A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

There was a moment of silence in the room.

It was because Schulos and Garlan were hurting each other in some kind of privacy. At this time, a bystander suddenly intervened, or the person he found most difficult to get along with, which made him feel very embarrassed, so he shut up and kept silent. .

Garlan, on the other hand, was stunned by the huge amount of information in Heymos's words, and suddenly felt that he couldn't let Heymos know that he understood, so he pursed his lips and held back. You looked away.

In this sudden silence, Heymos seemed to be unaffected, and he was still walking steadily.

Still holding a glass of water in his hand, he walked up to Garlan and passed the glass over.

"Drink a little first."

He whispered, and directly brought the rim of the water glass to Garlan's pursed lips.

The water glass had already reached his mouth, and Garlan subconsciously opened his mouth.

Then, Heymos gave him a sip of water.

The water was lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, with a hint of sweetness, obviously honey, and a slight citric acidity.

Garlan usually doesn't drink much, he doesn't like the offensive smell very much.

But at the dinner today, several senior generals from the Northland came over to toast him respectfully, and he took a few sips.

Although not much, it is still easy to dry mouth after drinking.

At this moment, Heymos fed him a sip of honey water, and his throat felt much more comfortable. Garlan instinctively opened his mouth again and drank a few more sips.

Heymos looked at Garlan softly, and carefully fed the water one mouthful at a time.

When Garlan realized that something was wrong and reached out to grab the water glass, a little smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he let go of his hand obediently, letting Garlan do it by himself.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes stayed on the boy, and he didn't bother to look at the bard next to him from the corner of his eye.

This doesn't look like a subordinate.

Shuros, who watched from the side and found the atmosphere strangely ambiguous, pouted and couldn't help thinking.

This kind of gentle and considerate appearance is nothing more than a lover.

However, the two of them grew up together, and Mr. Heymos probably loved His Majesty as his younger brother.

Thanks to His Majesty's good temperament, it is not easy to be pampered and pampered by King Kamos, Heymos, Kaihos, the magistrate, the priest and so on since childhood.

Aaron Landis's first straight male bard thought so.

After taking a few sips of honey water, his throat felt much more comfortable. Garlan, who was holding the water glass, turned his head and looked at Shuros again.

"Don't interrupt, you will like the task entrusted to you this time."

"Ha ha."

In the past two years, Shuros, who had been instigated by Garlan to make a fuss, expressed his feelings twice.

"You go to Kanal."

"Go again? Kanal has already become yours, why do you want me to go?"

Seeing the complaining Shuros, Garlan directly took out a parchment and handed it over.

Although Schulos kept talking, when Garlan reached out his hand, he immediately accepted it.

Unfolding the parchment, the bard's eyes lit up with a lazy expression.

"Treasure Map?"

Schloss asked excitedly.

Even if he became Garlan's secret subordinate, Schulos was still a bohemian bard at heart.

Knights and battlefields, love and death, flowers and blood.

Legendary epics, ancient treasures.

For bards, these are key words that stimulate their creativity.

Among them, the word treasure definitely ranks among the top three events they are most interested in.

Carefully spreading the treasure map flat on the table, Schulos looked at it with bright eyes and rubbed his hands excitedly.

Treasures seem to be everywhere in legends and novels, but there are so many in reality.

This is the first treasure map Schulos has seen with his own eyes since he has lived for more than 20 years. Of course, he is very excited about it.

"Well, the treasure of the Kanal royal family."

Garlan said, holding the water cup in one hand, and reached out to tap the treasure map with the other.

"That's what I want you to do, find it."

Schloss raised an eyebrow.

"I found the treasure for you? Wouldn't it be too much of a loss for me?"

Garlan thought for a moment, then nodded.

"That's right, then... you are allowed to take the three items in the treasure by yourself, and they can only be things that have nothing to do with the Kanal royal family."

"Anyway, it was the treasure I found first, no matter how long I secretly took it, you will not know, Your Majesty."

