A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Finding that something was wrong, Suo Jia hurried back,

As soon as he rushed through the gate, he found that the courtyard was in chaos.

When he looked up, he saw the scene high in the sky from afar, which almost didn't stop his heart from beating.

He watched King Garlan fall from the sky.

Even though it was already warm in late spring, he felt that the blood all over his body was frozen into ice cubes.

It’s over.

There are only these two words left in my blank mind at this moment.

……

Just when King Garlan was pressed against the window by the knight captain, no one noticed that a figure hidden in the night was climbing up the outer wall of the palace with bare hands.

That nimble figure climbed incredibly fast, but in just two seconds, it had already climbed more than ten meters.

At this moment, Garlan and Mittayas fell from the window sill which was tens of meters high.

The figure clinging to the outer wall jumped suddenly.

He hugged Garlan tightly, and then fell to the ground with the help of the hook rope without any injuries.

Everything happened too fast.

The period from when Garlan fell from the sky to when he was suddenly caught by someone who jumped out of the shadows and landed safely was only a few seconds.

The brains of everyone watching this scene couldn't keep up with what they saw with their eyes.

For a while, everyone just watched this scene blankly, unable to make any reaction.

After staying for two seconds, Suo Jia, who was the first to react, quickly turned over and dismounted.

Because he was so panicked and flustered, he even staggered when he dismounted, and almost fell forward to the ground.

It's just that this Priest of the Night, who used to pay attention to his image, didn't care about his embarrassment at the moment, rushed to Garlan, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Your Majesty! Are you injured?!"

He was asking nervously, the corner of his eye inadvertently passed over.

Although it is night, the moonlight is very bright.

This glance allowed him to clearly see the face of the man who was half kneeling on the ground and hugging King Garlan tightly.

Suo Jia's pupils shrank violently.

"H-"

As soon as he uttered a sound, those flame-colored eyes that were stained with gold traces glanced at him lightly, and Suo Jia swallowed all the remaining words abruptly.

He knelt on the ground and bowed his head deeply to the other party, not daring to take a breath.

The man raised his hand and covered his face with the wide hood again.

Then, he stood up, holding the boy in his arms firmly across his chest with his strong arms.

The wide dark brown cloak fell down, covering his figure and most of the people in his arms.

Garlan who was being held by him was very quiet, leaning on his chest obediently, without any movement.

Others looked at it from a distance, as if King Garlan, who was being held by this person, was seriously injured and didn't move at all.

"Lead the way to the safe room."

A deep voice sounded in the night.

Suo Jia responded, stood up to lead the way for the people behind him, hurried into the palace, and found another secluded room.

Then, he bowed and saluted, quickly backed out, and closed the door for those two intimately.

Although there was a danger just now, he didn't arrange too many guards to guard the door, and the two guards who stayed in the corridor only asked them to stop those who wanted to go in, and not to disturb King Garlan's rest.

Because there is no need for that.

With that adult by King Garlan's side, it is impossible for anyone to hurt King Garlan.

Finally, I can rest assured.

Suo Jia, who was going to deal with follow-up matters, let out a long sigh of relief while walking outside.

When I walked into the courtyard, a warm night wind blew, and I felt chills all over my body.

Only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

What a night of ups and downs, twists and turns, and thrills.

It will probably become a nightmare in his life.

The priest of Nanna thought with lingering fear.

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From the moment he showed up until he followed Suo Jia to the room he had arranged, Heymos remained silent and didn't say a word.

But his arms holding the person in his arms were tight and steady.

It was as if he was holding a unique and fragile treasure in the world.

A wide cloak enveloped Garlan in his arms.

He couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly at this moment, he could only feel that Garlan was very quiet, leaning against him quietly, without making a sound or moving.

Walking into the depths of the room, he gently placed the person in his arms on the bed.

Then, let go.

However, the moment he let go, the scene of Garlan falling from the sky suddenly appeared in his mind.

The arm that he was holding a person firmly just now trembled at this moment.

The hand that had just been released was hugged back again.

If he didn't come back in time by then...

Heymos knelt on one knee beside the bed, bent deeply, and hugged the boy on the bed tightly.

He closed his eyes, only the warm body in his arms could drive away the slightest chill and fear left in his heart until now.

His face was buried in the soft blond hair, and the familiar breath lingering at the tip of his nose made his frantically beating heart calm down a little bit.

The room was extremely quiet at this moment, only the burning lights on the snow-white stone wall flickered slightly, pulling the shadows of the two people who had almost melted into one body to the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Garlan moved slightly.

