A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The sun **** Shamash, the **** of justice, the **** of judgment.

He symbolizes the law. He recognizes loyalty in a fair and selfless manner. He holds the heavenly wheel in one hand and the sword of Samash in the other.

All the wicked people, as well as those who break the oath, will be criticized by him under the sword.

On the day when he became a priest of Samash, he knelt under the tall **** and took the scepter given to him by his leader.

He took a scepter and took an oath under the sun god.

I will firmly enforce the law.

I will obey the order of justice.

I will judge everything fairly.

I will protect the teachings of Shamash, regardless of life or soul——

The priest of Samash, the priest of the sun, is just and selfless and powerful.

This is true for Xie Muer.

He is an upright and severe person. Few people can see the emotions of ordinary people from his face. He is sensible and calm. He has never been swayed by personal feelings.

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"Xie Muer, I'm done!"

The white parchment was raised in front of his eyes, and the teenager holding it tilted his head, and half of his face appeared from behind the parchment, and there was still a little childishness on that face.

Under the golden forehead like the sun, the young man's eyes curled up like the crescent of the crescent moon.

The teenager looked at him, showing his expectant eyes.

He glanced lightly and said, "No."

The gleaming teenager suddenly limped, like a little squirrel pulling his ears down.

He also said: "However, it is better than last time."

The young man's eyes lighted up again, golden eyes, like the sun in the sky.

He stood there and smiled brightly at him. The sun bathed the child like a faint iris on the cage.

He smiled at him, and he looked at him with confidence in his eyes.

This young prince seemed to have the glory of the sun.

He nurtures older children.

He looked at the little child and grew up in front of him.

Like he was holding the palm of his hand, a little green leaves were drawn out.

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"Are you really going to die with that prince?"

That day, the man who came to him said so.

The man was a companion who studied with him when he was young, but later, he chose to become a priest of Shamash, and that man chose to become a priest of the **** of the night.

The priest of the night **** has long been a confidant of another prince.

This man came here to persuade him to join Prince Huimos together.

He was silent.

"Think about it, how could the weak prince He De take the throne?"

"A long time ago, when King Camos let you choose, didn't you also choose to teach His Royal Highness?"

"So, this is not a betrayal, it is just to implement your own choice." The man said, "Prince Garland could not win His Royal Highness."

He remained silent for a long time, and then answered.

"……you are right."

Garland couldn't win Huimus.

Everybody knows.

He also knows.

He said: "He can't win Huimus."

It was a cruel road full of blood and thorns.

The child can't do it.

But Huimos was on that road.

Therefore, the throne must ultimately belong to Huimus.

"Right? So you are also optimistic about His Highness, Huymus, aren't you?"

The man said to him with a smile.

"Only His Highness is qualified and best suited to sit on that throne."

"........."

He closed his eyes and did not answer.

Yes.

Prince Heimus is very powerful and unparalleled. Today, even King Camos can no longer suppress this terrible man like a beast.

A long time ago, he also thought that only people who are strong and powerful enough to qualify for the throne.

But until now, he finally understood that was not the case.

To sit on the throne, you need more than strength.

Heimus is very strong, but his heart is too narrow, narrow only to himself.

Although Gallan is weak, he has a broad mind. He can put a lot of people in his heart, and his gentle heart makes him willing to protect everyone he can watch.

Heimus' eyes were so narrow that he could only see himself.

He wanted the throne for himself.

He will not suppress himself, but will only obey his self, and he will fulfill all his wishes as he pleases.

Because for him, nothing but himself, even the entire Aaron Landis.

... He vaguely saw the shadows under Prince Huimus's feet, and the darkness wrapped around him.

It seemed to be an invisible omen.

When Heimus was on the throne, his mighty lead Aaron Landis might not be strong, but a terrible abyss.

And the child he cares for in one hand is about to become the initial sacrifice-

…………Do not.

No.

He opened his eyes and looked at his childhood friend.

He said, "Okay."

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"You can't win Huimus."

That day, he said to Garland like this.

He saw the child's wide eyes and looked at his incredible gaze.

He seemed to see something shattered in an instant from those golden eyes.

There seemed to be some cracking deep in the teenager's eyes, and he stood looking at him, his face full of helplessness.

At that time, he wanted to reach out and touch the child's head as before.

But no.

[You can't win Huimus. 】

You will die in his hands.

So, it’s up to me.

Even if I betray my faith.

I want you to live and go to the throne alive.

...

You are a priest of Samash, fairness and justice are your beliefs.

When you tell a lie, you will betray Samash's path.

When you are lying, your faith will be destroyed.

Your soul will fall into hell, and eternal fire will burn.

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"Xie Muer, you have violated the oath of loyalty to His Highness, Heymus, you as a priest of Samash, but you lie, you have forsaken your faith, what else do you have to say that you are serving Samash man of--"

What the man behind was saying, he could not hear.

auzw.com His mind is blank at this moment.

The teenager leaned quietly in his arms, as if sleeping, but the blood oozing from the corners of his eyes and lips slowly slipped across the pale face with a little childishness.

The cicada-like eyelashes tremble slightly in the wind, like a trace of the last life that passed away.

