A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The altar in front of him was shattered.

The ground is shaking.

Everything around is shaking.

The huge obelisks that surrounded it in all directions continued to burst open, one after another collapsing to the ground.

The huge ruins are collapsing and destroying little by little...

【...Time... It's time...】

The world fell into darkness.

………………

The eyelashes moved slightly, and then lifted slowly.

Because the sunlight was too bright, I closed it again, blinked it a few times, and opened it again when I got used to it.

Garlan looked at the familiar roof and was in a daze for a while.

He only vaguely remembered that he stayed in the royal tomb overnight, and when he came out, he saw Heymos waiting for him outside.

When Heymos stretched out his hand, he subconsciously wanted to put his hand on it...

The memory suddenly broke at this moment.

He seemed to be suddenly plunged into darkness.

but……

In the darkness, he seemed to... saw something...

Just when Garlan was trying to remember, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and stroked his cheek.

A figure hung over him, blocking his sight.

When Garlan came back to his senses, the other hand of the man leaning over him was on his side, completely covering him in his own shadow.

"...Garlan?"

The voice that called him was very soft and cautious, like treating fragile glass, for fear that it would hurt him if it was a little louder.

Garlan raised his eyes and met the golden red eyes looking down at him.

In the backlight, he couldn't see the expression on Heymos' face at the moment, but he could hear the tension and anxiety in that person's voice.

He raised his right hand, held the hand caressing his cheek, slightly curved his eyes, and smiled at the person beside him.

"I'm very good."

Garlan said, and then moved, wanting to sit up.

As soon as he was half-supported, he supported him with both hands and helped him to sit up.

"Don't get out of bed yet, you still have a fever."

Garlan was taken aback for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his forehead.

It does get hot, but only a little bit.

However, he himself didn't feel much. Apart from being a little tired, he didn't feel uncomfortable in his body. It was probably just a low-grade fever caused by being too tired.

After all, during this period of time is the Huayu Festival, the selection of concubines, the visit of the little princess Ailson, and the preparation of the gods festival at the same time. dizzy.

After all the hard work was finally done, as soon as I relaxed and stayed up all night, I immediately released all the exhaustion in my body.

Ah, at that time, Ximuer and the others seemed to be there.

It's too bad, and he will definitely teach him a lesson again.

"prince!"

As soon as Garlan turned his head, he saw Tapti running from the door in a hurry.

The panicked and nervous expression on the female officer's face at this moment is really rare, and he was stunned for a moment.

The female officer who rushed over put the medicine tray in her hand on the low table beside the bed, and reached out to hold Garlan's hand.

She knelt down beside the bed, tightly holding his hand on the bed with both hands, and looked at him without blinking, showing an excited expression.

"Prince, you are finally awake."

Seeing Taputi's abnormal expression and behavior, Garlan glanced at the sky outside the window.

The bright sun hung high in the sky, it was still in the morning, not long after he lost his memory.

"I'm fine. I'm probably too tired. I just fell asleep for an hour or two. You don't have to worry too much."

The female officer's expression froze.

"king……"

She paused, sober from the excitement, she finally realized that she called the wrong address in a hurry.

"No, Your Majesty, you have been asleep for a whole day."

"one day?"

How long has it been?

Why did he think it was just for a moment?

Before he could think about it carefully, Heymos on the side had already spoken.

"Taputi, give me the soup."

The female officer nodded, picked up the medicine bowl that had been put down, and handed it to Heymos.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

After speaking, she walked out quickly.

Garlan, who didn't think he had been in a coma for so long, was still confused, and Heymos had already tasted the decoction himself.

It's warm and won't burn your mouth.

He took a spoonful and brought it to Garlan's mouth.

He said, "Open your mouth."

His voice was deep, but very light and gentle, as if coaxing people.

Garlan wanted to say no, I'll do it myself, but meeting Heymos' eyes, he swallowed that sentence for some reason.

He opened his mouth obediently and let Heymos feed spoonful after spoonful.

so bitter.

It's hard.

He thought with a bitter face.

