A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Curtain sky.

In the dark night, there is no starlight, only a white crescent moon hangs above it, but it is mostly covered by a thick black cloud, and only a little curved tip is revealed.

There was almost no shimmer between the grounds.

A huge palace stands on the ground, majestic, but silent.

The lights around the hall were long gone.

It is hidden in the night, as if it has become one with the night.

The majestic palace saw no voice.

Even the guards guarding the outside of the main hall are as silent as stone carvings.

The breeze from the distant sea swept over the guard standing like a stone statue, passed through the huge stone arch gate, and entered the main hall of Zheng

The hall was darker and darker.

Without lights, it is empty, only a white pillar stands silently

It is obviously summer, even in the middle of the night, the temperature is still hot, but in this empty hall, it is inexplicably giving a chill.

The chill seemed to pass from the slate floor under the feet, the tall stone pillars standing in the hall, and the stone walls hidden on all sides, which made people feel cold from head to toe.

The breeze with a little humid breath of the sea is still swept forward, but it seems to have also been inexplicably cold in the hall.

Through countless tall white stone columns, passing through the empty black hall, blowing through the high stone steps, it finally reached the end of the hall.

On the high platform, on the golden throne, someone sat quietly in the dark, eyes closed, as if sleeping.

This light breeze flew from the cheek of the man sitting on the golden throne, and a strand of dark hair moved slightly in the corner of the man's eyes.

Just a little bit of inaudible movement is enough to wake the man from a light sleep.

The eyes under the black hair moved slightly and opened.

The crimson hue appeared in the darkness, and it was extremely burning, like a crimson flame burning above the sea of ​​blood.

It was quiet all around.

He could hear nothing but his own breath.

Deep under the crimson eyes, there seems to be a faint trace of gold left, but the touch of gold is too weak to be seen anymore.

... Probably it was the blood that had spattered in front of his eyes over the years that had already dyed his eyes as they are today.

Sitting on the golden throne and sleeping lightly is a tall, slender man.

The dark short hair seemed to blend in with the darkness.

The same dark cloak fell from his shoulders, scattered on the throne, covering most of the supposedly bright gold.

He sat quietly with his hands on the golden armrests.

The right arm is covered with white bandages from the shoulder to the fingertips, and it becomes dazzling white in the dark, showing a very sharp contrast with the brown arm of the left arm.

... so quiet...

Crimson eyes opened for a few seconds, and after passing indifferently across the empty and quiet hall, they closed again.

A big hall is empty but empty.

There was only darkness in sight.

Between the earth, it seems that only he exists alone.

Everyone knows that for many nights, he will sleep on the throne in the hallway.

He is more used to sleeping on his throne than the soft bed in the palace.

The cold under him, the strength of the metal that he can grasp, can give him a real blessing

The throne belongs to him.

The only thing in the world that really belongs to him.

Because of the strange habit of often sleeping alone in the hall, he can't remember how many times he has been assassinated on this throne in this hall over the years.

But every time, the blood of the assassin stained the steps under his feet.

…………

The hall was so quiet that I could only hear my breathing.

And he felt that even the only breath was weakening.

It's time.

He came to this world alone.

Now, he will leave alone.

With these, he has a blessing

Without the slightest fear and unwillingness, he was calmer than he thought.

Perhaps it is because there is nothing in the world that can stir his emotions.

Even if it was his own death.

He closed his eyes and waited quietly for the last moment.

And after his death, what will happen in the hall where the Supreme Power is located, who will take his place on the throne.

He didn't care.

………………

There was unprecedented silence around him, as if his five senses had disappeared a little before death.

Soon, everything will disappear, including himself.

All, before death, everything that one has experienced during his lifetime will pass in front of his eyes, letting people see his life clearly.

But he couldn't see anything.

Or maybe, everything he saw was vague, so vague that he could not see anything.

This is a matter of course.

Because he has always been indifferent to anything.

In this long time of nearly forty years, countless people or things have hurried away from him, he never looked at it more.

In addition to the cold throne he could feel under him.

Everything in this world has nothing to do with him.

…………

[Xie Muer. 】

It was a childish face that suddenly appeared in front of me.

The bright smile of the boy was as bright as his short blond hair shining in the sun.

In a vague memory, only this smile is very clear.

