A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"Calm down?"

Heimus passed a glass of sweet juice, and the blonde child sitting on the bed reached for it. Two small hands, holding the white jade cup, looked up at him.

The golden forehead was scattered around the corners of the child's eyes. The eyes looked red, like a red-eyed bunny, and looked pitiful and cute.

Seeing Garland sip his juice while pursing his mouth, while the red nose was pumping from time to time, Huimos wanted to laugh.

He stood there, looked at Gallan and took that glass of juice, and took a sip of it.

"The doctor has checked it and said it's okay."

He took the empty white jade cup and placed it on the table next to it, Huimus said.

"Today the sun is getting bigger, and you are exhausting too much energy, and then you fainted, just take a good rest."

"It's okay to see you, they have something to do, so they leave first."

He said lightly.

As for King Camos and Xiemuer have urgent government affairs to deal with, they had to leave, and Kehuos followed the doctor to arrange the medicine evacuation. These details were intentionally and unintentionally downplayed by Heimus .

Hearing this, Garland didn't ask, but just tilted his head to look at him. The sunset light came in through the window and shone on the child's face, reflecting the half of the cheeks red.

Heimos stepped forward, leaned over to the bed, and reached out and rubbed the fluffy little head.

He whispered: "The next time you feel uncomfortable, say it early, don't hold on.

In his opinion, Gallan must have been too tired because of Xiemuer's training, but he was stubborn to refuse to speak, and then he fainted hot and tired.

His head was stroked by Heimus and comforted, Gallan's eyes dropped, and his long lashes concealed the look of his eyes.

Heimus stood beside him. From his perspective, looking from top to bottom, he could see a little tear mark left in the corner of the child's eye, like a light mole on the reddish eye corner, inexplicably like a click. The heart of man.

It seems that there is a soft feather in the softest place in the bottom of my heart, and I clicked a little.

He heard the child whisper.

"Xie Muer... how is he?"

Garland asked him.

"At that time, you stabbed him."

Heimus yelled.

"During the practice, his arrowhead cracked, and I was too late to close it." He said, "Just now the doctor helped him check, but the skin trauma, just a few days."

After he finished speaking, he saw Gallan breathing softly as if he were relieved.

"This..."

"Are you worried about him?" Huimus said with a smile. "Because he always scolds you, so I thought you didn't like him very much."

Garland lowered her eyes and said nothing, pursing her lips as if thinking of something.

After a while, he suddenly opened the thin blanket and lifted his feet to get out of bed.

He said, "I want to go out for a walk."

Heimos didn't stop him, let him get out of bed, put on his shoes, and then accompanied him out of the door and walked out into the courtyard.

Galland lived in a partial palace near the palace of King Camos. It was very spacious and there was a large courtyard outside. It was at sunset, when the red light of the sunset shone on the lush trees in the courtyard and in the sparkling lotus pond, covering them with a layer of light red tulle.

A tall stone statue stood above the fountain pool, and the water droplets shed a rainbow-like luster in the light.

Galland didn't walk long before he walked to the fountain, and the cold drops of water falling on his face made him raise his head.

On the fountain, the standing star goddess Isdal held the stars, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at the earth with loving and compassionate eyes.

...That very familiar look...

Garland's heart beat abruptly.

Yes.

right here.

That life, he also lived in this partial palace, right in this courtyard, fell under the stone statue of the Goddess Isdar.

He still remembers, at the moment of death, what he saw, the stone statue of the goddess seemed to be looking down on his compassionate eyes...

Garland stood there, looking up at this familiar place with his head up, motionless.

As long as he remembered that scene, he had a feeling of being unable to breathe.

His brain was so chaotic that he couldn't even think about it.

Suddenly, his hands stretched out from the side and into his armpits on both sides to lift him up all at once.

The messy memory was interrupted at once, and Gallan turned his head in amazement, and saw the young man who raised himself smiling at himself.

Heimos held him up and placed him on the edge of the fountain pool.

He smiled and said to him: "You want to sit up, do you?"

Before Garland responded, he was lifted by Huimus and placed beside the fountain.

