A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The wind had stopped, and the fiery red petals flying around the two fell to the ground.

Like the flowers withering from the branches in an instant, the fire color also reveals a certain sense of loneliness.

The hall was silent for a moment.

It was as if time had suddenly broken the thread, and the air froze at this moment.

Before he could utter a single word, the black knight who was rushed to answer by the other party stood there in a daze.

He seemed to be completely dumbfounded, maintaining the posture of holding the opponent's shoulders, staring blankly at Garlan.

Because the opponent was more than a head taller than himself, Garlan had to raise his head to meet the opponent's gaze.

Now Heymos was stunned, unable to give any response.

If the opponent doesn't move, he naturally can't move.

Tired of looking up all the time...

Thinking of this, Garlan raised his hand, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and pulled it off his shoulder.

"I said, I refuse."

The boy repeated again.

He smiled again at Heymos.

The smile is as bright as the sun, and as sweet as the buds that bloom in early spring.

With a bright and sweet smile, he said a few words that hit Heymos hard.

"Wait, wait a minute, Garlan."

Heymos showed a rare flustered expression.

He said, "You probably don't know what I'm going to say, wait a minute, I'm not going to tell you about the military..."

The black knight, who was at a loss, still held on to his last hope, trying to deceive himself and others.

Garlan sighed.

"Heymos, look at the flowers all over the ground."

He spread his hands, showing off the delicate fiery red flowers under his feet.

He tilted his head and asked Heymos.

"You really think I'm going to have no idea what you're trying to say in this situation?"

Garlan admitted that he was a little slow in terms of emotions.

But stupid doesn't mean stupid.

Does Heymos really think that he is the kind of person who is stupid enough to think that the other party is talking to him about military issues in the flowers?

Regarding the fact that Heymost arranged for himself to revisit the former place of death—especially he meticulously reproduced the scene of the sea of ​​fire at that time with a field of fiery red roses.

Garlan said that he was very moved by this, and then decisively rejected Heymos' courtship again.

Oh, and Heymos didn't even have time to confess his confession this time.

But it doesn't matter.

Regardless of the twists and turns in the process, the result is the same anyway, no difference, right?

"Of course, if you want to think that way, I don't mind if you say it now and I say 'I refuse' again."

Garlan said to Heymos with a smile.

It doesn't matter to him to repeat the normal steps.

Anyway, he only needs to say these three words again, and it's not troublesome.

Heymos: "..."

devil.

Without saying a word of confession, after hearing "I refuse" three times in a row, Heymos felt that he was stabbed three times in the chest.

Immediately, the tall man collapsed.

He stood still and said nothing, his thin lips were pursed, and the black hair on his forehead was messily scattered around the corners of his eyes.

His appearance at the moment, no matter how you look at it, looks like a mighty and fierce big black wolf that was abandoned by its master, its ears were pulled down, its tail was drooped down, and it crouched on the ground dejectedly, looking very pitiful up.

Heymos pursed his lips tightly, his eyes fixed on Garlan.

There was a faint look of grievance in the bottom of the golden red eyes.

If it was changed to before, Garlan would have softened his heart.

But at this moment, he felt that his heart was as strong as iron.

The anger in his heart was still burning.

The half a year when the first life came to Aaron Landis was his most unbearable memory.

Alone and thrown into a strange place by the so-called gods, no one knew how terrified and helpless he felt at that time.

In the end, he just died in the sea of ​​fire.

…………

So how could he agree to the courtship of Heymos in this situation—? !

"Is there nothing else? Then I'll go first."

Garlan, who was full of displeasure, stepped forward and walked straight past Heymos as he said so.

As he walked, he added something casually.

"By the way, don't forget to tidy up all the flowers on the ground."

The flaming flowers all over the house are really disgusting to look at.

However, just as he passed Heymos, a pair of hands stretched out from behind.

He was hugged from behind.

One of those two arms was around his shoulders, and the other tightly clasped his waist, holding him tightly.

Heymos, who was behind him, leaned over and hugged him from behind.

The man's body was already much taller than him, holding him in his arms, his chin rested on the top of his head, as if his whole body was embedded in it.

