A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Quietly at night, only the spring water sprayed on the stone statue of the Goddess Isdal in the courtyard made a low splashing sound.

The hexahedral diamond-shaped crystal column stands in the middle of the courtyard, emitting soft white light in the dark.

In the corner of the room, the little milk lion huddled in a ball on the soft cushion, like a hair ball, and the fluffy little head was buried in the two short legs, making a grunting sound.

He slept soundly and didn't notice what was happening in the room.

The night breeze was suddenly violently blown for a while, and the wind softened again. It lightly swept across the surface of the crescent moon pool, lifted the translucent veil, and blew into the open floor-to-ceiling windows.

The golden forehead moved slightly, sitting on the bed, Gallan turned his head and glanced at the light green flower buds in the wind outside the window.

As soon as he moved, the arms that held him tightened, but he seemed to be afraid of his pain, and immediately loosened a few points after tightening.

Garland's hand patted Huimus' back gently.

Heimos held him, arms around him tightly in his arms, as if fearing he would disappear.

His head was buried deeply in his neck foss, and the dark hair fell on his shoulder.

That looks like a big dog who has been away from the owner for too long, so it must be nested on the owner's lap to feel at ease. Why can't he let go of holding Gallan.

Garlan said nothing, did nothing, but let him hold him, and hugged him back as well.

He could feel a touch of wetness on his shoulder.

He still said nothing, but from time to time he would gently stroke Heimus' back with his hands.

I don't know how long it has passed, the meniscus has already crossed the mid-air, and unconsciously it has arrived in the middle of the night.

"Hymos."

Garland yelled softly.

After a pause, Huimus finally raised his head slowly.

His lips are still tight.

From the beginning until now, the man's tight lips never made a sound.

Under the soft light, you can clearly see the corners of his eyes are now red and very red.

The lines are sharp and cold and pride-like, but at the moment they are full of tears

Perhaps it is because of this huge contrast that people feel more distressed.

A strand of wet white hair fell on the corners of red eyes.

Garland looked up at Heimus, and he raised his hand and wiped the tears off Heimus's face with his palm.

His fingers pierced the strands of snow like snow, and then, he saw the deep scars on the corners of his eyes.

It is Huimos.

From this person's eyes, Garland knew that this person was Huimos.

But what he didn't think of was that Huimos turned out to be Huimos.

There are still burn marks on the hands without palmprints, and there is a scar that extends to the ears.

This is the Huimus that was two thousand years ago.

He did not reincarnate in this era like Brother Wang or Kehuos.

Garland remembered.

Brother Camos said that the barrier of time is extremely powerful, and that only the soul needs to cross time, and the strength needed is enough to crush the seat of God.

It is absolutely impossible for a person to cross the torrent of time together with his body.

Unless the world is destroyed, the rules break.

Why Huimus...

But Garland didn't want to ask.

Because it is not necessary.

This person is now in front of his eyes, silent, just keep tears, like a child who has been aggrieved, makes him feel bad.

So he didn't ask anything, just looked at him and lifted his hand to wipe away the tears on that face.

"I wanted to find you."

Garland said that his wet fingertips, which had just wiped the tears, gently stroked Huimus' forehead.

His eyes fell on a few strands of white hair that were unusually conspicuous between the black foreheads.

"Although I don't know where you will be, will you remember me... I don't know how long it will take me to find you."

Heimus, who closed his lips, did not speak immediately, and his red eyes were still fixed on Gallan.

"But you said it."

The man finally spoke.

He spoke very slowly, one word at a time, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time and seemed rather stiff.

The voice was not only low but horrible hoarse.

"You said to me at that time..."

He raised his hand and grabbed Garland's hands.

He gripped tightly, and his brown fingers fell deep into his white wrists.

He looked at Gallan and looked at the accusation.

"You said, you don't want me anymore."

Garland took a breath.

He didn't respond for a while, so he stared at Huimus so stunned.

In a word, let the memories of that time hit him overwhelmingly.

He remembered his own powerlessness at that time, and remembered the words he said to Huimus with a smile at that time.

It is obviously very uncomfortable. Both the body and the deepest part of the body are so uncomfortable that it is hard to breathe.

However, he still had to use that calm tone to smile and say that to Heimus.

[I don’t want you anymore, Huimus. 】

Garland lowered his eyes.

His hands were grasped by Huimus, but he lowered his head and lowered his eyes.

The blond hair falling from his cheeks covered his face, casting a shadow on his side cheek cage.

He bit his lower lip slowly.

He kept thinking about what to say when he found Heimus.

Is it ‘sorry’, or...

Now this person is in front of him, but he can't say anything.

He did the cruelest thing to him.

He knew what he meant to him, but he still left him there alone.

[Guarding Aaron Landis is like guarding me. 】

He knew that every word that Huimus said to him was done.

This man is always like this, always without hesitation to send everything in front of him.

In this cruel way, he took advantage of his affection for him and made him promise that promise.

Even for the reasons of guarding Aaron Landis, guarding everyone, and even guarding Huimos, he could not deny this.

Up to now, in the face of Huimus, he couldn't even say a word of'sorry'.

In front of this man, how pale is ‘apologies’.

