A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In a room on the upper floor of the governing hall, the window was open, and the wounded priest of Shamash was sitting on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed.Even when he was sick, even when he was resting on the bed, Shemuer still had that regular sitting posture, his back leaning against the head of the bed was straight, and his hands were folded on his abdomen, covering his body The blanket was unfolded neatly on him, and the two sides were even symmetrical.

Even when he was seriously ill, his face was clearly taken care of, there was no trace of dust on his hair, the ends of his slightly curly hair were not knotted, and his chin was clean-shaven.If it weren't for the snow-white bandage on the shoulder, it would be impossible to tell that this is a seriously injured patient.

Ah, as expected of Shemuer.

King Kamos, who walked into the room, said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

Ximuer, who was sitting on the bed, turned his head sideways, and looked down at the scene that was taking place in the square below through the open window beside the bed. He didn't like noise, but at this moment he didn't dislike the noise coming from the square. Sound, just quietly watching everything below.

His expression was calm, calm as always, without any expression, let alone what he was thinking at the moment.

It wasn't until King Kamos walked in that the movement made Shemuer turn his head.

He moved a little, as if he wanted to get up and salute.

Seeing his movement, Kamos quickly took two steps, put his hands on his shoulders and held him down.

"You lie down honestly, if you come together to burst the arrow wound, it will only cause trouble for me."

Ximuer thought about it seriously, probably because he felt that King Kamos was right, so he didn't insist on getting up to salute King Kamos.

"I heard you don't plan to show up here?"

he asks.

King Kamos hummed.

"If you show your face here, those ministers will make noise again when you go back."

"It's not appropriate to give all the credit to Prince Garlan."

"why?"

"He's too young."

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

If it is too conspicuous, someone may be watching.

"Ha, are you young? I remember when I was his age, I also did the thing of leading the guards to conquer bandits."

Prince Kamos, who was only nine years old at the time, used hunting as an excuse, but he took his guards to the mountains to fight against the thieves, which scared many people, especially General Aaron Landis at the time. Take the army to rush there desperately.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived there, Kamos would have dealt with the bandits by himself, leaving a group of people stunned.

Recalling his own childhood, Kamos smiled.

He folded his arms and leaned against the other window in the room, lowered his head, looked down at the big square below, watched the children who were reunited with their parents, and those who were reunited. With a happy expression, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"How about it?"

he asked suddenly.

"what?"

Kamos pouted towards the square below.

He smiled and said, "How about my chosen brother?"

"........."

"Ha, the child you despised saved your life."

Kamos looked down, his eyes deep.

He said, "Ximuer, that child was actually very scared at that time."

That day, when he suddenly appeared in Ayer Town with a hundred riders and appeared in front of everyone, everyone was shocked enough.

At that time, he did not reveal his identity, but rode over as an ordinary general, and lifted Garlan who was standing there onto the horse's back.

When he reached out to hug him, he felt that the child's back was soaked and the muscles on his shoulders were stiff.

It is conceivable what kind of mood Garlan was in at that time, with his small body, facing the group of mobs who could easily tear him apart with his own strength.

But no matter how frightened he was, the child never took half a step back.

"Ximuer, I know that you have always hoped that the heir to the throne I have chosen is a strong person, preferably as strong as me."

King Kamos said that it means a lot.

"However, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye."

He said, "You should have felt it, shouldn't you?"

Shemuer was silent for a long time, and then he finally spoke.

"The prince said that because of my status as a nobleman, I think highly of myself, so it is impossible for me to understand what those common people want."

He looked at King Kamos and asked, "Is it really what he said?"

"Ah, this is..."

Kamos scratched his head, his eyes wandering for a while.

"It seems that the prince is right."

Shemuer lowered his eyes, his face was still calm, no expression could be seen, but there was a hint of disappointment in his lowered eyes.

He has always been proud of being the priest of the sun god Shamash. He has always practiced the justice of the god of justice, and he feels that he is good enough.

Therefore, he gradually began to think that the conclusions he judged must be correct.

I don’t know when, he changed from a self-affirming pride to a supercilious pride-he became arbitrary, and he began to believe that only he is right, and other people who stand against him must be wrong ——He has unknowingly become such a terrifying person who does not tolerate other people's words.

He only looked at the sky and forgot to look at his feet.

…………

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was the little prince who was less than half his age who taught him a lesson and made him see himself clearly.

He always thought that the little prince was weak, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, like a weak pet that couldn't survive without careful care.

But it was this child, whom he considered weak, who came out of safety that night and stood in front of him and the other wounded knights.

The child used his small body to protect them who were supposed to be guardians.

[Xiemuer, there is a power in this world that cannot be seen by the naked eye. 】

He thought of the bright golden eyes of the young prince in the dark night, under the threat of the sword, under the threat of death, and that resounding words.

[The national laws of Aaron Landis cannot be trampled on. 】

……

That may be what King Kamos said, the power invisible to the naked eye.

The priest of Shamash closed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth indistinctly.