Although he wouldn't really do that, the bard, who always had a feeling of being eaten to death by Garlan and was quite dissatisfied, said so on purpose.

"The royal city of Kanal has been destroyed and is no longer suitable for people to live in for a long time. I plan to use the treasures of the royal family of Kanal to build a new city to house the houses in the original royal city and the refugees whose homes were destroyed by the war."

Garland said, an understatement.

"So, do you still want to take these belongings?"

"...Your Majesty, you are still as cunning as always..."

In fact, I wanted to say cunning, but Schulos stopped in time and swallowed it back, replacing it with cunning.

Garlan stabbed him in the nail again.

It's fine to snatch things from the nobles, but he will never think about the refugees' things. The 'beauty' he admires does not allow him to do such ugly things.

Schulos rolled up the treasure map, rolled it into a bundle, and stuffed it into his arms.

Raising his hand, he deftly moved one side of his forehead to the side, and the bard showed a handsome smile to his Majesty with his signature handsome movements.

"Then it's an agreement. I will help you find this treasure. As a reward, let me take one of my favorite treasures as a souvenir."

After finishing speaking, Schulos turned sideways again, bowed politely to Heymos beside him, and then turned to leave.

Just after taking a step, the bard suddenly remembered something.

He turned around abruptly, and suddenly leaned in front of Garlan.

He said something in a very low voice (he thought) that only he and Garlan could hear.

"What Master Heymos said just now meant that he wanted to teach you... umm... Is it? Actually, I have always been curious about which one is better, the Black Knight or the Sun Knight, when it comes to bed skills."

Having said that, he blinked ambiguously at Garlan with those peach blossom eyes.

"I have collected a little information about the Riding Sun Knight, but this one is just... so when I come back, Your Majesty, remember to tell me about this person's information about whether he is powerful or not."

Schulos spoke low and fast, before Garlan could react, he had already finished speaking quickly, then turned around, went straight out from the French window balcony on the side, and left.

Gallan: "..."

There's a fart for you to keep your voice down!

Schulos left, waving his sleeves, not taking a single cloud with him, leaving only a confused and awkward atmosphere for Garlan in the room.

Garlan knew that with Heymos' hearing ability, he absolutely heard everything Shulos said just now.

He couldn't even pretend to be confused.

When that fellow Shuros comes back after finding the treasure, he will continue to assign him more work!

Garlan gritted his teeth and thought bitterly in his heart.

The room was very quiet, only he and Heymos were left. He really felt embarrassed, so in order to cover up, he took a sip from the cold water glass in his hand, and then took another sip.

As a result, I choked because I drank too fast.

He choked and coughed so badly that the water glass in his hand almost slipped down.

A hand quickly reached out from behind, grasped his hand, and also held the water glass that almost slipped from his hand.

After Garlan regained his breath, he suddenly realized that someone had embraced him from behind.

A pair of brown arms stretched out from behind, one hand helped him hold the water glass, and the other wrapped around his waist.

Garlan didn't look back, but he knew that the man behind him lowered his head.

Because he already felt the warm breath passing over his ear, obviously the other party's lips were already very close to his ear.

The breath wasn't very hot, but for some reason, it was like hot water vapor, making the tips of his ears feel hot.

Even if he couldn't see it, Garlan knew that the tips of his ears must have turned red.

And the red tips of the ears were clearly seen by the people behind him.

Thinking about it this way, his ears became hotter and hotter, and it tended to spread to his cheeks.

"When he comes back, how do you plan to answer his information about me?"

Definitely fueling the fire.

The lips that came close to his ear let out a low voice along with the breath passing over the tip of his hot ear.

It's a little lower than usual, with a little hoarseness, and it's very tempting. Just listening to it makes people feel numb in the back of the neck and turn red in the face.

With a swish, the hot feeling spread from the ears to the face in an instant.

The boy's fair face was stained with a pink tinge.

Even the long blond hair falling from his cheeks couldn't hide it.

The face was burning badly, the back of the hand being held, and the waist touched by the other party seemed to have fire spreading from the other party's fingers, and the hot feeling penetrated deep into the skin.

