A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Petals like tiny snowflakes were picked up by the warm wind and fell from the sky.

They passed by the young man who was lifted in the air, and occasionally a few petals were stained on the young man's long golden hair.

He was clearly ready to land, but he was grabbed by a big brown hand that suddenly stretched out in mid-air. Garlan was immediately startled.

He looked at Heimos who had grabbed him, and while he was still hanging in the air, he instinctively pressed his hands on the black shoulder pads on Heimos's shoulders, seemingly not reacting yet.

The slightly widened golden eyes stared at Heimos in confusion, as if he was trying to think about why this person suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was like a kitten that jumped up quickly to run away and was suddenly lifted into the air. The confused and confused eyes were so cute that it made the corners of Heimos' lips rise. It has to become more and more powerful.

He didn't put Gallan down either, and just continued to hold him in the air.

A few strands of soft gold threads hung down from above and scattered on his bare arms, like golden ornaments wrapped around honey-colored skin.

"Caught."

Heimos made a low voice with a hint of laughter.

He looked up at Garlan.

It was obvious that the eyes were slightly raised with sharp lines, but when they reflected the young man being lifted up by him, there was so much tenderness in those golden-red eyes that they seemed to overflow.

Even the tiny petals that rustled past him seemed to be infected by this gentle breath, and were dyed a little soft pink by the sunset.

Garlan came back to his senses and patted Heimos on the shoulder.

"Put me down."

He said angrily as he was unable to use his strength after being lifted up in the air.

Heimos smiled and put Garlan down obediently.

Even though he possesses a power that far exceeds that of others, his action of putting the boy down is still extremely careful and gentle, as if he is holding a treasure that will break if the wind blows.

Even though Garlan had already landed, his fingers were still firmly on Garlan's waist, and he only let go after confirming that he was standing completely.

"When did you come back...uh, no, how did you know I was here?"

Garlan was puzzled.

It has become a daily routine for him to disappear from time to time, and even the rigid and serious Shemuer is almost losing his temper due to his torment.

He is still measured. Even if he disappears, it will usually not last more than three or four hours. When the time is up, he will go back by himself.

When he wasn't very proficient at the beginning, Shermuer could find him quickly, but as he became more and more proficient in sneaking away, if he didn't take the initiative to go back, Shermuer would hardly be able to find him.

However, what puzzles Garlan is that no matter where he hides, Heimos can always find him easily.

Just like now, even if this guy hasn't returned to the palace before he sneaks away, he can catch him.

"Come back an hour ago."

Huymos cunningly answered only the first question.

High above his head, the black eagle, which could only see small black dots because it flew too high, spread its wings and flew into the distance.

Under the sharp eagle eyes, the entire vast palace can be seen at a glance.

Anu circled the palace and found Garlan. It was a simple matter.

Of course Heimos would not tell Gallan this.

This time too, Black Eagle Anu led him to find this place.

Inside of white stone wall.

In the small garden surrounded by high stone walls, the young man lying sideways on the azure cloak spread on the grass slept soundly. His long golden hair spread out on the grass, reflecting the sunlight, as if it were flowing gold. stream.

Separated by a wall.

White stone wall outside.

The sun fell on the handsome face of the man in pitch-black armor who was leaning on the stone wall with his arms and knees bent. He lowered his head slightly, and his drooping eyelashes cast a light shadow on his cheeks.

Heimos waited quietly.

He could clearly hear the familiar shallow breathing of the sleeping boy coming from the other side of the stone wall.

The dense olive tree crown above shrouded his upper body in mottled tree shadows. Occasionally, a few small white petals fell from the waiting man.

The thin lips pursed lightly, and at this moment, even the shadow of the eyelashes falling on his cheeks seemed to reveal a bit of tenderness.

He waited patiently for a long time, and finally waited for the young man who fell from the sky.

He stretched out his hand and caught him.

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"How did you know I was going to jump out of here?"

Heimos raised his hand and casually pointed at the olive tree above with his thumb.

"Only here is this tree sticking out of the wall."

"...How long have you been waiting here?"

"One hour."

"…………"

Does that mean Heymos found him as soon as he returned to the palace?

Garlan glanced at Heimos.

It seemed that this guy had indeed come to him directly as soon as he came back, without even taking off his armor.

"You should go back and change out of your armor first."

As Garlan spoke, he raised his hand and tapped the black breastplate with his knuckles.

The armor of Heimos is specially made and is much harder than ordinary armor. Ordinary weapons cannot cause damage to it at all, but in contrast, its weight is also far greater than ordinary armor.

...Anyway, Garlan is self-aware. If he were to wear it, just walking for a short distance would crush him, let alone fighting.

"Even if you don't feel heavy, normal people will feel hot in this weather, right?"

The hand that was knocking on the opponent's chest was held by Heimos. As soon as Garlan raised his eyes, he met the eyes of Heimos that were slightly lowered and looking at him.

Those golden-red eyes seemed to be filled with the sunset on the horizon at this moment.

Heimos looked at Garlan, as if the young man's figure was entangled in the red sunset under his eyes.

He said, "I want to see you."

Even if it's a second earlier it would be better.

Although the latter sentence was not spoken, Garlan could clearly read the meaning from the golden-red pupils that stared intently at him.

This was not a deliberate sweet talk.

Garlan knew very well that the man in front of him was simply speaking out what he was thinking.

Heimos always declared his feelings in front of him so calmly.

However, it is this natural and calm attitude that makes it even more...overwhelming.

Perhaps because the setting sun was still very bright, Garlan felt that the tips of his ears were slightly hot.

