A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

When Tire retreated from the camp of the Aaron Landis people and rushed back to his own camp, the general Aaron Landis who attacked his camp at night had already left first after charging back and forth in the camp.

The two failed to face each other.

Or maybe it was because General Aaron Landis, like him, saw the chaos in his camp from a distance, so he rushed back anxiously.

Because he did not expect that the Aaron Landis, whose strength was far lower than that of his own army, would take the initiative to attack, the general in charge of the night watch today just arranged the troops to keep vigil according to normal conditions, and did not strengthen the alert.

Unexpectedly, not long after Tire left, the camp was suddenly harassed by a group of rangers, causing a riot. Then General Aaron Landis led nearly a thousand cavalry into the camp.

The general even killed a Gastad general and escaped unharmed.

In the dark night, the silver-haired prince who hurried back was still riding on his horse. The horse beneath him snorted and paved the ground anxiously with its front hooves.

The light of the bonfire reflected Tyr's frosty face.

General Gastad, who was responsible for keeping watch but was attacked by someone, knelt tremblingly in front of Tirma. Although he lowered his head deeply and did not look at the prince's expression, the cold eyes looking down from above penetrated him as if they were real. His body sent chills down his back.

To the people of Gastad, Prince Tyr is like the cold winter that hangs over the snowy plains of Gastad all year round.

In the Gastad Snowfield, winter is the most terrifying thing.

Wherever he went, cold and death followed him.

While everyone was in awe of his power, they also felt frightened from the bottom of their hearts.

Although he was seriously injured when he attacked the Knight of the Burning Sun, his abdomen was bleeding, and his forehead was sweating profusely, but the general still supported his injured body and knelt in front of Tyr, motionless.

He did not dare to conceal anything or exaggerate, and honestly explained the story of the night attack on the camp.

"The one-eyed blond knight..."

Of course Tyr knew.

The Knight of the Burning Sun is famous on the continent, and is regarded as the two strongest people after Aaron Landis and the Lion King, along with Prince Heimos, who is known as the ‘Black Knight’.

At the same time, he is also the guardian knight of Prince Gallan.

For such a powerful knight, it is no wonder that he can lead a group of cavalry into his camp.

He glanced at his subordinate who was still kneeling. The general stiffened at his sight.

Tire dismounted and stepped forward. The snow-white cloak stained with countless bloodstains behind him flew up in the firelight of the dark night.

His indifferent voice came from the darkness.

"If you fail to guard the camp, you will be whipped forty times."

He was already injured and had to be whipped for forty times, which was almost like losing half his life.

But the general, who had long been accustomed to the harshness of the Prince of Tyr, said nothing and retreated.

…………

Wearing armor still stained with blood, Kehos hurried back to the camp.

Hearing that Prince Gallan was killed by the leader of the attack, he looked nervous, asked where the prince was and went straight to him.

"It's so late, why didn't the prince stay in the camp?"

"Knight Commander Farr was injured while trying to block the Gastard man who rushed towards the prince. The prince went to visit him."

"That's it..."

Cayjos breathed a sigh of relief.

When he walked to a small tent and heard conversations inside, he slowed down and stood at the door instead of going in.

The conversation could be vaguely heard coming from inside.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, it was all due to the negligence of my subordinates that I put you in danger, and now you are asked to come in person to visit a useless person like me... I really have no face to face you, please forgive me."

"Well, you really deserve to be punished for your poor guarding of the camp."

The boy's voice came from inside.

The voice was clear and not aggressive, but it was not soft either. It just gave people a strong sense of solidity.

"But the commander-in-chief of the First Army is Caihos. Even I have no authority to punish you beyond him."

"Your Highness, I..."

"Don't think too much. There will definitely be punishment for you, but it will be carried out after you recover from your injuries. If you recover quickly from your injuries and can go to the battlefield earlier to make meritorious deeds, you can redeem your merits by then. You understand. ?"

"...Yes, Your Highness, even such a useless body will definitely make meritorious deeds on the battlefield for you."

Caihos did not go in, but stood quietly outside the tent.

When Gallan lifted the curtain and walked out, he smiled at him.

Even though there are still some traces of blood on his face from when he killed the enemy, the face of the Knight of the Burning Sun, which has the charm of a mature man, is still handsome and charming.

He smiled and said, "Prince, I'm back."

Perhaps it has become a habit. Even now, he still habitually calls the title prince instead of crown prince.

"Kayhos?"

