A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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[Say I believe it myself] (So I was beaten (no

At the moment when Huimos saw Garlan's back without any scars and was relieved, Gallan suddenly turned around suddenly with his elbows behind him, raising his upper body and glaring at Huimos.

Then he kicked Huimus away from him with a heavy kick.

With a bang, it was quite loud and immediately caused the guards outside the guard to be alerted.

"His Crown Prince? What happened? His Highness—"

The guards shouted nervously outside the camp door.

Obviously, as long as Gallan's answer is one second late, they will rush in.

"It's okay!"

Although his gaze was still staring at Huimos, Garran had to start responding loudly to the shouts of the guards, to avoid them really rushing in.

"It's just that I didn't pay attention to trip over the bed."

"Are you injured? Do I need to call a doctor?"

"No, nothing, no need to call people, I'm ready to rest."

Finally, he calmed the guards outside the door, and Garland was relieved.

Lying on the bed by himself, his clothes were still torn, and Heimus knew at first glance that he was kicked off the bed.

If the guard outside the door rushed in, seeing this kind of scene, he really couldn't tell his ten mouths.

Originally, when he suddenly saw Huimos, in addition to being stunned, Gallan also had a little joy of unclear ambiguity pouring out of his heart.

But now, looking at the man who stood up casually, he felt itchy.

One couldn't hold back, and Gallan lifted his feet angrily, kicking Heimus again.

It was just that when Huimos stood up straight, his height was not low and his legs were long. He sat on the bed and could only kick Huimos' legs.

The consequence is-

When he saw the long legs of Huimus, he immediately remembered what Kehos said about his shortness. This foot not only did not let him down, but also made him more depressed.

Heimus is a full head and a half taller than him.

If it were not for such a gap in height and physique, he would not have been suppressed by this guy just now and could not resist.

The boy was sulking here, and Huimus, who had stood up, looked at Gallan.

Because Gallan was lying halfway, it was not easy to exercise, so for a black knight with thick skin and flesh, that foot was no different from being bitten by a grumpy kitten.

Heimus looked at the young man who had kicked his foot, still breathless, and the corner of his mouth could not help rising slightly.

Perhaps he didn't even realize that he laughed again.

It's been a long time since he has laughed so relaxedly as he is now.

After resolutely choosing to return to the Wangcheng after dreaming, his heart has always been gripped tightly by an invisible big hand, struggling in the thick mud, seeming to be completely submerged in the next second Deep in the mud, sinking and falling endlessly...

He kept telling himself that it was just a dream.

Gallan let Taal send him a message to let him know that Gallan is still alive.

But he just couldn't control the fear that grew a little deep in his body. Those negative emotions were like vines and thorns that burned and flooded endlessly, taking root in his heart and spreading wildly, Life stings hurt.

Perhaps it is because that dream is too real, as if it really happened in reality.

He couldn't help thinking that when Garland went to Tozes City a long time ago, he dreamed that Garland was in flames-and there was really a scene in reality-if it wasn't for him to arrive in time, Garland I'm afraid I will really be buried in flames.

Every time he thought of this, Huimus felt a trembling feeling.

In his mind, the scene of the sharp arrow shot through the heart of the young man riding on the horse suddenly appeared in his mind.

The golden hair was soaked in the mud, and blood was flowing from below, and the body gradually became cold...

He seemed to have seen it with his own eyes.

Even in the dream, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the teenager's body a little bit from warm to cold, and eventually became a dead body in the dark night.

The heart twitched violently.

Heimus suddenly leaned down and said nothing, just hugged Galland.

Gallan, who wanted to change a dress, was propping up his upper body with his elbows and wanted to sit up. As a result, the upper body was just halfway up, and a shadow suddenly slammed down from above, and suddenly overwhelmed him. Off the bed.

This time, face up.

Garland was lying on the bed in amazement, and Huimus pressed the whole person against him, holding his hands tightly.

Reflecting that he was overwhelmed again, Gallan's anger rose suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to pull Heimus' hair.

Because of his anxiety, he really didn't have any effort, grabbing the black hair in his hand and pulling it back.

Drag.

Two drag.

It didn't pull.

Garland dared not start.

Although Heimus didn't move, he didn't shout a pain, but he knew clearly that his strength to pull Heimus' hair was even painful to him. If he continued, he would really grab Heimus. A lot of hair.