That trace disappeared so quickly that no one could see the sudden change in the corners of the lips of this usually expressionless priest.

"Yes, King Kamos, you have selected an excellent successor."

Shemur said calmly,

"Although the qualifications are different, the Prince Garlan you chose is indeed not inferior to Prince Heymos."

When Ximuer admitted this, King Kamos was immediately happy.

"Ha, Xie Muer, you have admitted defeat, I said, my vision is absolutely infallible, how can the person I like fail, you know—"

It was the first time that he, a dead-brained priest, was asked to speak, and Kamos was so elated that he couldn't stop talking.

"but."

Shemuer's words changed abruptly, interrupting King Kamos's bragging performance about his vision.

"Excellent qualifications are not everything."

He said unceremoniously, "Even if Prince Garlan does have excellent aptitude, as long as he continues like this, it will only be wasted in vain, and he will definitely be left behind by Prince Heymos in the future. Mediocre."

King Kamos had no time to get excited about the rare surrender of his stubborn priest, when he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"So, as the prince's teacher you appointed, from now on, I will set aside two hours every day to teach Prince Garlan personally."

Ximuer said that he changed the time to personally teach Garlan from once a week to every day.

King Kamos: "..."

It's over, his little brother is probably going to cry.

…………

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The day passed quickly, the sun sank below the horizon, and the earth darkened.

The city of Vinal has returned to its usual tranquility, but the festive and jubilant atmosphere still remains in the city. In the dark night, lights are lit one after another, dotting the city.

This night, it seemed that every household was filled with happy laughter and warm atmosphere.

When King Kamos walked quickly into the room, as expected, he saw the figure of Heymos.

He hummed twice in his heart.

He asked why he hadn't seen this kid all afternoon, and he really came to Garlan again.

The Lion King narrowed his eyes, staring at Heymos who always came to look for his little brother when he was busy.

"Brother Wang?"

The little prince gave a soft cry, and immediately asked Kamos to throw Heymos out of his mind, and happily approached his little prince.

He reached out and rubbed the soft blonde hair, the soft touch from his fingers made him feel good.

He leaned over and hugged Garlan who was looking up at him, while stroking his hair, he put his face against the soft little cheek of his little brother, and rubbed it.

Ah - it feels like the whole person has been purified.

King Kamos, who had been busy all day, only felt satisfied physically and mentally for a while.

Garlan, who was hugged and rubbed by King Kamos, was used to it for a long time. At first, he felt a little awkward. Later, he simply regarded King Kamos as a big lion who likes to rub people and ask for hugs and pets. Come and see.

Yes, it is the mature version of the little milk lion Nega.

As long as he thought about it like this, he immediately felt at ease.

"Brother Wang." He asked, "Xiemuer, how are those knights doing now?"

"Their injuries have all been treated."

"The one with the eye injury, can he stay in the Guards in the future?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him properly."

Garlan hesitated for a moment, but asked anyway.

"The one who died..."

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, his slender eyelashes cast a light shadow on the child's milky white cheek.

Kamos looked at Garlan, and gently stroked Garlan's head with his big hand.

"He stuck to his duties, protected you, and guarded his companions."

He said, "He will go away with honor as my knight of King Kamos."

"Garlan, don't think too much, it's late at night, you should rest." He said gently, "There is only one thing you have to do now, and that is to heal your injury as soon as possible, you understand?"

The little prince nodded obediently to his brother.

Then he lay down.

Kamos helped Garlan tuck the corners of the quilt. The child was nestled in the soft quilt. His pale golden hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow. Only a small face the size of a palm was exposed from the quilt. smooth forehead.

On that small face, the big golden amber-like eyes blinked at him. The small appearance was so cute that Kamos couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

He patted the quilt lightly with one hand, then leaned over and kissed the corner of the child's eyes.

He said, "Good night, my little prince."

After speaking, King Kamos got up and left.

Heymos, who stayed here, also walked to the bedside, and seemed to want to say good night to Garlan as well.

Before he got to the bed, he thought for a moment, turned around suddenly, closed the window where the wind was blowing in, drew the curtains to block the moonlight outside, and then walked back to the bed.

"Then I'm leaving too."

Garlan was lying on the bed, nodding his head.

He opened his mouth, intending to politely say good night to Heymos as well.

However, just as he opened his mouth, Heymos suddenly leaned over, and the face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, which made him stunned.

The boy leaned over and kissed Garlan's forehead.

Then he got up and said lightly, "Good night."

After speaking, Heymos left as if nothing had happened.

His eyes were calm, and his expression was very calm. It seemed that what he did just now was as ordinary and natural as drinking water and eating.

However, when he stepped out of the door, the boy clenched his right hand into a fist and waved it slightly in the air.

It was almost as if he was celebrating his success.

Then, he walked away quickly, with brisk steps, and his back showed a bit of joy no matter how he looked at it.

In the room, only Garlan was left with his eyes wide open and his entire body turned to stone.