A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

All the doctors said Heymos would not survive.

With that kind of terrible injury, the only thing waiting for him is the call of death.

Preparations for the prince's funeral have even begun in the palace.

However, after being in a coma for a full ten days, the seriously injured Heymos opened his eyes.

The old doctor who said he was going to die couldn't believe his eyes.

Heymos did survive, however, with a force of will that the doctors couldn't believe.

They think that is simply inhuman willpower.

If you survive, you will suffer unimaginable pain.

The old doctor said so.

indeed so.

High fever, nausea, burnt body, unable to eat, unable to take care of themselves... No matter physically or mentally, it is pain that cannot be described in words.

No one can imagine what Heymos endured during this period, which is something that no living person can imagine.

That might be...a living hell.

Heymos crawled out of hell with terrible willpower.

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"You mean... he forgot?"

"Yes."

King Kamos remained silent, so Ximuer answered.

The doctor said that it was because the stimulation was too great and the mood swings were too violent, so strong that the child could not bear it, so the body instinctively chose to get rid of this memory for self-protection.

The boy sitting on the hospital bed didn't make a sound.

He lowered his eyes, and the messy black hair that grew a little covered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see the emotions in his eyes.

The thin lips were morbidly pale due to the lack of blood, and when they were tightened at this moment, they were like sharp blades.

The thin blanket covered him from the waist down, and from his right arm to his waist, he was bound by a snow-white bandage, and his right hand was hanging down to one side, unable to exert any strength.

At this moment, his only movable left hand grabbed the thin blanket on his body with such force that his knuckles turned white.

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"Shemur."

After leaving Heymos' ward, King Kamos, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"Garlan will be handed over to you."

"King Kamos?"

"He committed an irreparable sin... irreparable, even if it's just a child, it's his sin."

King Kamos' voice was heavy.

"Because of my preference for him and my indulgence to him, all this happened."

He said, "From now on, I will not interfere in the affairs between the two princes."

He sighed deeply, heavily.

"So, the child will be handed over to you."

"……Yes."

From that day on, King Kamos gradually distanced himself from Garlan, whom he once loved so much.

He was mostly on the battlefield, and he hardly intervened in the affairs between the two princes.

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In the room where night fell, the boy wrapped in snow-white bandages was still sitting there.

There was no light in the room, but the boy's eyes were frighteningly bright in the dark.

He was tortured by severe pain all the time.

However, the child actually forgot.

He forgot all about what he did and what pushed him to hell!

Forget it all.

In the darkness, the boy's eyes were like blood.

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Prince Heymos always wears bandages around his body.

I heard it was because of terrible burns on his body.

I heard that once, when a maid helped him change the bandage, he vomited.

Yes, that maid was almost beaten to death... so miserable...

Have you seen the prince's eyes?As cold as a poisonous snake——

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All kinds of news spread in the palace bit by bit. Prince Heymos was gloomy, unpredictable, cruel, and a terrible prince.

Many people gradually knew this, and then feared the terrible prince and trembled before Heymos.

From the bottom of their hearts, they were unwilling to get close to the prince whose temperament became weird.

And a year later, Xie Muer finally found out the truth of what happened at that time.

He immediately told Heymos about it.

"You told me the truth because you wanted to tell me that it has nothing to do with Garlan, right?"

Dressed in black, only the right arm was tightly tied with a white bandage, the boy was playing with a small dagger with his right hand, and said lazily.

It was just a year, and he seemed to be a different person.

Ximuer could feel that just standing there, the young man exuded a terrifying aura.

A terrifying aura that makes people resist from the bottom of their hearts and unwilling to approach.

Heymos raised his eyes. He and Shemuer were standing on a high platform, looking out from a distance, and could see the figure of the blond child in the courtyard.

The sun fell on the child, surrounded him, and shrouded him in light.

A lot of people surrounded the child, like the stars and the moon, the child was laughing, with a bright smile, as if the crisp laughter could be heard coming from the courtyard.

Heymos clenched the thin dagger in his hand.

There was no light in his golden-red eyes staring at Garlan, as if he had fallen into a lightless hell.

Yes, that incident was planned by the uncle who wanted him dead.

He got it.

But so what?

so what--

The most hated thing in this world is not being in hell,

It's that you are suffering in hell, but the person who pushed you into hell lives happily in the sun without knowing or burdening.

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Then, after a few years.

It was a dark night, with no moonlight and no starlight.There was a little light flickering in the secret room, but it was not bright, but instead made the room darker.