After a few strokes, Garlan finally couldn't bear this kind of slowness, and directly reached out to snatch the soup from Heymos, then raised his head and gulped.

After gulping it down in one gulp, the bitter taste left in his mouth made Garlan grin.

He was just about to ask Heymos if he had candied fruit or sweet cakes, but suddenly his eyes dimmed, and Heymos lowered his head and kissed him.

Heymos didn't kiss hard, as if he was afraid of breaking him, but it was lingering, and he licked his lips gently, even the black drug marks on the corners of his lips were licked go.

After a kiss, both hands carefully hugged him in his arms, his arms did not dare to use force, but they refused to let go.

It was like treating a newborn baby with care, which made Garlan angry and funny at the same time.

He couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Don't you think the medicine is very bitter?"

Didn't you feel the bitterness of the medicine when you kissed him?

Heymos held Garlan in his arms with both hands, watched Garlan pat his arm, and listened to that familiar voice. Only at this moment did he feel as if he had come alive.

He lowered his head and rubbed his chin attached to the hair of the person in his arms.

"At that time... you fell down in front of me..."

Having said this, Heymos suddenly stopped.

He didn't say anything, but hugged the person in his arms tighter and tighter.

He closed his eyes, drove away the horrific image that had been lingering in his mind, and buried his face in the soft blond hair.

The temperature from the place where his body touched Garlan melted the chill seeping from the depths of his body little by little.

At that time, watching Garlan suddenly collapse in front of his eyes.

Although his body subconsciously caught Garlan, his mind was blank.

Everything that happened after that, he just did it instinctively.

Before Garlan woke up, before those golden eyes opened and stared at him, Heymos had an unreal feeling as if he was isolated from the world.

That feeling is like being abandoned by the whole world.

The chill seemed to emerge from the deepest part of the body, penetrating the bone marrow.

He never wanted to experience it a second time.

Although Heymos didn't continue, Garlan also felt the strong and almost substantive sense of uneasiness emanating from the man holding him.

He thought for a while, raised his head, and raised his hand to touch Heymos' cheek.

The man whose cheek was touched by him looked down at him with indescribable tenderness.

Garlan was embraced by Heymos, and his head rested on Heymos' chest. In a blink of an eye, he saw the brown side of his neck protruding from the front of his clothes, leaned over and kissed him.

After this kiss, he felt Heymos's shoulder tremble slightly.

Originally, I just wanted to kiss the big black wolf to comfort him, but I was too lazy to raise my head to kiss him, so I kissed the side of the neck, but unexpectedly got such an interesting reaction.

Immediately, Garlan became playful, and he gently blew on the place he had kissed just now.

Unsurprisingly, Heymos' shoulders froze again.

A hand raised up to wrap his head around his head, coaxing him in a low voice: "Don't make trouble."

Garlan nestled in Heymos' arms, raised his head and smiled at Heymos.

Heymos seemed very helpless, and he looked at Garlan with indulgence in his eyes.

He lowered his head, pressed the forehead of the person in his arms, and rubbed the tip of each other's noses.

He looked at Garlan with extremely soft eyes.

Just when Heymos was teased by Garlan, and the tense breath around his body finally relaxed and slowed down, a cough came from beside him.

The High Priest Shamash, who bumped into that scene as soon as he entered the door, had a gloomy face and coughed loudly several times.

Seeing that Heymos didn't let go of his hands holding Garlan even when he turned his head to see him, his expression became even more unwell, and he stared directly at Heymos.

Garlan patted Heymos' arm that was around him, Heymos looked down at him, and then reluctantly let go.

At this moment, the female officer came in with the doctor, followed by the one-eyed knight, his eyes fixed on Garlan on the bed.

After confirming that Garlan's expression was fine, Kaihos's tense face relaxed a little.

The bedroom was very quiet, no one spoke, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the doctor who was examining Garlan's body.

The old doctor who has served the royal family since the generation of King Kamos's father has obviously experienced countless big scenes. Under the eyes of everyone, he is not nervous at all. Garlan checked his body.

That slow movement made everyone anxious to know the result as soon as possible, but they didn't dare to rush, so the group of people could only watch helplessly.