Garlan felt that he might need to calm down,

He took a deep breath, turned his head, looked behind him, raised his hand and raised the water glass in his hand to the face of Heymos on his left.

"I can't drink anymore, you drink."

The boy said in a calm tone.

But in fact, the cheeks that had been rendered pink completely exposed his thoughts at the moment.

And the appearance of deliberately trying to calm down when he is obviously panicking is really cute, making Heymos feel like a ball of hair rubbing back and forth in his heart, itching, getting softer and softer, and finally becoming soft lump.

He didn't expose Garlan, smiled, let go of Garlan's intention, took the water glass, raised his head and drank all the remaining water in the glass.

After regaining his freedom, Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, blazing firelight shone in from outside, accompanied by sudden loud noises.

Garlan turned his head to look, and it turned out that a huge bonfire had already been lit in the square outside.

The dinner party is drawing to a close.

According to the custom of the bonfire dinner in the North, at the final moment of the banquet celebrating the victory, all the bonfires will be piled up in one place, and a giant bonfire will be lit in the center of the square.

This is proof of dedicating victory to Assyria, the god of war.

——The glory of the flame that symbolizes victory will surely light up the night——

Countless people gathered around the huge bonfire, and cheers resounded under the night sky.

The night wind blew in from outside, lifting the white tulle in front of the French windows.

Garlan lifted the veil and walked outside to the open-air balcony.

On the square below, blazing flames were burning, spewing huge tongues of flame into the night, almost turning half of the night sky red.

The crimson fire reflected the face of Garlan standing in front of the white stone fence. He looked at the blazing bonfire and the jubilant people in the square in the distance.

He saw many people knelt around the giant bonfire with their hands clasped, as if they were praying for something.

"What are they doing?"

Garlan looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but ask.

Heymos also came over, and Heymos, who was standing on the balcony looking at the bonfire in the distance, answered.

"They're making wishes."

"Make a wish?"

Heymos, who had been in the north for several years, was very familiar with the scene before him.

"It is said that after dedicating victory to the God of War, the will of the God of War will come down in flames. As long as you pray to the God of War at this time, your wish will come true."

"I see."

Garlan nodded.

He gazed at his subjects and smiled.

"However, I can probably guess what they wished."

Keep winning.

Protect your family, protect your companions.

End the war in the North.

Live peacefully and happily with family and companions.

This is the most simple and simple wish of people who pray to the God of War.

"I will grant their wishes."

The young king said so.

His golden eyes reflected the distant fire and his people.

"One day, I will make this a place of peace," he said.

Heymos didn't speak, he looked at the people around him.

The boy's golden eyes were astonishingly bright in the dark night.

With vitality, even in the dark, it seems to shine brightly.

That attracted him so much that he couldn't take his eyes off the boy.

Many people thought that he was an ambitious person, but Heymos knew that Garlan's ambition was only more than that of his.

It's just that the 'ambition' held by Garlan is completely different from the kind of ambition common to the world.

The boy's 'ambition' is to shine light on every part of the land of Aaron Landis.

He wants to protect every life on the earth with his wings.

……

Garlan turned around and leaned his back against the stone railing behind him.

He looked up at Heymos and asked with a smile.

"Heymos, have you ever wished on the bonfire?"

Heymos shook his head.

"No need."

He says,

"What I want, I will achieve by myself, there is no need to make a wish to the gods."

In his life, he had never prayed to the gods.

He never prayed to the gods for mercy, because that was useless.

What you want, do it yourself.

He always does.

...Okay, it's Heymos.

Garlan, who twitched the corner of his mouth, thought silently.

He turned his head and stared at the bonfire in the distance, as if in a trance.

The flames reflected the young man's cheeks red, as if dyed a glow on his face.

Let Heymos stare intently.

"If you wish, I have one now."

Heymos said suddenly.

"what?"

Hearing Heymos' words, Garlan subconsciously turned around.