The sixteen-year-old boy sat on the chair, most of his body was naked, only a thin white cloth slanted over his waist and crotch.

He sat there quietly, without saying a word, his cold eyes just staring straight ahead.

A middle-aged doctor knelt at his feet, trembling, not daring to raise his head, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

After a long time, the boy spoke quietly.

He asked, "Can't it be cured?"

The doctor lying on the ground was trembling, with fear and horror written all over his face.

"No, I'm very sorry, Your Highness."

His voice was shaking.

"You... I'm afraid you won't... you won't be able to..." He stammered, gritted his teeth, and said, "That part has been necrotic, so, so, I'm afraid you won't be able to...can't give birth to yourself offspring."

"..."

After a long silence, the doctor buried his face on the ground, not daring to look up at the prince's expression.

Not a single sound.

But it was this terrible silence that would almost drive the doctor mad.

After a long time, he who was so scared that he was about to faint finally heard a voice that relieved him.

"...you go."

With a soft word, the doctor immediately got up as if he had been pardoned, and wanted to rush out the door as if he was running away.

However, just when his hand touched the door panel.

A sharp dagger was thrown from behind, pierced his throat, and nailed his whole body to the door panel.

Blood slowly slid down the door panel, reflecting the faint light, making it even more strange.

Like an open door to hell.

The boy who sat on the seat for a long time got up, and the thin cloth slipped off his body with his movements.

He stood there, his naked body reflected in the mirror opposite.

The half of the body on the right side is a lumpy black-red mass of flesh, wrinkled everywhere, and the scarlet polyps are tangled together like scales...

The boy stared fixedly at the ugly and disgusting body in the mirror, like a monster's body.

The swaying flames were reflected on his side cheeks, and his eyes were as vicious as a poisonous snake.

He smiled slightly.

It's extremely light, but it's inexplicably chilling to the back.

He laughed one after another, softly, lowly, and crazy.

The golden-red eyes fell into darkness, reaching the deepest hell, without any brilliance.

……

Because he is too weak, no one will care about his feelings.

Yes.

Because he didn't have enough strength and rights, he ended up like this.

Therefore, he must sit on the throne.

He will stand on the highest place, take the power in his own hands,

He wants to trample all those who have trampled on him and hurt him under his feet!

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Amidst the very soft, yet heart-piercing laughter in that dream, Garlan slowly woke up from the dream.

He opened his eyes and saw Heymos lying on the edge of the bed, sleeping soundly.

The young man who had completely fallen into despair and madness in his dream was lying quietly beside him at this moment, with a peaceful sleeping face.

The eyebrows and eyes relaxed in sleep look like a child.

Garlan saw that his hand was holding one of Heymos' fingers.

He clenched it a little harder, then loosened it slowly.

He raised his hand and touched the back of Heymos' hand, then his eyes followed that hand and landed on Heymos' arm.

Dark brown skin, tight muscles, and a little luster on the skin, those are very beautifully lined arms.

Garlan recalled that in his dream he saw that half body full of scars and polyps, which was so ugly that it was hard to look directly at it...

He pursed his lips.

In the past, he always thought that Heymos was a person who was greedy for power, ruthless and unscrupulous in order to gain the throne.

He doesn't like this kind of people.

So, he didn't like Heymos either.

He never imagined that the truth was so tragic.

Garlan remembered what he had heard from that voice before. Although Heymos had ascended to the throne, he left no descendants after his death. Soon after it went to ruin.

Heymos did what he said—

He's going to take everyone to hell.

So, he brought the entire Aaron Landis into hell.

Garlan's eyes once again fell on Heymos's face, and the boy's peaceful sleeping face was right in front of him.

He raised his hand and touched that handsome face.

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In the dream, he was like a bystander, watching the scene.

When he was in the sea of ​​fire, when Heymos was curled up in the darkness, when Heymos was shaking with pain, in that moment of low and crazy laughter...

He wanted to reach out to the desperate boy countless times and grab him.

However, that was a dream, it was just a dream, he couldn't meet that person.

He could only watch Heymos step by step towards destruction and step into hell, but he couldn't do anything.

Fortunately.

Gently touching Heymos' cheek, Garlan thought so.

You still have time.

This time it was finally too late.

Garlan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if thinking about something.

Then, he opened his eyes and raised his hand.

Clap clap clap!

Crisp and quick slaps suddenly sounded in the quiet room, and the child slapped the sleeping teenager four times vigorously.