The edge of the basin-shaped fountain that spreads from the bottom to the top is stone-carved. It is a little tall, more than a meter in length, almost the height of Galland, who is a child.

Seeing that Garland was standing by the fountain pool, Heimus stared at the side in a daze, thinking he wanted to climb up, so he lifted him up.

After putting Gallan in place, he turned around and pressed the edge of the fountain pool with his hand, and his body rose into the air. Once he turned around, he sat up and sat beside Gallan.

The young man who jumped up and sat flexed on one leg, stepped on the stone edge, put one hand on the flexed knee, and looked sideways at the child here.

The setting sun reflected on the young man's face, reflecting the beautiful face like morning glow, unspeakable and beautiful.

At the moment, Huimos also brought the youthful clearness and handsomeness, just like the rising sun in the morning, full of vigor and vitality, revealing the breath of young people's bright life.

No one will believe that at this moment this youth as bright as a sunrise, with bright and clear eyes, will become so terrible and cold in the future.

...Is it because of the obsession with the throne?

Garland sat on the sidebar of the high fountain pool, his legs hanging, and gently swaying in the air.

He tilted his head and looked at Huimus, and suddenly said, "Huimos, you never thought about it. Did the sword I stabbed with you actually want to kill you?"

Heimos was startled, then smiled.

"kill me?"

He apparently took Garland's sentence as a joke, and followed it.

"Do you want to kill me?"

He asked a question like this, and then with a brace, he jumped down and turned around, facing Gallan who was still sitting on it.

Then, Huimos reached out and pulled the dagger from his waist|, and handed it to Garland.

"Give you."

The teenager said with a smile, a tone of indulgence in his tone.

"Why do you want to kill me now?"

Garland didn't pick up the dagger, but looked down at Huimus with his head down.

At the moment, a young boy, Huimos stood in front of him, looking up at him with his head raised, and handed him a dagger with one hand, and placed one hand on the stone fence of the fountain pool beside him, like a half circle He is average.

Those golden-red eyes looked at him, bending slightly, and there was a smile on the bottom of his eyes.

Now Huimos probably likes him very much.

Garlan thought.

Perhaps it was because the shadow left over from the previous times led to his resistance to this person. Since the rebirth of this life, he has never seriously looked at this person.

Now, for the first time, he seriously looked at the man in front of him, this young Huimos.

For the first time, he looked directly at Huimus's eyes, and he finally saw the young boy's eyes in front of him.

One's eyes cannot deceive others. He can clearly see from these golden-red eyes that the teenager is full of trust and intimacy towards him.

Garland was a little confused.

...

Is it because of that time?

That night, when Heimus had a fever and fell down, he ran over and met him by mistake, helping him.

Because of that time, so now that Huimos is so close to him?

It was like a young wolf with long fangs and claws. It accidentally fell into a trap. After being rescued, it approached the person who saved him intimately.

auzw.com Gallan stares at the teenager in front of him.

That life flashed through my head, also under this fountain, and those golden-red eyes looked at themselves, as if quenching the poisonous cold eyes.

Without knowing why, he reached out and touched Huimus' face, touching the slightly raised corner of his eyes.

Galan's sudden movements stunned Huimos. The child's fingers had just been immersed in the water of the fountain pool, and his fingertips were cool, but the coolness caused him to jump slightly in the chest.

For the first time, the child took the initiative to approach himself.

He is in a good mood.

He took the initiative and leaned over, put his face in the palm of the little hand, and raised his hand to cover Gallan's hand.

The teenager covered his hand, tilted his head slightly, squinted, and gently rubbed his cheek in the palm of the little hand.

The squinting coziness looks like a young wolf who is rubbing intimately on the hands of intimate people.

...This future wolf is very small, very young, and very close to him, like him...

...But the young wolf will eventually grow into a wolf...

Garlan thought.

Suddenly, a terrible thought came uncontrollably in his heart.

If you take advantage of this evil wolf when it is still a young wolf, coax him and cheat him, let him regard himself as the best friend, the closest friend.