And he also noticed that, although Huimus pressed against him, he was motionless.

He held him quietly and buried his face in his neck, without giving him any sense of oppression or uncomfortable toughness.

Heimus' purpose seemed to hug him so quietly.

The man now looks like a **** wolf who has just returned from the winter and snowy night and is covered with snow and cold, trying hard to draw a little warmth from him.

With a little uneasiness, it seemed to be eager to feel something.

Gallan suddenly remembered that when he was determined to give up the throne and left the palace, after returning, Nega had followed him for a long time, sticking to him, moving to his side and putting his head into him. Rubbing in the arms, it seems that only by doing so can you feel at ease.

The current Huimos seems to be very similar to Nega at that time.

Garlan hesitated to loosen Heimus' hair and patted his head gently.

"what happened?"

He whispered.

Heimus didn't answer, just a low hum.

His face was buried in Gallan's neck, and at that moment, the heat from his nose swept Gallan's side neck.

Itchy.

Garland twisted his head uncomfortably, trying to avoid the hot breath.

But his actions seemed to spur Heimus, and he immediately put his arms on his arms to hold him tighter.

"Hymos?"

Garland couldn't help shouting again.

This time, the man holding him refused to let go, after a little silence, he finally spoke.

"I dreamed... I dreamed you were dead..."

Heimos spoke in a low voice.

Because the face was buried in the neck fossa, the voice seemed dull.

"what?"

Garland was stunned for a moment. He just wanted to say, it was just a dream. Am I not good now?

But somehow, he suddenly remembered the dreams he had made in the past, about the dreams of previous generations.

The ghost was so miserable that he asked: "How did I die in your dream?"

"In the rebellion in Judas City, you were shot with a single arrow while you were leading a rebellion."

Huimus answered.

After speaking, he paused and said another sentence.

"But it's weird. You have short hair in your dream."

Garland felt his heart beating abruptly.

"What about Brother Wang? Did you dream of him?"

Heimos did not answer immediately, he seemed to answer after thinking.

"He seems to have been poisoned by someone, in front of the dead man, in a room."

Garland didn't speak for a while.

His mind was a little confused.

He thought that Heimus had dreamed of a previous life, just like he was in the city of Meniste last time.

However, this dream seems to be wrong.

The first four times he died in the hands of Huimus, died in the king city, and was not shot by an arrow in the city of Judas.

Therefore, this should be just a dream dreamed by Huimos because he was worried about him.

However, Huimos dreamed of the brother being poisoned.

In order to avoid confusion, the uncle and members of the royal family who were King Camos were strictly kept secret from King Camos, and only a few people, such as Kehuos, knew.

Huimus shouldn't know about it.

Also, the short hair that Huimus said.

He did have short hair in previous generations.

So, this dream is...

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Garland felt his mind was messed up at this moment.

What did he forget?

He tried very hard to recall, but he couldn't remember the incident of being shot to death with an arrow in previous generations.

Well, it was purely a dream that Hyimos had imagined himself.

Or... his memory went wrong from the beginning?

If his memory is really problematic, then-

"Gallan?"

Perhaps it was because he felt Gallan's heartbeat suddenly becoming fast, and Huimus looked up.

He stared at the expression on the face of the man under him.

The golden eyes of the young man seemed to be looking at him unconsciously, his pupils were a little loose, and he was a bit dazed.

"...Are you afraid?"

Heimus felt Garland's confused mood at the moment.

Not answered.

He saw the teenager's pink lips slightly tightened, a little hard, and the uneasy breath was exposed from the tight lips.

The slender eyelashes hung down, and a shallow shadow fell on the thin, thin cheeks.

The curvature of the eyelashes is very beautiful, moving gently, with the shadow on the cheek, like the wings of the butterfly are trembling, but because it is too beautiful, it gives people a feeling that is almost unreal and fragile.

Huimus leaned over.

The fine black hair hung down and fell on the golden hair.

He bowed his head.

The brown skin is gently pressed against the white forehead.

The temperature of each other's skin was transferred to each other. The black hair entangled with the gold wire, the foreheads of different skin tones that touched together, obviously an extreme contrast of tones, but unexpectedly gave people an indescribable sense of harmony.

Gallan's originally drooping eyelashes were raised, and the tip of the light-colored eyelashes almost collided with the dark eyelashes of Heimus.