Suppressing the slightly hot feeling in his heart, he opened his mouth, just about to say something.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The loud noise came from inside the stone wall.

It seemed like someone was punching the stone wall hard inside. The force was so strong that the hard stone wall seemed to shake. Even the olive tree leaning against the stone wall swayed, and white petals rained down, falling on the two people under the tree.

Uh, I almost forgot.

Shermer is still inside.

Garlan, who was covered in tiny white petals, finally remembered the high priest chasing behind him.

He was so angry that he smashed the wall in front of his subordinates regardless of his image...

Garlan could even imagine Shemuer's face turning livid with anger inside the stone wall.

Facing the angry high priest, the young king decisively decided to avoid his sharp edge.

Escape first is the best.

Based on past experience, confronting Shemu'er in a rage was tantamount to seeking death. It would be better for him to wait until Shemu'er's anger subsided before going back.

"Walk."

Garlan said.

He didn't wait for Heimos to answer. The hand that Heimos held on his chest grasped Heimos's hand tightly with a backhand.

Then, he dragged Heimos and fled in a hurry, leaving the angry high priest behind the stone wall.

The moment he was dragged away by Garlan, Heimos was startled.

But he reacted quickly.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell from the back of the young man who was dragging him away to the hands held tightly by the two of them.

The way they look now...does it look a bit like they are eloping?

This black knight, whose unparalleled evil demeanor made everyone fearful on the battlefield, was thinking this secretly in his heart, and then he was satisfied with his imagination.

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He ran to a remote place along the way. When he was far away and he was sure that his high priest could not catch up or find him, Garlan stopped.

He bent over, pressing his hands on his thighs, breathing heavily.

Because he was worried about being overtaken by Shermer, he didn't dare to stop at all. He ran at the fastest speed for more than ten minutes before he dared to stop and take a breath.

The weather was already hot, but during this run, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the blond hair on his forehead stuck to his skin, which was really uncomfortable.

Garlan turned around and looked around, and saw a pool not far away. He immediately stood up and walked quickly over.

Several white lotus flowers are still in bud at this moment, swaying gently in the wind.

The green lotus leaves float on the clear water, rising and falling with the fluctuation of the water, and a few droplets of water roll on the emerald green leaves.

The young man knelt down beside the pool, stretched out his hand, picked up a puddle of water and splashed it on his face.

He closed his eyes, and the remaining water droplets slid down the white skin of his cheeks, dripping from his chin back into the pool.

The refreshing cold water took away the heat on the face and washed away the sweat, making people feel much refreshed.

He let out a small breath and stood up.

Raising his hand, he casually pushed the blond hair that fell from his shoulders to his chest behind his shoulders. Garlan turned around and was about to walk back.

But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly stumbled under his feet, causing him to stagger unsteadily.

Garlan reacted very quickly, reaching out and pressing the rock next to him to stabilize his body.

And at the same moment when he stood firm, the hand that suddenly stretched out from the side was already behind his back, obviously trying to catch him who almost fell.

However, Garlan now stood firm on his own.

Therefore, Heymos's stretched out arm was hanging in mid-air beside Garlan, which seemed a bit redundant.

So Gallan, who didn't need Heimos' help at all, simply stretched out his hand and pushed away the arm that wanted to protect him.

He looked down at his right foot, searching for the reason for his nearly tripping.

Because the weather is very hot, he is now wearing light and cool thin-soled sandals with long white straps criss-crossing his calves.

At a glance, he saw that the white strap wrapped around his right calf had unraveled. It seemed that when he stood up after kneeling by the pool and washing his face, he was caught on the short branch next to him. When he stood up, he didn't pay attention. Pulled away.

That's why he stumbled.

Garlan leaned over and wanted to squat down to tie the loose belt.

But before he could bend down, Heimos suddenly reached out and grabbed his waist, and lifted him up at once just like he did just now.

Garlan was stunned. The next second, he was sitting on the rock next to him.

He was lifted up by Heimos like a child and placed on the rock.

Heimos bent down and knelt in front of Garlan.

He re-wrapped the loose white strap around his fair calf and tied it up again for Garlan.

——The behavior that should be done by a servant or a slave was done by this man in a matter-of-fact manner.

His calm posture made this supposed humble behavior not show any embarrassment at all, but instead gave people an indescribable gentleness.

"alright."

After tying Garlan's shoelaces, Heimos looked up.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Garlan was full of endearment, like an unsinkable deep sea that could almost make people drown in it.

Garlan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He remembered how he was caught when he jumped down, how he immediately stretched out his hand to protect Heimos just after he tripped, and now, he was not even allowed to tie his shoelaces... …

"Heimos, there is no need to go to this extent."

He sighed and said rather helplessly,

"Don't you think you're a bit overprotective? There's really no need..."

"I guess so."

After glancing at Garlan, Heimos answered.

He said as he stood up.

But then he leaned forward again and placed his hands on the rocks on both sides of the boy.

He relied on his height advantage to press down condescendingly, almost encircling Garlan who was sitting on the rock in his arms.

"But, that's also because 'My Majesty' is so lovable that I can't always restrain my desire to protect him."

It was obviously an extremely deep voice, but the words 'my majesty' were slightly raised in tone.

The voice was very soft, almost like a whisper.

"So, ultimately, it's all your fault."

Heimos' deep gaze fell on the slightly red ear tips of the young man in front of him.

His throat wriggled slightly, and he suppressed his desire to grab the tender tip of the ear in one mouthful.

He narrowed his eyes and whispered in Garlan's ear.

"Do you understand? ...My, Your Majesty."