A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

[I have saved countless people, but... I cannot save the person I want to save the most. 】

There was deathly silence in the hall of the dead, and the firelight swayed, reflecting on Garlan's face.

The lights in the main hall were brightly lit, illuminating the white snow, and the lights reflected the water on his cheeks.

On top of the green peacock sarcophagus, the goddess of the underworld looked down at the young man who was weeping silently with compassionate eyes.

The white wings behind her spread out and surrounded the place.

According to legend, the white lotus on her head was born from the tears of grief of those who lost their loved ones and fell into the underworld, symbolizing the purest longing.

Heimos looked at Garlan and saw the tears falling from those golden pupils.

He didn't say anything, and his hand tightly clenched the other's fingertips that still had blood stains on them.

He thought, there is nothing more painful than this.

Heimos straightened up slightly, still half-kneeling in front of Garlan, and stretched out his hand.

Brown fingers brushed across Garlan's tear-stained cheeks, passed over the tips of his ears, and penetrated into the depths of the cool blond hair.

He leaned forward and gently touched Garlan's forehead.

He slowly closed his eyes, his dark eyelashes falling on those stained by tears.

On their foreheads that were touching each other, their dark hair and blond hair were intertwined.

The cyan God of War's runes and the crimson Shamash's runes were printed together, as if they were supporting each other.

I am here.

Those are silent words.

Heimos gently pressed against Garlan's forehead, as if he was transferring his power to him, as if he was supporting the other person.

The young man didn't move or speak, but the tears in his eyes fell more fiercely.

His extremely red eyes blinked, and another series of tears fell.

The tears falling from his eyes fell on Heimos's face, wetting his brown cheeks, and fell along Heimos' chin and onto the clasped hands of the two people.

…………

One night passed, the sun rose from the horizon, and the sky was bright.

The white hall reflects the rays of the morning sun, turning the snow-white stone ground surrounding the hall into a vast expanse of white.

Eye-burning white.

Tapti stood quietly in front of the gate of the white palace, looking up at the hall.

The waterfall-like long hair was scattered on her slender neck and fell from her shoulders.

She raised her head, her honey-colored neck showing a graceful arc, and the milky-white moonstone necklace glowed a little blue in the morning sun.

Although her figure is slender, she is standing very firmly at the moment. She has been standing here quietly for several hours, motionless, and will still stand here in the future.

She was waiting quietly.

Someone walked quickly from outside, two men.

Tapti turned around when she heard the noise coming from behind. She saw the blond knight and the brown-haired priest walking towards her direction.

"Not out yet?"

Shermur asked Tapu. He looked up in the direction of the door and frowned.

He got the news early in the morning and rushed here immediately. He originally planned to enter the White Palace to bring Prince Gallan out, but he was stopped by the female official guarding the door.

Tapti stubbornly refused to let him in, saying she could only wait and let the prince come out on his own.

Shemu'er had no choice, and because of the many things to do and lack of skills, no matter how worried he was, he couldn't stay here for a long time, so he could only let Tapti stay here and leave first.

After the morning's affairs reluctantly came to an end, he immediately came here with Caijos.

The matron shook her head.

The priest's brows tightened a little more.

"We can't wait any longer. The Crown Prince is still ill. It's too cold inside the White Palace. Staying here for a long time will make him even more ill."

He said flatly, taking a step forward to go in.

"We're going in now."

"wait……"

Seeing that Shemul was about to go in, Taputi reached out to grab him and stop him from going in.

But just as she stretched out her hand, before she could touch Shermuer, Shermuer, who had just passed her, suddenly stopped and looked up at something.

Seeing Shemuer's appearance, Tapti subconsciously followed his gaze.

The blond knight who saw it earlier had already taken a few steps forward and seemed to want to go up the steps in front of the hall, but he stopped again as soon as he reached the bottom of the steps.

He stood at the bottom of the steps, raising his head and staring ahead with his remaining green eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, a tall and slender figure slowly walked out of the stone pillar door.

In the snow-white tones, the young man walking out of the hall was dressed in black that was incompatible with this place.

A breeze blew past, lifting the dark hair on his cheeks.

Heimos didn't seem to see the three people standing at the bottom of the steps. He just lowered his head and looked at the people in his arms, and slowly walked down the steps.

He walked slowly, as if he didn't want to disturb the sleeping boy in his arms.

Garlan was held in the arms of Heimos, and his thinly clothed body was currently wrapped in Heimos' dark cloak.

His head rested on the other person's chest, and his long golden hair hung down from the brown arms holding him.

It was as if the young man who had been holding back the tears for the past few months had poured out and fell into a deep sleep again. The corners of his eyes were extremely red, and there was weariness in his brows.

There were still traces of moisture on his eyelashes, and his pale face was stained with tears.

A few strands of gold stained by tears stuck to the corners of his slightly open pale lips.

Heimos walked past Tapti with Garlan in his arms.

When she saw the tears on Garlan's face, the female official who had been insisting on not letting Shermuer break into the White Palace let out a sigh of relief.

She finally felt relieved.

That's fine.

she thinks.

It's good if you can cry.

Sadness and pain are not terrible.

The most terrifying thing is that the pain is so painful that you can't even shed tears, and you can only endure it by yourself, exhausting your efforts, until you finally run out of energy.

She had lost the most important friend she had grown up with.

She could never imagine that the child she had grown up with and protected with her important friends would also leave her.

Fortunately.