Then, using emotion as a shackle, trap him, and then seize the opportunity to severely cut the claw of this evil wolf and pull his teeth in the future-

Only by removing this evil wolf can you survive.

"What kind of nightmare did you just do?"

The sound rang in his ears suddenly awakened Garland.

He hesitated and replied: "I dreamed of Xie Muer, he was killed."

Garland said so, but Huimus thought reflectively that Garland was talking about the refugees.

In the dream, Xie Muer was killed by the refugees.

"...I am also dead."

Garland said so quietly.

With the eyes down, the thin eyelashes dropped a shallow shadow on the white skin, and the child's voice was soft, with some unspeakable sadness, which made people feel distressed.

No wonder.

Huimus thought.

Not only dreamed that his guardian was killed, he was also killed together.

Dreaming of such a terrible thing, it is no wonder that at that time will cry out in fear.

"Gallan."

Huimus said he stood in front of Garland, looking up at the tender face with his head raised.

He reached out and took the child's wrist, holding Gallan's hands in both hands.

He tilted his head upwards, and occasionally a few drops of water falling from the standing stone statue of the goddess Isdar fell into his dark hair tips.

"Don't be afraid."

The sound of the child in front of him was the softest voice in his life.

Heimus thought that he was the prince of Gallan, and this was always a constant bond between him and Gallan.

As long as this entanglement persists, then it is his responsibility to protect Gallan and his right.

"With me in the future, I am very strong and will become stronger in the future, better than anyone."

"So I won't die or be injured. I will protect you in the future."

Heimos said this, the sunset was about to fall to the horizon, and there was only the last red ray of light on the ground, which fell on his golden-red eyes, as if a little light shone under his eyes.

The glimmer in his eyes reflected Gallan's figure, perhaps even he didn't notice it.

At this moment, what he said and promised was equivalent to the oath of a lifetime.

"Gallan, in this life, I will accompany you, protect you, and will not let anyone hurt you."

…………

[With emotion as a shackle, wrap the neck of this young wolf, and then seize the opportunity to cut off his claws and pull out his teeth—]

...Can't do it.

He couldn't get close to this person.

What's more, it is so despicable to use feelings as a bargaining chip to deceive.

Therefore, he could not do it.

………………

Looking away from Huimus's face, Garland looked up, and he saw the stone statue of the goddess Isdar above his head.

The pair of stone-carved eyes looked down at him with deep compassion.

It was like that day, the last scene he saw before his death.

Taking a deep breath, Garland lowered his head again and looked back at Huimus.

"...No need."

He says,

"I don't need you to protect me, I don't need you to stay with me."

"I do not need you."

Suddenly, Huimus' breath took a slight pause.

He stood there, staring blankly at Gallan, seeming not to understand what Gallan said.

Garlan sat there, looking down on him, and the fine fountain fell from behind him.

"Hyimos, that night, no matter who fell there, I will help him. Even if that person is someone I hate, I will help him."

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Huimus, you and I will be hostile one day in the future.

For the throne, we are fatal enemies.

I won't forgive you.

You won't let me go.

So, for the rest of our lives, we cannot be close friends.

…………

"You once asked me why I never called you prince...I thought you understood, but you still don't understand now."

"I have been avoiding you, why can't you see it?"

"...Now, I'm sick of it, so I will tell you directly."

The blond-haired child looked at him with bright eyes reflecting his shadow, childish lips, soft waxy voice, but speaking hurtful language.

Children's words have always been simple and straightforward, but this kind of straightforwardness is even cruel.

"Hyimos, from the first time I met, I hated you very much."

Garran raised his hand and pulled it out of the opponent's hand easily.

He jumped from the fountain pond without looking at Huimus, and left without looking back.

The boy who was left in place turned his head and glanced at the back of Gallan's departure.

His expression was faint, and he could not see any emotion. But at this moment, the sunset completely fell to the ground, so the glimmer that was still reflected in the youngster's eyes the previous second also disappeared.

It seemed that at this moment, the starlight in those eyes suddenly disappeared and disappeared into darkness.

[Hymos, I don’t need you. 】

【I do not want you. 】

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