Under the soft light, the long thin eyelashes dropped deeply on the teenager's cheeks.

The teenager's lower lip was bitten tightly, and his teeth were deeply marked, to the point that the lips were slightly whitened.

At this moment, Huimos suddenly lowered his head, leaned over and kissed Garland.

He covered his lips, and the soft tip of his tongue prodded Galland's teeth to grind his lower lip with a very gentle movement.

Loosen the clenched wrist, he held Gallan's head in both hands, and the tip of his tongue gently licked like a soothing| licking the bitten white spot on the teenager's lips.

Very pitiful.

After a while, Huimus raised his head, gently pressed his forehead against Garland's head, and rubbed it.

"Don't bite."

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He says,

"I'm not angry anymore."

He was still complaining a second ago, but now he is quietly coaxing the person in his arms.

"I just scared you deliberately, I'm not angry."

He held Gallan's head in his hands, his forehead rubbing gently on his blond hair.

The warmth passed from the opponent's forehead softened Huimus's eyes.

His fingers kept touching the skin with heat, which was completely different from the cold body in his memory.

The warmth penetrated into his body, as if dispelling the coldness of these two thousand years.

He said while kissing the eyes, forehead, and ear tips of the young boy in his arms like a dragonfly.

"Don't bite."

He said, with a hoarse voice.

"I feel bad."

The chest that seemed to be heavily pressed was suddenly sour, and even the tip of the nose seemed to be sour.

Garland reached out his hand and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

Trying to endure the sourness of his nose, he buried his entire face in the other person's broad chest.

That was the hug he couldn't know more.

He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against the man's strong chest. Through the thin muscles, he could hear a clear heartbeat coming from deep inside his chest.

Once, again.

Strong and powerful.

It made him feel uncomfortable.

[No matter where you are, I will come to you. 】

[Even if it is hell. 】

Every word he said to him was a promise.

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That night more than two thousand years ago.

In the dark night, the brilliance of the stars.

The top floor of the White King's Mausoleum Palace, the temple at the highest point of the palace, the sky roof, and on all four walls are relief stone statues of the gods of Aaron Landis.

The night was terribly quiet.

The dark-haired man squatted halfway in the center of the empty temple, and the boy's cold body was held in his arms.

He looked up and slowly looked around the reliefs of the gods on the temple's stone walls with his eyes.

"I know you can hear me."

He demanded a contract with the gods at the expense of achieving the achievement of unifying the mainland.

At first, the gods were only silent, never responding to his words.

And he no longer spoke, indifferently.

Two days and three nights, he was motionless, like a stone statue.

The gods who could no longer keep silent finally responded to him.

[If ‘he’ does not return, your soul will be trapped in this body forever, and eternal life will not be released. 】

The gods warned him so.

[Even so, do you have to make this contract? 】

The man nodded without hesitation.

The sighs of the gods sounded in the void.

【as you wish. 】

From the moment of entering into a contract with the gods, time is still on Huimos.

Since then, his heart is no longer beating.

Since then, time will not pass over him.

Those strands of white hair that turned like snow in a flash were a symbol of the contract.

Before Garland re-enters the land of Aaron Landis, his time will always remain at the moment of making a contract.

...

After entering into a contract with the gods, he walked out of the tomb and inherited the throne.

Completing the tasks of the gods and reaching the line of destiny are his only goals.

Other than that, he didn't care.

Because time is still, his appearance has not changed for decades.

Although everyone was surprised by this, no one dared to talk because of the fear of him.

Thirty-two years later, after completing his mission, he entered Wang Ling and began to wait in a deep sleep.

And this level is more than two thousand years.

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Embracing the beloved who had waited for two thousand years, Huimus's deep and hoarse voice sounded in the quiet night, expressing his contract with the gods.

Garland listened quietly.

It was not until the end that he raised his hand and touched the handsome face that had no difference from two thousand years ago.

He said softly, "You never thought, what if you didn't come back to Aaron Landis after two thousand years or because of an accident?"

"Then sleep all the time."

Embracing the warm body of the teenager in his arms, Huimus said.

He spoke lightly.

"Will not wake up."

If he doesn't sleep, he may fall into madness after a long wait.

If the person in his arms was not there when he woke up, he would rather sleep forever.

"I don't need to be reincarnated."

He says,

"Whether it was you two thousand years ago, or you two thousand years later, it was ‘you’.”

"Without this contract, two thousand years later, the ‘me’ you meet may not be me.”

"I don't allow it."

Reincarnation?

No, he never believed in the afterlife.

He only needs the person in front of him at this moment, just now.

Perhaps thinking of something that made him unhappy, Huimus tightened his arms.

His tone was cold.

"Even if it was me who was reincarnated, I would definitely not be able to bear ‘he’ touching you, let alone be nice to him.”

Garland was dumb for a moment.

After a while, he raised his hand and poked Huimus' cheek.

"It's stingy."

"Whatever you say."

The man who unreservedly showed his great exclusivity grabbed the hand that poked his cheek several times, bowed his head, and firmly blocked Gallan's mouth.

"I can't even be the other." He said, "You can only be mine!"

Can only belong to me.