As soon as he went out, he was surprised to meet his guardian knight. Garlan was startled for a moment, and then immediately smiled.

He walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand to hold Caijos's arm, and raised his head to look at him.

"Are you hurt?"

Cayjos shook his head.

He lowered his head and looked down at Garlan in front of him with soft eyes, as if the warmth of the fire next to him melted into his eyes.

he thinks.

This prince is probably the only one in the world who, when he saw his subordinates returning from a night attack, the first question he asked was not 'what was the result of the night attack?' but 'were there any injuries?'

He smiled and replied: "I'm fine, Prince."

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"I didn't expect that Prince Tire would attack the camp himself, and he actually has natural divine power...Prince, you should pay more attention to your safety next time."

"Well, I didn't think well. Fortunately, Xin Yas is here."

Garlan said, looking at the sky.

There was already a glimmer of light on the horizon and the sun was about to rise.

"It's almost dawn, I'll go with you..."

"You are not an omnipotent god, Your Highness, you have done enough."

Kayhos suddenly interrupted Garlan and said, "Next, it's up to us subordinates."

That eye as green as malachite suddenly blinked at Garlan.

"Remember, I once said, if you have done everything yourself, what do you want us subordinates to do?"

He looked at Garlan in a joking tone but with extremely serious eyes.

"Being unable to solve problems for our master is what troubles us knights the most."

He waved, reached for a cup of hot milk that his subordinates had prepared in advance, and handed it to Garlan.

He said: "So, Your Highness, if you drink it, even if the sky falls now, you should go and rest. After all, if the sky falls, it will definitely hit me first."

"Hey... Caihos."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean to mention that you are much shorter than me."

"…………"

An arrow to the heart.

"Your Majesty Caijos is right, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

At this time, the female general Aielson who was following him followed closely and made a stabbing blow.

"Look, you've only reached my shoulders."

She even raised her hand to gesture casually.

"That's not possible. You need to eat more in the future so that you can grow stronger."

Garlan: "..."

Two arrows pierce the heart.

Cayjos held the milk with an innocent look on his face.

"I didn't mean to say you are short, I just want to remind you that if you want to grow taller, you must get enough sleep."

"Yes, that's what I usually say to the little princess."

Female General Aielson, who didn't know how to read the atmosphere at all, continued to finish off the attack.

In her heart, this crown prince is the future husband of her little princess, and she naturally hopes that Garlan will grow tall and strong.

If the crown prince is not as tall as her little princess in the future, it won't look good.

"...I'll leave the rest to you, I'm going to sleep."

Angry.

But Garlan, who had to raise his head to look at his guardian knight, was completely unable to refute.

He originally wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, everyone around him was indeed taller than him, even his younger brother Xinyas was taller than him.

The only fat guy Tal who was shorter than him was unable to march quickly, so he stayed in the rear and did not follow.

So unable to refute, he finished the glass of milk in one breath, then turned around and got into the tent in depression.

"Um."

The knight watched his little prince enter the camp.

"Hope you have sweet dreams."

He said, his eyes gentle.

Winir next to her stared at the expression on Caijos's face for a long time.

Kaihos, who turned around to handle matters, turned around and saw her staring at him.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"No...I'm just thinking that the way you look now is not a bit better than your usual fake smile. Well, it's a pity, now is not the time to think about such things, otherwise I would like to knock you out right now Drag you back to the island."

"…………"

The knight in the burning sun couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

Then, Caijos turned around and left decisively.

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Garlan didn't know how long he slept.

It seemed like I slept for a long time.

Since the day he decided to take back Rudas City, his emotions have been tense and hanging high in the sky.

Every decision he makes will affect Aaron Landis' future.

He tensed up his nerves and did not dare to slack off at all.

It felt like walking on the edge of a cliff every minute and every second, with no chance to breathe.

From that day on, he never had a good sleep.

The tense nerves made it difficult for him to sleep.

Although he was driven to bed by Caijos, he thought it would take him a long time to fall asleep again as before. Unexpectedly, he fell into a deep sleep not long after getting into bed.

He didn't even know how long he slept.

Anyway, I slept very deeply and slept for a long, long time.

Later, in his daze, something warm seemed to be licking his hand, causing him to gradually wake up.

"Go away, Nega, no licking allowed."

A familiar voice lowered his voice and spoke beside him.

"Lord Caihos said that the prince should have a good sleep and not wake him up."

The only person who habitually calls him prince instead of crown prince is the little fat guy who has followed him since he was a child.