Gallan subconsciously pressed his hands on the arm that was clasped around his waist, and pulled it hard a few times.

Not moving.

He could only give up this futile behavior.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful?"

Garlan asked angrily.

Heymos didn't say anything immediately.

He leaned over and put his arms around Garlan, and lowered his head, right next to Garlan's cheek.

His jet-black hair fell on Garlan's shoulders, and he buried his face in Garlan's neck for a long time.

After a long while, he muffledly spit out two words.

"...not pretending."

He really felt aggrieved.

For a long time, there were always various people around Garlan who hindered him from approaching Garlan.

A group of people guarded him strictly and watched closely all the time.

And Garlan, who was born on the other hand, was still young, ignorant of feelings, not enlightened at all, and had a lot of resistance to the fact that he was also a man.

He was afraid that he would make Garlan feel disgusted if he pushed too hard, so he could only patiently stay by the boy's side, carefully and silently, infiltrating his own existence into Garlan's side bit by bit.

However, every time he confides his love to the boy in his arms, he will be mercilessly rejected by the other party.

once.

Again.

A full four times.

Even a heart made of fine iron can hardly bear it.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, Heymos buried his face on Garlan's shoulder depressedly, and when he turned his head, he saw the soft neck in front of him.

He was rejected again and again, so Heymos, who was in a little mood, didn't think about anything, and he took a bite, and put the soft neck meat in his mouth.

"Heymos!"

He was still upset at first, but suddenly he was grabbed by the neck by the wolf behind him, and Garlan was really angry this time.

When he raised his hand, he slammed his elbow hard into Heymos' chest.

Heymos let go, took a step back, and dodged the blow.

Having won his freedom, Garlan, who was in a panic, didn't stop there. He turned around and raised his foot, bumping his knee and bumping into the retreating Heymos.

Heymos stretched out his right hand, and pressed his palm against the knee that hit his lower abdomen.

The two actually started fighting in the hall like this.

No, the force values ​​​​of these two people are completely unequal.

Therefore, it should be said that the angry Garlan unilaterally attacked Heymos without hesitation, and Heymos had been resisting passively.

During the fight, the flowers on the ground were swept up, shattered, and flew into the air.

For a moment, the sky where the two of them were was filled with flying petals.

The fluttering petals blocked Garlan's sight, and he couldn't help but pause.

And at the moment when he paused, his golden-red eyes suddenly narrowed into narrow arcs, and Heymos' outstretched hand grabbed Garlan's wrist.

With a little force, he pushed Garlan down to the ground.

Garlan was crushed to the ground, lying among the fiery red flowers all over the ground, and the rich fragrance of flowers permeated around him.

His hands were clasped by Heymos and pressed to his side.

Heymos, on the other hand, pressed his whole body on his body, looking down at him with scorching eyes.

He struggled hard, and his hands were clamped tightly, unable to move.

Garlan glared at the man on top of him.

"Let go!"

"...I won't let it go."

"Heymos—"

"I won't let it go."

said Heymos, repeating the words.

His voice was very calm, but his eyes looking down at the boy below him were extremely dangerous.

"Garlan."

he said, staring straight at Garlan.

"You know, I can't let you go."

"........."

Looking into those golden-red eyes, Garlan saw his own figure reflected in them.

Heymos looked at him intently, as if his figure was imprinted in his eyes.

Unable to explain why, the anger in his heart slowly extinguished.

"I rejected you."

Garland said.

"I know."

"I have rejected you many times."

"I remember."

"Maybe I will continue to refuse in the future."

"It doesn't matter."

"...Heymos."

Garlan sighed softly.

By now, he couldn't get angry anymore.

"Most people will change directions when they hit a wall, right? Not to mention they have bumped into it so many times."

Being rejected by him so many times, even an ordinary person's self-esteem can't stand it, let alone someone as arrogant as Heymos.

But this man just wouldn't let go.

He doesn't understand.

Garlan looked at Heymos, thinking in confusion.

Can the so-called love make a person stubborn and persistent to such an extent?

What was that... how did it feel?