After a while, the old doctor chuckled.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that I was too tired and didn't get enough sleep during this period, so I suddenly fell asleep."

He looked at Garlan and said earnestly,

"Your Majesty, although you are still young, you can't take your body seriously just because you are young."

As the royal physician, the old doctor watched Garlan grow up, so even if Garlan became king, he still habitually spoke to Garlan with a bit of a lecturer tone.

"But he still has a fever."

Heymos frowned.

"It has dropped a lot, just rest for a while."

The old doctor looked directly at Shemuer, and criticized the high priest who was always urging Garlan to be diligent in political affairs by name.

"Political affairs are endless, and occasionally you have to let His Majesty rest for a few days. Don't be too strict with Your Majesty, Your Excellency the High Priest."

Shemuer's face froze, and he nodded stiffly.

"I see."

Originally, he wanted to reprimand Garlan for not paying attention to his body, but looking at Garlan, he still didn't say anything.

Remember this account first, and wait for His Majesty to recover.

The high priest said to himself in his heart.

In fact, he was also a bit guilty, if he and a group of ministers hadn't forced Garlan to choose a concubine, insisted on holding the Flower Festival before the ceremony of the gods, Garlan wouldn't have been so tired.

At that time, seeing Garlan falling silently, his mind was also buzzing, and he was completely stunned.

Hearing from the old doctor that there is no problem, he slowed down.

The old doctor's words made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

The oppressive atmosphere in the bedroom that lasted all day and night finally eased.

Thanks to this fainting, Garlan obediently rested for a week under the strict order of the old doctor.

Fortunately, the festival of the gods has passed, and the enemy troops on the border have also retreated. Aaron Landis's country is safe and peaceful, and there is no urgent matter. He simply let Shemuer and Suo Jia deal with those trivial matters.

For the first two or three days, Heymos stayed by Garlan's side almost every inch of the way.

Even though Garlan's low-grade fever subsided the next day and he regained his spirits, he still spoiled Garlan like a glass man.

The stickiness made Shemuer, who came and bumped into it from time to time, really couldn't stand it anymore, and took Heymos away forcibly with a cold face on the grounds that he needed Heymos' help with military affairs.

Gallan watched Heymos being escorted away by Shemur with a smile, and did not stop him.

If you change to another king, you will definitely worry about whether these two high-ranking people will collude.

But here in Garlan...

Heymos colluded with Ximuer?

impossible.

Look at the way the high priest disliked Heymos anyway, and Heymos didn't have a good look at Shemuer, and Suo Jia was stirring up the flames, colluding with this kind of Things are impossible in this lifetime.

In this way, Garlan hid comfortably for a week of laziness.

Every day, he would either eat or sleep comfortably, or play with Nega, or let the guards accompany him to practice martial arts.

It was an unprecedented leisurely life.

But the holidays always passed quickly, and soon he returned to his post.

Although Ximuer and others helped him deal with most of the trivial matters, some important matters had to be handled by Garlan himself.

After guarding in the palace for a week, seeing that Garlan was indeed fine, Heymos was finally relieved.As Garlan re-immersed himself in political affairs, he also left the city, and went to the military camp outside the city to deal with the same piled up military affairs.

It passed peacefully for a few days.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun made the ground scald, and a lot more ice cubes were placed in the government room than usual to keep it cool.

It took a few days to finally settle the important political affairs accumulated last week. At this moment, Garlan was sitting on the malachite chair, gently turning the quill in his hand.

The edge of the quill's feather was plated with gold powder, and it shone in the light as soon as he turned it.

Although Garlan's eyes fell on the parchment unfolded on the table, he was a little absent-minded at the moment.

He thought that he missed the last court meeting. It seems that the matter between him and Heymos can only be announced at the next week's court meeting.

He was wandering here, twirling the quill in his hand, and Xie Muer, who was standing below, could naturally see it.

The high priest had a straight face and coughed lightly.

Garlan came back to his senses, turned his head and smiled at the high priest who was staring at him.