He looked up at Huimus's eyes.

The distance between the two is too close.

Let the golden pupils seem to be stained with the red of the very close golden red eyes, so that the edge of the golden iris vaguely brought a light circle of light.

"Don't be afraid."

Garland heard the voice of Huimus.

The soft, low sound, like the wind passing through the field, almost whispered into his ears.

"……I am here."

Perhaps because of this soft murmur.

Maybe it was because of the golden eyes that stared at him.

Gallan's originally confused mood calmed down a little bit. He opened his eyes and looked at Huimus, his eyes wide, which looked very cute.

Heimus's eyes were slightly curved, and there was a little smile in his eyes.

He said softly, "Sleep."

His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"I am here."

Garland closed his eyes obediently.

Huimus lay sideways on the bed, hugging the teenager in his arms, coaxing gently.

He kept talking in Garland's ears, softly and tirelessly, telling the things after he went to the Northland one by one, like a story.

He thought that before today, he had never thought that he could talk so much.

Gossip, talking non-stop.

But at this time, his mood is unprecedentedly calm, and the anxiety of the previous paragraph seems to have never existed.

Gallan closed his eyes in his arms, and seemed to have fallen asleep in his constant whispers.

The nostrils are moving gently, making an even breathing sound.

The long blond hair was scattered on his arm, and he saw the rough lapis lazuli earrings on the teenager's white earlobe.

Heimus's eyes softened a little, he lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the sleeping teenager.

The skin touched by his lips brought human body temperature.

very warm.

He narrowed his eyes and thought.

Compared with the little cold body in the dream, the body of the teenager in his arms was so soft and warm at the moment.

The warmth penetrated into his body through the clothes, making him particularly satisfied.

The golden-red eyes reflected Gallan's sleeping face, and his eyes were soft and tender with indescribable breath.

Huimus buried his face in the thick blond hair and closed his eyes.

At the moment he is holding everything in his arms.

...

………………

Overnight.

Sleep well overnight.

The slight noise around him awakened Garland from a deep sleep. He didn't immediately open his eyes, his body lazy and lazy.

It was different from the feeling of being filled with sleep for a whole day when he was drugged by his knight not long ago. This night, he slept deeply and calmly.

It was like knowing that someone around him was guarding him so that he would not be disturbed by anything.

The body has been wrapped in a warm feeling.

After waking up, there is a fulfilling sense of satisfaction.

After a while, Gallan opened his eyes slightly.

He saw the figure standing in front of the bed, with a tall body, like a tall green pine, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and slender limbs.

The body is extremely fit, and may not appear to be majestic or well-developed, but the tight muscles hide the terrible explosive power of a beast.

In particular, a pair of big long legs raised the figure a lot.

It was really a little pantothenic in the mind of the teenager who had been hit by his height from time to time in recent days and had to drink milk every day.

Heimus, who was bowing his iron braces tightly on his wrist, felt the line of sight around him, turned his head, lowered his eyes, and looked to Gallan.

His eyes met, and his eyes bent slightly, showing a smile.

Garland was still lying sideways on the bed, lazy, too lazy to move.

He extended a right hand from the warm blanket and waved.

How does that action look like how it is called Sneiga?

Heimus looked at Gallan's movements, and was not angry at all, but smiled even more in his eyes.

He followed Garlan's beckoning motion, pressed one hand against the bed, and bent over.

But even if he leaned over, he was still a bit taller.

"It's too high, squat down."

Regarding Gallan's repeated requests to push his nose to his face, Huimus seemed very patient.

Without saying a word, he crouched beside the bed.

It looked like a docile and harmless big wolf dog.

He squatted in front of Gallan, his thin lips slightly raised, watching the boy's eyes full of indulgent looks.

Golden eyes glanced at Huimus, then, Garland's right hand stretched out, plucked the black hair on the head of the **** wolf, and patted the head again.

"Be careful, don't get hurt."

After finishing Mao, the right hand to be retracted was caught by the opponent halfway.

Heimos held the hand, clutching all his fingers in the palm of his hand.

He lowered his head and his black hair fell on his white wrist.

The cool lips kissed the boy's warm hand clenched by him.

"do not forget."

He said softly, "I'm here."

What he said in a low voice was like an oath.

"……always there."

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do not be afraid.