Just as he turned his head, Heymos, who was standing in front of him, suddenly reached out and grabbed his waist with both hands.

The startled Garlan didn't have time to resist, Heymos, who grabbed his waist, lifted him up with a little force.

The feeling of unstable center of gravity made Garlan subconsciously grab Heymos' shoulder with his right hand.

He was then placed on the white stone fence by Heymos.

Garlan sat on the stone railing, staring at Heymos with his eyes open.

The stone railing was not low. He sat on it and had to lower his head slightly to meet the eyes of Heymos in front of him.

Heymos stood in front of him, wrapping one hand around his back, and pressing the other on the stone railing beside him.

The man tilted his head slightly.

The distant red fire swayed on the man's handsome face, as if igniting a cluster of flames in the eyes staring at Garlan, with a passion and desire that could almost burn everything.

Maybe thousands of years later.

All things perish.

Only the fire-like love in these golden-red eyes is unquenchable.

"My current wish, even the gods can't realize it."

"……what?"

"I want your kiss."

Heymos said.

He raised his head, and stared at Garlan with golden red eyes, deep and fiery.

His voice was very soft, like a low whisper, like a prayer, with deep longing.

"Will you grant my wish? . . . my lord?"

"........."

Garlan, who was suddenly asked for a kiss, was momentarily at a loss.

The night wind blew over and lifted his long blond hair sitting on the stone railing.

I don't know if it was the light from the huge bonfire burning in the distance that made his fair cheeks slightly flushed.

After a while, Garlan slowly lifted the right hand that was on Heymos' shoulder.

He cupped Heymos' cheek with his fingers, and pressed his fingertips on the deep scar at the corner of his eye.

Then, slowly, he lowered his head.

Delicate blond hair fell on Heymos' shoulders as he lowered his head, and on his brown arms, like glittering golden ornaments wrapped around it.

Garlan closed his eyes, his lips seemed to tremble a little, but in the end they lightly touched Heymos's lips.

He kissed the other's slightly cool lips, and then lifted it up.

His face was already flushed red.

But he kissed again, and rubbed his lips against each other clumsily.

Then, he was at a loss and kept his lips touching.

Garlan stood blankly for a while, and then began to turn his head, thinking hard about the steps Heymos had taken when he kissed him before.

However, when Garlan was still trying to remember, Heymos's patience was finally worn out.

As soon as he looked up, he took the initiative to kiss back.

When he felt Heymos's lips open and the soft tip of his tongue trying to penetrate his lips, Garlan froze slightly.

However, after a second of hesitation, he parted his lips.

He also stuck out the tip of his tongue tentatively, obviously trying to imitate Heymos' movements.

However, the moment their tongues touched, the boy shrank back instantly like a frightened rabbit.

But it was too late to escape back now, he blocked Garlan's lips forcefully, Heymos chased after him without any politeness, and tightly tightened the tip of the opponent's fleeing tongue.

He greedily desires everything in the other's lips and teeth.

When you feel the other party's breathing is rapid, you loosen the restraint on the other party, and turn to gently licking the other party's lips, waiting for the other party to relax, and then invade with ruthlessness... so repeated, always refused to retreat.

Garlan closed his eyes tightly, and the left hand that was pressing on the stone railing was tightly clenched due to tension, and his fingertips were firmly clasped on the stone railing.

A large brown hand covered the back of his clenched hand.

The brown fingertips stroked the tightly clenched white fingers gently, one by one.

It patiently comforted the other party and let it relax slowly.

The brown fingers gently pushed the white fingers apart one by one, allowing his own fingers to penetrate between the fingers.

Then, the ten fingers clasped tightly without any trace.

The temperature of different palms seems to be transmitted between each other's skin, like lips intertwined in one place.

Under the dark night sky, the bonfire in the distant square was burning fiercely.

The night wind blew the white tulle on the French windows of the balcony, making it fly softly.

The light from the fire reflected the shadows of the two people on the balcony on the dancing white tulle.

The constantly shaking shadows almost merged into one, and they could no longer tell each other apart.