Then, he withdrew his attention and read the document in front of him sending a team of Shamash priests to Monar City to inspect the newly completed water conservancy project. Going to write down instructions on paper.

After writing a few words, he raised his hand, dipped in the ink, and was about to continue writing.

Suddenly, he was in a trance.

Garlan looked at his hands.

The quill was very light, no more than the weight of a feather, but his hand holding the quill was trembling slightly.

He couldn't control the trembling of his hands.

"king."

Someone is calling him.

"King Garlan—"

But he couldn't hear clearly.

"Gal..."

The document in front of him, the golden quill, and his hand holding the pen appeared double.

The double image kept shaking in front of his eyes, making it hard for him to see clearly.

Even walking up quickly, Shemuer, who was standing opposite the table, became countless in his eyes.

The whole world seemed to be turned upside down in an instant.

【Time is up……】

【Fate... cannot be changed...】

The hand holding the quill pen fell heavily, and the tip of the pen poked the ink cartridge on the table, knocking the entire ink cartridge out.

Garlan fell on the table.

The jet-black ink spilled from the ink cartridge splashed all over the high priest standing in front of the table, who was known to be a clean freak.

Amidst the panic-stricken shouts of many ministers and attendants in the government affairs room, the high priest's face turned slightly pale.

The heart is beating violently.

Something seemed to be announcing to him an unknown future.

…………

In the training ground of the military camp outside the city, on a huge high platform, the sun was scorching like fire, as if it was about to set the earth ablaze.

Under the scorching sun, Heymos stood on the high platform with his epee pointed at the ground, his eyes were sharp, and his whole body exuded a powerful force.

More than a dozen knight commanders surrounded him, some holding long swords or silver guns, and everyone looked quite embarrassed.Sweat kept dripping from their chins, they were panting violently, their bodies were already dripping with sweat, and there were scars on their bodies.

They all wore a two-finger-wide brass lion badge on their chests, which was the symbol of the Thousand Riders who commanded thousands of knights, second only to the cavalry commander.

However, even though these knight commanders, who were extremely powerful in the eyes of others, besieged Heymos for an entire hour, they still couldn't hurt the opponent's hair.

While panting violently, a young knight commander rushed forward again unwillingly, stabbing Heymos with the silver spear in his hand like lightning.

Just as Heymos was about to dodge sideways, he also raised the epee in his hand, intending to chop off the silver spear in the opponent's hand with one sword.

Suddenly, my heart beat violently.

He suddenly lost his mind for a second.

Picking up the silver gun, the sharp tip of the gun brushed heavily against his shoulder.

The sleeve was torn, and the bloody mouth on the left arm splashed a bloodstain in the air.

The knight commander who stabbed this spear was taken aback, and looked at Heymos in surprise.

Heymos stood, a bloodstain slowly flowing down his left arm, but he didn't realize it, he just turned his head suddenly, and cast a dazed gaze at the golden palace standing in the distance.

………………

Without warning, King Garlan fell into a coma again with a fever.

The old doctor came.

This time, his brows were furrowed and his expression was serious.

The next day, King Garlan woke up.

Three days later, the low-grade fever subsided.

But the old doctor's expression showed no sign of relaxation, and he stayed by King Garlan's side day and night.

In less than five days, King Garlan developed a low-grade fever again in his sleep, and fell into a coma.

This time, it took three full days.

After waking up, the low-grade fever never subsided, and it lasted for more than ten days before it was barely subsided.

Then less than two days later, it relapsed again.

At the same time, he fell into a long sleep again.

Repeatedly like this, the condition became more and more serious, King Garlan became weaker and weaker, and became bedridden.

All the physicians in the palace consulted together, but they were helpless and couldn't find out the cause of the disease.

Afterwards, the high priest urgently summoned well-known physicians in the royal city to come to the palace for consultation, but they still couldn't find out the illness King Garlan was suffering from.

Everyone is helpless.

Soon, the news that King Garlan was suffering from an unknown strange disease and his life was dying spread throughout Aaron Landis.

For a time, Aaron Landis panicked, and the people were worried and anxious.