The child, who was almost overwhelmed by grief, finally managed to survive. Under the protection of another person, he managed to survive.

…………

Heimos carried Garlan back to the palace. He stayed by Garlan's side and never mentioned that he was leaving the palace for the city of Menestre. The only insider, Shermer, also chose to do this. default.

For a whole day, Garlan was still sleeping, but his low-grade fever gradually dropped, and his breathing was not as heavy as before, and he seemed to feel relaxed.

His face looked much calmer.

Heimos sat on the edge of the bed, his golden-red pupils reflecting the shadow of Garlan.

The boy was lying quietly on the bed, looking very well-behaved. Even the slight trace of water at the corner of his eyes was extremely endearing.

Her long blond hair was scattered on the snow-white bed. Her already slender body had lost weight in just a few months. It could be clearly seen with the naked eye, and her chin was a bit sharper.

It hurts to look at it.

Heimos stretched out his hand, brushed away the soft forehead, and wiped away the sweat on Garlan's forehead.

He didn't know what he was dreaming about, even though he was asleep at the moment, the young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and suddenly a little tears slowly seeped out of the corners of his eyes.

He looked at the tears seeping out of the corners of Gallan's eyes again, leaned down, put a hand on Gallan's forehead, and kissed the corners of Gallan's eyes gently.

The tears in the corner of his eyes stuck to his lips and seeped into the seam of his lips.

An indescribable bitter taste...

The sound of footsteps came from the distance, and Heimos heard someone walking this way.

He straightened up and turned to look.

The light-colored gauze curtain was lifted, and the female official walked in. On the disk in her hand was a bowl of black potion, which had just been boiled and was steaming hot.

"Your Highness Heymos, your subordinate is here. I asked him to wait for you in the side room."

she says,

"I'll just give the prince some medicine."

Heimos nodded, glanced at Garlan again, stood up, left the bedroom, and came to the room on the side of the hall.

Suojia, who was wearing a green priest's uniform, was waiting there. When he saw Heimos coming in, he bowed and saluted.

Heimos walked straight past his subordinates without stopping, walked to the bench on the side of the room, turned around and sat down.

He sat there and looked at Suojia with sharp eyes.

He said: "I did not call you back to the royal city."

After closing the door, Suojia turned around and stood in front of his master.

"The Geshurites have withdrawn from the north," he said.

Heimos left him there in the first place so that he could advise the cavalry commander Hea and guard the northern fortress.

Now that the Geshurs have withdrawn, there is no need for him to stay in the north, and it is natural for him to return to the master to whom he is loyal.

Suojia stared at his master.

He said: "I have heard about what happened the day before yesterday."

He looked directly at Heimos' face, not wanting to miss any change in expression on the other person's face.

"Why did you do that? You should know what that means."

That kneeling meant that Prince Heimos swore allegiance to Crown Prince Garlan.

As a result, Heimos will no longer be able to take the throne.

Suojia hated that he could not come to the royal city a few days earlier. If he were here, he would prevent His Highness Heimos from making such a choice no matter what.

"I've made my decision."

Heimos saw Suojia's thoughts, and he said calmly, "Even if you are here, you will have no effect."

No one can shake the decision he made.

"Your Highness!"

Suojia suddenly took a step forward and stared at Heimos with piercing eyes.

"Are you really going to give up like this?"

He asked in a low voice,

"When you came to the Royal City from Meneste City, didn't you already make up your mind to stand in that highest position?"

"For eight years you were on the path to that position. You kept it as your goal, you saw it as your future, and you never wavered."

"And I have always believed that it is something that belongs to you, and you are more qualified to sit in that position than anyone else."

Suojia's words were filled with deep sorrow, and his eyes looking at Heimos were full of unwillingness.

"Your Highness Heymos, from now on, you are destined to be subordinate to others. You must kneel at that person's feet, and you can only look up to him from now on."

"You gave up what should have been yours. In the future, you may still not be able to get that person——"

he asks,

"Are you really willing to do that?"

Heimos and his subordinates looked at each other for a long time, and something seemed to be surging in the depths of his pupils.

It was an unquenchable flame, with ambition, desire, and a certain aura of danger.

"...not willing to give in."

Looking away from the other party, Heimos answered.

There was a bit of dryness in his eyes, containing deep unwillingness, and even now there was still a hint of struggle.

He still wanted the throne after all.

After all...he still wasn't willing to give in.

"Then, Your Highness——"

Suojia's face showed joy, and he took a step forward again, trying to completely convince his master.

But the next second, Heimos' words completely stopped his thoughts.

"Yes, I am not willing to..."

Heimos said,

"But my decision will not change."

Suojia's words were cut off in his throat, and he looked at Heimos in astonishment.

"……Why?"

He asked, his eyes confused and his words full of confusion.

Heimos raised his eyes and looked at his subordinates.

He smiled.

Struggled in every possible way, unwilling to accept anything.

All ambitions and desires were transformed into the tenderness in the flame-colored pupils that was almost as white as melting clouds at this moment.

"I feel bad," he said.

All things in heaven and earth are the supreme throne.

It couldn't resist the drop of tears falling from the golden eyes of the young man looking at him.

He felt distressed.

…………

There was silence in the room for a moment.

Outside the room, Garlan was standing in front of the door and his hand that was about to open the door paused in mid-air.

There he stood.

A breeze blew past, and the strand of blond hair lifted by the wind gently brushed the corner of his eyes.

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