The golden hair tips that flew up at the moment of turning back, the curvature of the corners of the curved eyes, and the golden pupils gleaming like jewels appeared very clearly in front of his eyes at this moment.

In the dark night, the man's fingers wrapped in snow-white bandages, which were calmly placed on the armrest, clenched for a moment.

Also, the narrow eyes twitched slightly under the dark hair.

Garland...

He was suddenly in a trance.

He never knew that in his memory, the young man's face was so clear.

He remembered.

This was many years ago, at noon, he passed by the atrium.

As he walked over, as soon as he raised his eyes, he noticed the teenager standing on the side of the road ahead.

The bright blonde hair can be seen at a glance no matter where it is.

The boy turned his back to the direction he walked in, lowered his head, and didn't know what was going on.

He saw him.

The teenager did not seem to notice his arrival.

At that time, he didn't think much, and didn't want to talk to the teenager, only intending to walk quietly behind him.

However, when he was close to the boy, the boy who had been keeping his head down seemed to suddenly hear his footsteps and woke up from his own thoughts.

So the teenager who was awakened by the sound of his footsteps turned his head.

The golden hairpin flew up in the air at the moment when the teenager turned his head, and the teenager who turned back opened a bright smile in the bright sunlight with the childish face.

Xie Muer.

Rarely stunned by the bright smile that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he heard the boy shout that name.

It turned out to be so, and treated myself as that mentor priest.

He thought so, still indifferent, looking at the teenager in front of him expressionlessly.

The teenager's smile was frozen in his face.

Not just the face, but the whole person froze.

He opened his mouth and seemed to want something, but nothing came out.

That looks very embarrassing.

He didn't know why, but he looked at the teenager's embarrassed expression with a little interest and waited patiently for something.

It is a pity that the priest of Samash soon appeared here and called the boy away.

He watched the boy relax with a sigh of relief and hurried away from himself before running towards the priest.

He heard the boy shouting the name of Xie Muer, and smiled at the priest he had just seen.

He was familiar with that smile.

He has seen Garland show such a smile to the people around him many times.

He always hated Garland's smile.

Because it was a proof that the teenager was loved and cared for by the people around him and was well protected.

It is a proof that the teenager has forgotten everything.

Every time he saw such a smile on the person around him, it was difficult for him to deepen his hatred for it.

It's just that he never imagined that the Garlan who had always watched him with defense, resistance and even a little fearful eyes would have such a smile on him...

Although this is just a misfortune accident.

Soon, he left the accident behind and forgot to clean it.

…………

……………………

He thought he had forgotten everything,

He thought he had already discarded the memory of the teenager.

But now he knew that he never forgot.

——Even if sixteen years have passed.

The teenager is already dead.

Sixteen years ago.

Under the fountain of the Goddess Isdar, he died at his feet.

How ironic.

The person he hated the most was the one with the deepest impression in his memory.

It is the only person in his life that he will never forget.

…………

When a group of subordinates, including Soga, worked diligently for this battle for the throne, he alone, as a participant, never worried about the outcome of this silent battle.

He knew very early that there was only one ending.

He will be the ultimate winner.

The winner is king.

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This is not because he underestimates Garland or is too arrogant.

It is because he has been watching Galland all the time, so he knows better than anything.

Gallan cannot win him.

No matter how many times it is repeated.

The reason is simple.

Gallan had no intention of killing him.

The teenager looked at him, maybe there was confusion, maybe there was resistance, maybe there was fear, unwillingness, anger and even resentment.

However, there is no intention to kill.

He guessed that if Gallan became the final winner, he would not kill him if he took the throne.

The teenager may regard him as a terrible adversary, but never really regard him as a life-and-death burden

Regardless of fighting against him, Gallan never intended to kill him.

……true.

naive.

silly.

That's why he never worried about the outcome of this war.

Because the truth of the teenager, and the stupidity of self-righteousness, the destiny of the death of the teenager was doomed at the beginning.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry to resolve his naive enemy.

So, he watched the Samamish priest ‘betrayed’ Gallan with cold eyes, and turned into his group.

Therefore, he carelessly watched the priest break through the board he set up again and again, protecting the teenager hard.

He looked at this lead indifferently

He never believed Xie Muer's'betrayal'.