As soon as he moved, the black-brown cloak on him slipped off.

The blond hair exposed from under the cloak reflected a soft luster under the light, and Garlan raised his head from Heymos' embrace.

Sensing the movement of the person in his arms, Heymos also raised his head and stepped back a little.

With his right hand, he gently brushed away a strand of messy blond hair scattered in front of the boy's eyes.

He stared at Garlan with eyes full of nostalgia, greedily imprinting on the boy's figure with dissatisfaction, his eyes were as soft as melting flames.

However, after just one glance, Heymos's eyes immediately showed a fierce look.

Garlan's complexion was already fair, which made the bluish-purple bruise on his neck all the more terrifying.

It wraps around its slender neck, looking like it's going to snap off in a second.

The shocking bruises made the corners of Heymos' eyes twitch heavily, and the already sharp lines were even more aura of a blade.

He subconsciously reached out and touched it.

As soon as he touched it with his fingertips, pain appeared on Garlan's face, and his hands froze in the air, not daring to move.

Seeing Garlan's painful expression of frowning and pursing his lips, Heymos felt very distressed.

Letting that guy just fall to his death like this is really cheap for him.

He thought grimly.

"Do you want to call the doctor?"

Heymos looked distressed, but didn't dare to touch it, so he could only ask Garlan cautiously.

Gallan instinctively opened his mouth to answer.

But he opened it for a while, but couldn't make a sound, and then he remembered that his throat was injured too badly, and he lost his voice.

So, he could only shake his head.

In fact, the touch Heymos touched him wasn't too painful. If it was the previous one or someone else, he would definitely hold it back and wouldn't show any expression.

But for some reason, he just doesn't want to hold back now.

He just has a strange sense of grievance that he wants to let the other party know that he is in pain.

Seeing Heymos's appearance of being careful not to touch his wound again, he suddenly felt sour.

Unable to speak, he could only press his lips tightly.

Seeing Garlan's actions, Heymos immediately reacted.

"Can't make a sound?"

He frowned and asked nervously, and comforted Garlan in a low voice,

"Don't worry, it should only be a temporary throat injury, and it will heal in a few days. Don't force yourself to speak these few days."

He said softly,

"Leave the next thing to me. You can rest easy and recuperate. If you have anything to do, write to me."

Garlan still pursed his lips.

The familiar voice is right next to my ear.

A familiar figure is in front of him.

But he had a very unreal feeling, just like the time when he had just learned the news of this person's death, giving people an extremely unreal illusion.

He suddenly thought that he might be dreaming.

He should have fallen asleep.

So, whether Mittayas wanted to kill him, or this man came back to save him, all this was just his dream.

Thinking of this, Garlan's body tensed up involuntarily.

Heymos had originally focused all his attention on Garlan, but when the boy's body tensed, he immediately and keenly noticed it.

He thought that Garlan was afraid because he remembered what happened just now, so he quickly grabbed the other person's shoulder to coax him.

"Garlan, I'm here."

He whispered, distressed.

His voice is very gentle.

"With me here, no one can hurt you."

【I am here. 】

【I will always be there. 】

It's hard to tell whether it's the voice in memory or the real voice, which makes people's thoughts confused, and they can't figure it out.

Garlan raised his head, his eyes were a bit blank.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the person in front of him.

But when he was about to touch that familiar handsome face, his hand stopped in mid-air hesitantly.

There was a rare timidity in his eyes.

That might be the first time a young man who had always been stronger than anyone in spirit showed timidity.

His fingers just stopped in front of Heymos, staring blankly at Heymos, without moving for a while.

Heymos suddenly understood.

Garlan wasn't afraid because he almost died.

His beloved boy has never been tougher than anyone, even in the face of death.

And Garlan's current hesitation and timidity are all because of...

For a moment, Heymos only felt that his heart was filled with something invisible.

It's distressing, with a hint of sourness, but the chest is surrounded by a warm current, which seems sweet, but there is a bit of astringency in the sweetness.

He couldn't tell what that emotion felt like.

But at this moment, the way he looked at the boy in front of him was unprecedentedly gentle, and loving.

He raised his hand, and his big brown hand held Garlan's hand that stopped in mid-air, and put that hand on his face.

"Feel sorry."

The golden-red eyes reflected the shadow of the boy in front of him, Heymos said in a slightly hoarse voice,

"I came back late."

He smiled.

"Garlan, you should trust me. Even if I die, I will die after returning to you."