Garlan opened his eyes slightly, and sure enough, he saw the round figure, turning sideways and whispering to the big lion, trying to drive Nerga away.

But Nergal was too lazy to pay attention to Tal, and still lowered his big fluffy head and gently licked Garlan's fingers.

Tarr's face became increasingly round and bulging with anger.

He was angry for a while and suddenly felt something. When he turned his head and saw Garlan looking into his eyes, he shouted happily.

"Prince, are you awake?"

"Well, Tal, when did you arrive?"

Garlan sat up, hugged the big lion with its big head in his arms, and stroked it twice.

Tal followed the rear army. When he arrived, the rear army led by the old city lord Kaleni must have arrived as well.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Lord Caihos won't let me."

Tarr whispered.

Caihos just asked him to stay beside the sleeping prince and not let him wake him up.

He stayed by the bed for most of the day, taking a beautiful look at his little prince's beautiful sleeping face. .

Garlan looked out the window. The sun was tilting to the west. He almost slept all day.

"When did you arrive... hmm? Why is it so noisy outside? What's going on?"

"We've arrived at noon. We're fighting with the Gastad people outside. Of course it's very noisy. We've been fighting all afternoon."

Tal replied matter-of-factly.

"What?"

Garlan was suddenly confused.

Are you fighting the Gastadians?

In other words, the war has already begun? Have you been fighting all afternoon?

Why didn't anyone wake him up? Why didn't he wake up when it was so noisy?

…

Wait, that glass of milk——!

Garlan suddenly remembered that the glass of milk Kaihos handed him in the early morning must have been added with something, so he slept so deeply for so long.

no! How could he stay here during the war?

"Tal, bring me my clothes!"

Gallan pushed Nega away and stood up to get out of bed.

As soon as he sat up, someone walked in.

"Your Highness."

A bard wearing leather armor walked into the camp. He stepped forward, bent his knees, and knelt on one leg in front of Garlan. Then he looked up at Garlan.

"Crown Prince Garlan."

He said,

"You've done what you've got to do, you've done everything you can do."

"So please leave the next steps to them."

"And all you need to do now is believe in your men and believe that they will bring you victory."

Shulos' words stunned Garlan for a moment.

Suddenly, he remembered what Caihos had said to him in the early hours of the morning.

‘Your Highness, you are not an omnipotent god. ’

‘If you are responsible for everything alone, what do you want us subordinates to do? ’

‘So, please leave the next thing to us. ’

Recalling Caihuos's words, Garlan was absent-minded for a while.

After a long time, he seemed to understand something and laughed softly.

Yes.

He did everything he had to do.

He has tried his best and done everything he could.

Next, the battlefield where hundreds of thousands of troops faced each other should be left to the commander-in-chief of the army and the generals whom he appointed because of his trust.

"I understand, Shulos, the rest is up to you."

The young man said, his golden eyes slightly curved.

War was not something he was good at.

Then, it is natural to leave it to those who are good at it.

All he had to do now was trust them.

I believe that his men will definitely bring victory to him and Aaron Landis.

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The Garstad army numbered 140,000.

The army of Aaron Landis numbered 170,000.

At this moment, the two armies were facing each other in the northern border. More than 300,000 troops were spread out, forming a huge battlefield with no end in sight.

As the commander-in-chief of the entire army, Kalleni has been fighting steadily, ignoring any attempts by the enemy to lure the enemy, using the safest formation, and only engaging in head-on combat with the Gastards.

The so-called surprise attacks and strategies can only be used when forced.

On such a huge battlefield and when one's own side has the upper hand, an upright frontal attack is the best strategy.

On this plateau, the two sides went back and forth, fighting head-on for seven days.

Both sides had their own victories and losses, and for a while it was a confrontation, with both sides seemingly evenly matched.

But both sides knew full well that this parity was just an illusion.

The Gastards could not hold out much longer as their food supply would soon run out.

The balance of victory has begun to tilt toward Aaron Landis a little bit over time.

The defeat of the Gastards was only a matter of time.

Once their food and grass are exhausted, the Gastad people will be defeated!

…………

At the same time, in the royal city in the south, a man mingled among the crowd and quietly left the city gate.

The hood of the cloak blocked his face, making it difficult to see what he looked like.

After walking out of the city gate, he got on his horse and quickly disappeared into the distance.

At the same time, there was a small commotion in the palace.

"Shemer! His Highness Heimos is missing!"

"ah--?!"

The priest of Shamash turned black instantly.

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