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

He didn't know what he was doing, he just vaguely felt that there was something cracking at the deepest part of the body at this moment.

What emerged in his mind at this moment was the moment when he left, the child looked at him.

Countless and terrible things poured out of the body and stirred, as if tearing his whole person a little bit.

The body of the person in the arms is chilling a little bit, together with his heart...

...

Even if you abandon your faith, give up everything.

I also want to protect you.

But even if everything is abandoned.

I still can't hold you.

He closed his eyes.

Great Shamash, all sins are to me.

The sin that the prince had committed when he was young was borne by me.

Please bring his soul into the kingdom of God...

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In that void, it seemed that there was a pair of eyes watching, looking at everything that happened after that.

Those eyes were full of confusion.

Is this what happened after his death in that life?

...Sherman didn't abandon him...he actually has been guarding him...is he?

But why did he see this scene?

Confused, he saw Huimus pulled out his long sword on the waist.

The sharp blade was raised in the hands of Huimus.

Do not.

Heymos, no!

He wanted to stop him, he wanted to stop him, he screamed with all his strength, wanted the man to stop.

But all this is the past, what happened in the past.

He could only watch, but could not stop anything.

He could only watch the sharp sword in the hands of Huimos who didn't know how many people had drunk the blood in the sunlight.

Stop it...stop it!

You have killed me, let him go!

No one can hear his voice, nobody can hear it.

He could only see Xie Muer kneeling there without knowing his body.

He could only watch Huimus's hands fall heavily.

The sharp blade penetrated Xie Muer's chest in an instant-

Huimus! ! !

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The sun was setting and the horizon was red and glamorous, it was burning clouds. The sun about to fall into the ground scattered the golden red light obliquely onto the ground, shining through the window.

The red sunset light fell on the face of the blond kid lying quietly on the bed.

Suddenly, the child opened his eyes violently.

His hand stretched hard into the air, as if he wanted to grab something that didn't exist, his fingertips tensed to the extreme.

His enlarged pupil shivered violently and opened his mouth as if to gasp, but his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to breathe or make a sound.

"Gallan?"

Someone came quickly, grabbed his hand, and shouted his name nervously.

Garland turned his head.

The next second, his pupil contracted violently.

The familiar face in his eyes blanked his mind.

He could no longer think.

Huimus!

Only this name remained in his mind.

It was almost an instinct for the body. He stretched his elbows and sat sideways, reaching for Heimus' waist and pulling out the dagger tied to the opponent's belt.

Pulling the dagger out of the sheath, he stared fiercely at Heimos and thrust the dagger fiercely at Heimos—

Keng's sound was crisp.

The dagger stabbed the metal bracelet, making a crisp metal crash.

Almost at the moment Gallan lifted his hand to stab the dagger in the past, Huimus raised his hand and blocked the pointed tip of the sword with a metal wristband on his wrist.

The next second, he grabbed Gallan's right wrist with his dagger in his backhand.

With only a little effort, Gallan let go of his hand with severe pain.

The dagger fell off and was caught by Huimus in the other hand.

Heimos clasped Garland's right wrist and pushed him down on the bed.

Garland's back hit the bed and made a loud bang in the room.

And at the same moment when he was overwhelmed by Huimos on the bed, the white blade of the dagger recaptured by Huimos had reached his throat.

With a little effort, he could cut his throat.

Everything happened in an instant.

It started when Galan drew his sword and thrusted at Heimus, until Heimus pressed it against the bed with his dagger against his throat.

This series of actions happened in less than two seconds.

Everything was a reaction to the instinctive response of Huimos' body. After two seconds, he reacted, looking at the scene in front of him, and he was startled and stunned.

"Gallan?...Did you just have a nightmare?"

He asked suspiciously.

The child who was pressed on the bed by his eyes stared blankly at him. At first he was at a loss, as if he hadn't recovered from his dream, his eyes were lost.

After the eyes were clear, he looked at him as if he understood something. Suddenly his eyes blinked, and a series of tears fell.

Sudden tears made Huimos confused.

He panicked back the dagger against Gallan's neck, and released his hand.

"This is a fighting reaction formed after physical training. I didn't want to start with you, but the physical response was too fast and I couldn't control it..."

Garland did not answer.

He opened his eyes, his big golden eyes were soaked in the mist, and the tears fell from the corners of his eyes, falling into a mess.

He bit his lower lip tightly without making a sound, but the tears in his eyes that looked at Huimos kept falling down, and fell so badly.

Although he didn't speak, he didn't say anything, but he didn't know why he looked so distressed.

"Don't be afraid, Garland."

Scared by nightmares?

Or was it scared by the dagger that just touched the throat?

Huimus thought.

"Don't be afraid, believe me, I won't hurt you."

He whispered that his hand gently touched Gallan's forehead.

He said: "No matter what happens, I will not hurt you."

The author has something to say: 　　 is not challenging to change.

Let the buddies who are now shouting for an offensive shout ‘True Fragrance’ to Huimus in the future, which is challenging (evil smile)

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Since so many people are worried, I will give a clear notice, and then it is really the home of Huymos.

All your questions about the past will be revealed next.