The slender black eyelashes fell, Heymos lowered his eyes, and with a smile on his lips, he kissed the soft palm of the hand he was holding.

"It's even possible that I will take you with me before I die."

Not even the gods of Aaron Landis can take you away from me.

I swear.

And I will definitely do it.

These are obviously extremely dangerous words, but when whispered by this man, they are more like love words whispered in a lover's ear.

Gentle, eager, touching.

After kissing the hand that was in the palm of his hand, Heymos raised his eyes and met the eyes of Garlan who was watching him.

Garlan looked inquiringly.

Even if he couldn't speak, he could tell from Garlan's eyes what he wanted to ask.

"I also want to return to you as soon as possible."

Heymos lowered his head and rested his forehead on the opponent's head.

The eyebrows touched each other, and the jet-black hair and golden forehead hair were entangled together.

Heymos answered Garlan's silent question with a smile.

"When the mountain rock fell, there happened to be a big rock next to me to block it, and someone rushed over to protect me..."

At that time, several people rushed over to help him block the falling stones.

They all died while he survived the landslide.

"The palace was smashed and the ground sank. I just fell into the part of the underground river and was washed away from the ground."

He whispered, his tone was light, and he couldn't hear much emotion.

"I was unlucky. When I was still in a coma, I was discovered by a team of Gastadians who fled the Kanal King City. They thought I was a member of the ordinary generals, so they arrested me and took me to Gasta. Germany."

Garlan, who was listening quietly, was startled.

Gastade Snowfield.

It turned out that Heymos was taken there, no wonder there was no news about him, no wonder he didn't come back for a long time.

Close your eyes and feel the warmth on your forehead.

Heymos' hand stroked, and stroked again, gently stroking the soft blond hair on Garlan's cheek.

Everything touched by his fingers was so warm, which made him nostalgic.

Gastad, that is a cold country.

If the winter in the northern region of Aaron Landis is cold, then it is severe winter in the Garstad Snowfield.

It was a barren land, covered with white ice and snow all over the sky.

There, even exhaled breath freezes.

Several times, when he was seriously injured and was thrown into the ice and snow, he almost thought that he would not be able to hold on.

……

But he eventually persevered.

【The vitality of this man is like a beast in the snow mountain. 】

Even the Gastadians couldn't help feeling so emotional.

"In the beginning, they wanted me to surrender to them, get Aaron Landis' military information from me, and let me serve them from now on."

"After I refused, they directly auctioned me off as a slave."

"Somebody bought me for a lot of money and I went into the arena and fought other gladiator slaves or wild beasts."

"Later, an accident caused the beasts in the arena to riot, and I took this opportunity to escape."

"Then, I drove all the way back. When I arrived at Kanal, I heard that you were coming to Kanal King City, so I came here directly to find you."

Heymos said in a low voice, he spoke lightly, and his tone was very flat, as if everything he experienced was just some insignificant things.

Survived from the collapse of rocks.

Tortured and tortured at the hands of the Gastadians.

Handcuffed and handcuffed to slavery...

Forced to drag the seriously injured body and wear heavy chains to fight with other gladiators or wild beasts in the arena day after day...

Also, on the way back from Gastard to Aaron Landis... I fell down in the snowstorm several times, rolled down the snowy mountain cliffs, froze in the ice and snow, and almost couldn't wake up again...

………………

All the hardships and tribulations on the way back were buried in the few words Heymos said lightly today.

Garlan opened his eyes and looked at Heymos, his golden eyes blinking lightly.

Then, he stretched out his hand and touched the corner of Heymos' eye.

There was a scar there, running from the corner of the left eye to the ear.

The scar was very deep, and it was obvious that it had not been treated in time, and it looked hideous.

"here?"

Looking at Garlan's questioning eyes, Heymos said flatly.

"It's been a long time. When I was here, it was wiped by falling stones."

He wasn't telling the truth. The scars at the corners of his eyes were actually bitten by a snow bear when he was seriously injured and forced to go to the arena.

"very ugly?"

He touched the scar and couldn't help asking.

Garlan, who couldn't make a sound, naturally couldn't answer, but just looked at him with those bright golden eyes.

Then, Garlan raised his head.

His arms wrapped around Heymos' shoulders.

His lips fell on the scar at the corner of Heymos' eye and kissed it tenderly.

Heymos hugged him.

The boy's lips were soft, with a warm breath.

Just like in memory.

It is the longing and nostalgia for this kind of warmth in memory that allows me to climb out of the cold ice and snow again and again.

——Even in hell, I will return to you——