A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The weekly grand meeting came to an end amidst the discussions among the ministers. Everyone retreated, but they were all thinking deeply.

Some people frowned, some were thoughtful, and some looked expectant.

The news will spread soon. I am afraid that in less than a day, everyone in the entire royal city will know that King Garlan plans to send troops to Karnar.

After returning to the palace, Garlan had no awareness of the fact that he had thrown out such a shocking thing. His understatement looked like he was just giving an order that was natural.

"Finally comfortable."

He raised his head and drank most of the ice water brought by the maid in one breath, and the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting in the bright hall for a long time in such hot weather was almost killing him.

Even if ice cubes were placed in the main hall to cool down, with such a large area and so many people, it would not be used at all.

After returning to the cool government room of his palace, sitting on the cool obsidian bench with cold water in his hand, Garlan felt relieved.

He leaned slightly on the bench and relaxed slightly.

"Finally able to send troops to Kanal, I believe this stone in your heart can finally fall."

After Garlan finished drinking the water, Caihos spoke.

"Um."

Holding the cold sky-blue glass cup in his arms, feeling the coolness inside, the young man hummed.

He tilted his head, and his blond hair scattered on his cheeks, passing by a golden stream.

"More than half a year ago, I transferred Tewa from your command to the west to train under Kaleni. At that time, I gave him a secret order to pay attention to the Aaron Landis who had become slaves in Kanar. We will try our best to find out the situation as clearly as possible.”

"At the same time, the rangers under Shulos have also been assisting Tewa in spying on their movements."

Garlan whispered as his slender eyelashes drooped.

"They've been in bad shape and a lot of people have died."

The heroic warrior Aaron Landis died in a humiliating way at the hands of the enemy as a slave.

"The inability to rescue them earlier is due to my incompetence as the king."

The young king said with his eyes downcast, looking lost.

Aaron Landis was still in chaos at the time and had no energy left to rescue the soldiers who had become prisoners of war.

This worry has been weighing on his mind for more than a year, and many people have died during this year.

If only he could settle Aaron Landis sooner...

"No, you did everything you could, so..."

Before Kayhos could finish speaking, Shermer, who was standing aside, spoke.

"King Garlan, please don't be too arrogant."

The high priest of Shamash stood upright and expressionlessly interrupted Kehos's words to comfort Gallan.

Even in the sweltering summer, his clothes were meticulous and clean without a trace of dust.

"Please remember that you are just a king with acceptable qualifications."

He frowned and looked down at the sitting Young King with an unhappy tone.

"Even true gods are not omnipotent."

He rebuked Garlan in a stern tone.

"You're just a human being and you think you can do anything you want?"

Suddenly, he was severely reprimanded by his high priest, and Garlan was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Shermer and blinked blankly.

The next second, he laughed.

"You are right, Shermer, I am arrogant."

Nothing in the world can go as everyone wants, and even the gods are not omnipotent.

It is a dereliction of duty on the part of the king not to do it when he can do it.

But if you can't do it but you still have to do it, this becomes arrogance.

Shermer was telling him.

He cannot cover everything, he can only do his best.

"You have never forgotten them and have been working hard to save them. My Majesty, your kindness is enough to satisfy them."

Kayhos leaned over, half-kneeling in front of Garlan, and put one hand on his chest.

Raising his head, the handsome face under the scorching knight's blond hair showed a determined smile to his majesty.

"do not worry."

He said,

"I will surely bring your soldiers and people back to Aaron Landis."

"Leave it to you, Kehos."

Garlan answered his knight with a smile.

…

Aaron Landis will play Canal in a month.

The news spread like a tornado.

For a time, all the countries on the mainland were talking about it.

The biggest reaction was of course the Gastad people occupying Canal.

While they asked the false king to declare to the entire continent that Aaron Landis's actions were an act of aggression, they quickly mobilized troops to the border between Kanal and Aaron Landis.

Stand ready.

…

………………

More than half a month passed by in a flash.

Seeing that summer is about to pass, autumn is approaching, and the hot climate has become a little cooler.

In the past half a month, because regarding the military reform of the legion, both Kayhos and Huymos had to personally intervene in every detail to ensure that there were no problems, so both of them had been busy during this period. It's so busy that people are overwhelmed.

The two of them spent most of their time in the military camp, and only went back two or three times in most of the month.

Gallan, who was dealing with government affairs, was also very busy during this period. When the busy political affairs in the summer were over and he had calmed down, he wanted to ask them how the reform of the legion was progressing.

However, he could not see either of them for several days.

After asking the attendants, they found out that the two of them were so busy that they stayed in the military camp.

He thought that those two people were already very busy, and if he called them back just to ask about the progress, it would be a waste of time to come back again and again, so he gave up and just asked the attendant to pay attention to when they would come back.