Because he clearly remembered the gaze that the teenager relied on when he shouted the name of the priest, and the gentleness that Xie Muer looked at when he was young.

Later, the lion king led the army to leave the royal city and ran to the west to face the invaders of the Gastads.

He thought it was time.

He noticed the dark ups and downs of the battlefield in the Western Realm, noticed that there was something wrong with the city master next to a royal family, and guessed that the Lion King was going to be more and more fierce...

But what did he do with it?

He just thought that the game should be over.

That one, he personally poured the poison into Gallan’s mouth.

He watched the blood spit out painfully from the boy stained the white stone floor.

He watched the other person close his eyes under his feet and stopped breathing.

He couldn’t remember what he was thinking, but he vaguely remembered the blessing when the fragile neck was trembling in his hand at that time.

When the sword in his hand pierced Xie Muer's chest, he remembered the scene where the boy shouted the name of the priest with a bright smile.

He suddenly thought that for so many years, he never seemed to hear the teenager shout his name once.

...

He became the king of Aaron Landis.

He took the throne of gold.

He let everyone crawl under his feet.

He let everyone look at him with only fear in his eyes.

He fought for a lifetime on the battlefield, with bones under the sword, and blood on his feet.

Wherever he went, there was only war, killing, blood and death.

He was fighting on the battlefield, never for Aaron Landis.

But he likes war.

Only when the fresh blood spattered on him, the scorching heat made him feel alive.

Seeing the fear of him in the eyes of others, and stepping on everyone's feet, he will be instantly satisfied.

...Yes, in an instant.

After passing that moment, it became empty again, nothing

Like his empty life.

There are countless people killed in his life.

And what he remembers is the only one.

……in case…………

He did not regret it.

No matter how many times he repeats, he will do that.

The throne is the only thing he can hold in his hand.

The only thing he can have.

He never regrets what he did.

...

But, in the last moment of falling darkness, he could not help thinking.

in case……

If there was no such tragic accident as a child...

If he and Gallan never parted ways because of that accident...

If they can grow up together...

That afternoon, the moment the teenager turned his head to show a big smile, would he call out his name?

…………

If there is no fire.

If you can call my name with a smile.

………………

The darkened hall was quiet and silent.

The man sitting on the golden throne stopped breathing in the dark.

...

Huimus.

Aaron Landis the thirty-sixth king.

The successor of the Lion King Camos.

Outstanding achievements in battle, no defeat on the battlefield in his life.

When he was in power, Aaron Landis reached the military peak, and neighboring countries did not dare to make a step forward.

Sixteen years in office, he was only thirty-nine years old when he died.

No successor.

After the death of King Huimos, Aaron Landis fell apart in an instant.

A year and a half later, the Gasdars entered the royal city.

Aaron Landis died.

…………

……………………

"Her..."

Indistinctly, a voice echoed in the ear.

"Huy..."

It seems that someone is calling his name.

"Hyimos—"

He opened his eyes.

The sun was shining down from the back of the teenager who pressed on him, squinting slightly in the sunlight as if shining blond hair.

The blond teenager smiled and poked his forehead with his finger.

"Are you having a nightmare? You can't wake up anymore, your brows are so tight that you're about to cry."

Of course, the last sentence is a lie that the teenager talked about.

But it seems true that it seems painful, so the teenager tried to wake him from his dream.

Nightmare...?

He was in a trance.

Thoughts are still immersed in dreams, or the memory of the past, the bottom of my heart is empty, like a big hole is broken.

He held out his hand and held the young man's cheek in front of him.

The warm touch passed from fingertips.

real.

That temperature passed into his hands and penetrated into his skin, as if filling the empty hole in the bottom of his heart little by little.

The teenager who held his face stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"Why, have a nightmare, so do you want to be cute to me now?"

The teenager grinned.

"Hymos?"

He looked at the teenager's curly eyebrows and the smiley face in front of him.

He: "Uh."

He whispered: "I am coquettish."

".........????"

He laughed as he looked at the boy with a look of duress.

"I am coquettish."

He smiled,

"So, Garland, call it again."

He smiled and pressed gently against the other person's soft forehead.

"Again, call my name."

...

If everything can be repeated.

If you can call my name with a bright smile.

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