His right hand moved slightly, and when Heymos let go of his hand, he raised his hand and touched the man's face with his fingertips.

"Heymos, once, I wanted to kiss you, when you were asleep."

Garland said.

Obviously not long ago, he tried his best to cover up this matter, but at this time, he said it frankly.

"But I don't know, whether it's the same liking as you... or a momentary confusion, or just touched by everything you have done for me, or pity and guilt."

"Sorry, I really don't understand."

"I don't know how long it will take me to understand."

Accepting Heymos was easy.

However, in the future, when he understands, his feelings for Heymos are not love.

How cruel that would be.

He didn't want to do such a cruel thing to Heymos.

He also didn't want to insult Heymos's purest feelings for him with his ambiguous thoughts.

and so……

"Until I figure out my true mood, I won't promise you, and I will continue to refuse."

"I don't know how long this time will take, it may be a year, it may be ten years, or it may be a lifetime."

Caressing Heymos' cheek with his fingertips, Garlan stared intently at those golden-red eyes.

"You give up now, it's still too late."

Heymos looked down at Garlan, the boy was lying on the ground, his long golden hair spread out among the fiery red flowers all over the ground.

His pupils reflected Garlan, as well as the fiery red flowers all over the place, as if there were crimson flames burning in his eyes.

It was a fiery flame that only those under him could ignite.

"I want no one but you."

He said, holding Garlan's hand on his cheek, and holding it to his chest.

He looked at the boy below him with tenderness and attachment.

"I said, 'it' dances only for you."

He will wait.

no matter how long.

He will always be by his beloved boy's side.

He would make Garlan get used to his presence.

Let Garlan depend on him a little bit.

Make yourself an existence like air to Garlan.

He wanted Garlan to never leave him again—just like him.

No matter how long it takes.

…………

Heymos leaned over, and his kiss fell gently on the face of the boy below him.

First the forehead, then the corners of the eyes, the tip of the nose, and the side cheeks.

Finally, he gently kissed Garlan's lips.

What a stubborn guy.

Garlan thought so, but he didn't avoid Heymos' kiss.

He closed his eyes.

The first time I felt the incredible soft touch of each other's lips kissing.

This time the kiss was not warm, it was like a touch of water, and it was gone.

Instead, it made Garlan's heart beat a few times.

Sensing that Heymos had raised his head and left, Garlan opened his eyes and looked at the flowers all over the ground beside him, he couldn't help feeling amused.

"How on earth did you come up with these flowers?"

he asked puzzledly,

"Do you think I'd like flowers? Seriously, I don't like this environment."

It can even be said to be disgusting.

Heymos frowned.

"I asked Fataya, and she said it would make people feel emotional."

Is Fataya lying to him?

She shouldn't have that kind of guts.

"Fataya? Are you asking a woman how to make me fall in love?"

Garlan raised his hand and hammered Heymos's chest, his eyes were full of "Are you stupid?".

Heymos: "..."

He suddenly remembered the fact that 'Fataya is a woman'.

During this period of time, he completely regarded her as his subordinate, completely forgetting her gender.

After a moment of silence, Heymos felt that he shouldn't be so stupid.

Probably because... Concern makes chaos.

Worrying about someone's gains and losses led him to make such a stupid decision in a hurry.

"How about that?"

Heymos took Garlan's hand and put it to his lips.

"Soon, I will return triumphant."

He kissed the white fingers on his lips with a smile on his lips.

"Garlan, I will dedicate Kanal to you."

He says,

"When……"

The long and narrow eyes are slightly curved, and the pupils are like golden red gemstones, shining with a magnificent luster.

Heymos lowered his head, and put his lips close to the tip of the boy's ear.

Accompanied by his warm breath, his deep voice rang in Garlan's ears.

"My lord, please have mercy on me."

……

…………

There was a moment of silence, and after a while, Garlan finally spoke.

"...Heymos."

"Ok?"

"I said, don't speak in my ear with this tone."

Garlan's voice, whose cheeks were burning uncontrollably, was almost choked out through clenched teeth.

"Also, speak human words to me!"

What kind of begging, what pity, what the hell!

Do you think of yourself as the concubine of the harem?