think, why is this guy so cold-hearted?

Obviously, he is usually accommodating and indulgent when dealing with him, almost obeying him unconditionally, but only in this kind of matter, Heymos is so tough that he does not give him the slightest chance to breathe, and always pushes him to almost The point of suffocation.

Moreover, at that point, that guy always showed a dissatisfied expression on his face.

Every time, it was this guy who forced him to kiss him.

He was always dizzy by the viciousness of the opponent.

Speaking of it... Although he has kissed several times, he still doesn't know what the touch of lips is...

Heymos loved to kiss him so much.

Dear... how does it feel?

The moonlight fell on the handsome face of the sleeping man, and a little light shone on the cold thin lips.

I can't tell whether it was bewitched by the moonlight falling on the corner of the lips, or because of something else.

Garlan lowered his head lightly, moving towards those thin lips.

The boy's long blond hair fell down his shoulders.

The moonlight was like water, flowing on the two of them.

Suddenly, a crisp bird song sounded from the courtyard, instantly breaking the tranquility of the night.

Garlan, who was awakened by the bird song, looked at the thin lips that were close at hand - they almost touched them.

He was stunned for a moment.

In the next second, he immediately realized what he almost did.

For a moment, the boy's face turned red.

He pursed his lips tightly, and lightly straightened Heymos, letting him lean against the bluestone wall again.

And he couldn't look at the other person directly, got up and left quickly.

His steps were light, as if afraid of waking someone up.

The long golden hair was blown up by the night wind, exposing the reddened ears of the boy who left in a hurry.

…………

The night bird on the tree didn't know the consequences of its call. It had just finished eating and drinking at night, and at this moment it couldn't help singing happily again.

But then, there was a snap.

A stone hit its body and knocked it from the tree.

That sound became its last call.

Under the canopy of trees rustling in the night wind, Heymos, who was leaning against the bluestone wall, opened his eyes.

Looking at the night bird that was knocked down by the stone he ejected, he let out a low, extremely unwilling 'tss'.

Then, Heymos looked up.

Looking at the direction Garlan left just now, in the dark night, the golden-red eyes flowed with a flame-like red streamer.

It is said that the thin lips, which symbolize cold heart and indifference, slowly raised a gentle arc.