As soon as the beating was over, a hand suddenly lifted up and grabbed Garlan's wrist.

He was suddenly patted awake while he was asleep, Heymos was just about to reflexively throw the person he caught, when he raised his eyes, he saw those golden eyes staring at him.

He was a little awake, but still a little dazed.

Heymos grabbed little Garlan's wrist and stared blankly at Garlan, his disheveled hair fell on his face, he probably wasn't fully awake yet, and looked clumsy.

He blinked, with a dazed look on his face, which was rarely cute at the moment.

He just looked at Garlan so cutely, and Garlan looked at him too.

Suddenly, smiled at him.

"Does it hurt?"

The kid asked him that.

Before Heymos could react, he subconsciously nodded, and then shook his head immediately.

The child nodded with satisfaction.

"Ah."

Garlan said, "It's fine if it hurts."

Well, he thought, since Heymos wasn't hurt, his personality wouldn't be so scary.

Then, in the future, even if it was for the throne, Heymos should not kill him, nor would he kill Shemuer again.

Although his back hurts, he managed to save Heymos' future, and thus himself and Shemur, so it was worth it.

Garlan thought about it.

In this way, he changed the key points, so that such tragedies will not happen in the future, will he be able to retire?

After all, he still has self-knowledge, and he still can't win the throne with Heymos.

And even though he knew the truth, the shadow in his heart could not be eliminated just by eliminating it. Although he sympathized with Heymos and didn't hate him so much, he still felt a little trembling when looking at him.

Therefore, he felt that it would be better for him to try to get rid of his status as a prince and travel around the mainland in accordance with his established goals.

"Garlan?"

A voice rang in his ears, and Garlan suddenly trembled.

No, not right.

he thinks.

The reason why Heymos became like that was because of his uncle's conspiracy. Although he saved Heymos this time, that uncle is still there, and he will continue to do it——

So, he worked so hard to save Heymos this time, maybe the next time his uncle did something wrong, Heymos would still have an accident and start to become extreme again.

Wasn't he injured for nothing?

Heymos was injured—his temperament became extreme—he was supposed to die again—Heymos had no descendants—so Aaron Landis had to be destroyed—

No no no no no, this is not okay!

He finally pulled out the flag that he must die and Aaron Landis must die, how could he see it being pressed back again?

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It seemed that he couldn't run yet, so he had to keep an eye on Heymos.

Before Heymos grows up, that uncle must not let him harm him.

Otherwise, it is estimated that all previous efforts will be wasted, and it will return to the track of previous lives.

After thinking a lot in circles, Garlan made up his mind.

He looked up at Heymos.

He said: "In the future, I will take good care of you."

I will definitely take good care of you until you grow up perfectly.

Garlan said seriously, "I will protect you."

To protect Heymos is to save the lives of himself and Shemuer, which is to save Aaron Landis.

As long as Heymos has descendants, Aaron Landis will definitely not perish.

So, Garlan concluded.

He must see Heymos kill the uncle with his own eyes, and then have a child, so that he can go out happily and freely to travel the land.

Garlan thought so in his heart.

Alright, then, his next goal is to protect Heymos until the birth of Heymos' child——

Suddenly woken up by Garlan, Heymos was still a little dazed as he grabbed Garlan's wrist, but when he heard Garlan say that, and seeing the serious look of the child, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

But with those golden eyes looking at him earnestly, and the earnest eyes, for no reason, his heart moved slightly, perhaps because Garlan's eyes looking at him were too bright.

Perhaps it was because of those golden eyes that reflected his figure so clearly for the first time.

He didn't know why Garlan did this and said that suddenly, but he didn't want to ask.

Because he liked the way Garlan was looking at him intently at this moment.

Just look at him alone.

Heymos nodded.

He said, "Okay."

He smiled and answered the child who said he would take good care of him in the future, holding the slender wrist in his palm, and letting that soft little hand rest on his cheek.

The corners of his lips curled up a little softly.

Heymos didn't expect at all that Garlan's mind was full of the idea of ​​telling him to quickly find a woman to get a child out of his mind.

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At the door, the one-eyed knight has been watching the movement in the room. At this moment, he listened to all the conversations in the room with his ears up.

For a moment, Kaihos had a strange expression on his face.

【In the future, I will take good care of you and protect you. 】

Prince Garlan, is it really okay for you to say that?

Don't you think that sounds a bit like a...marriage proposal...?