Two days later, one night, Garlan heard the guard report that Heimos had returned to the palace tonight.

He thought for a moment and simply went to Heimos' palace in person.

He must have a clear understanding of the progress of the legion's reform. After all, he has already announced in front of the ministers that he will go on an expedition in a month. If something happens in the meantime, it will be troublesome.

After entering the palace of Heimos, he heard from the female official here that Heimos went to the back courtyard to practice martial arts after eating. Garlan thought for a moment and raised his hand to stop Heimos from going to attack him. Moss called the female official.

He asked everyone to wait outside, and then walked into the courtyard behind alone.

The night is already deep, autumn is approaching, and the night climate has become much cooler than before.

Garlan walked in and didn't go far when he saw a familiar figure under the green stone wall in the middle of the courtyard.

In the silent night, on the green velvet grass, Heimos bent one left knee and sat on the grass, leaning against the blue stone wall.

He lowered his head, and the dark hair scattered on his forehead blocked his eye sockets.

He sat quietly leaning against the stone wall, not even reacting at all even when Garlan walked towards him.

Garlan knelt down in front of Heimos.

Under the dark forehead, the man's eyes were closed.

Heimos seemed to be asleep, and he was sleeping deeply.

Even though Garlan was so close, he remained motionless, completely unaware that there was another person beside him.

Crouching in front of Heimos and looking at him sleeping soundly, Gallan became playful for a moment.

He reached out and gently poked Heimos' face with his fingertips.

Hmm, a little softer than expected.

he thinks.

After being poked like this, Heimos still didn't wake up, but his slender eyelashes moved slightly and his lips pursed.

Seems a little impatient.

So Gallan, who found Heimos's expression amusing, couldn't help but poke him a few more times.

Probably because he was too tired, Heimos fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up despite being harassed by Garlan.

But when Garlan poked his face, the corners of his eyes struggled to move, and his thin lips pursed again and again.

Garlan couldn't help but smile and wince at that look of being bullied, which was impossible to see in a thousand years.

never mind.

Stop bullying him.

After all, it was not an easy task even for Heimos to complete such a heavy task of rebuilding the legion within a month.

It seems that the past half month has really exhausted him.

However, even though he is so busy, he still doesn't forget to take time to torture himself... no, it is to train himself, to train himself so relentlessly day after day, that this black knight has the kind of thing that everyone is amazed by now. The powerful force of fear.

Garlan's eyes softened.

As if to comfort the other person, his fingers gently stroked the cheek he had just poked.

Let him sleep a little longer.

With this in mind, Gallan turned around and sat next to Heimos, planning to wait for Heimos to wake up.

With his head raised, he leaned against the blue stone wall and put one hand on his raised knee.

His long flowing golden hair fell down from his shoulders, and the starlight falling from the night sky danced in his golden hair.

The starry sky is full of stars.

The young man raised his head and stared at the thousands of stars in the night sky.

The cool night breeze blew slowly, gently blowing the golden hair scattered in the corners of his eyes, and his golden pupils seemed to reflect the countless stars in the night sky.

The courtyard is very quiet in the dark night.

He could hear the sound of the gurgling stream that surrounded the courtyard, and the rustling of the crowns of the tall olive trees as they swayed in the night wind...

The young man's eyebrows relaxed and his whole body relaxed.

The night breeze blowing against his cheek brought the light fragrance of scattered flowers, making people feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.

Suddenly, his right shoulder sank, as if something was pressing on it.

Garlan turned around and looked.

Heimos, who was sleeping with his back against the stone wall and his head down, slid towards him at some point and his head tilted on his shoulder.

Garlan subconsciously raised his hand, trying to push Heimos away.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, he stopped hesitantly.

Heimos still had his eyes closed and was still asleep.

Leaning on his shoulder, the man breathed shallowly and evenly, and his usually sharp brows and eyes now revealed a hint of tiredness and exhaustion.

Garlan suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

never mind.

After all, it was because he said he would send troops in a month that made Heimos so tired that he fell asleep in the courtyard.

He must bear some responsibility.

But if Heimos sleeps on it for a while, he won't lose a piece of meat.

Garlan looked at Heimos who was leaning on his shoulder and thought this, but did not move.

Instead, Hermos moved his head unconsciously, as if he wanted to adjust it to the most comfortable position on his shoulders to make himself more comfortable.

However, when the other party's head moved, the dark hair hanging down on his shoulders naturally moved accordingly.

The tips of the fine hair swept across the hollow of his neck and fell slightly longer on his collarbone, which was a little itchy.

This itching made Garlan couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch the strand of hair that brushed against his most sensitive collarbone.

Perhaps because he had been blowing in the night wind for a long time, the tips of the man's hair were a little cold.

The hair held on the fingertips is very soft, and is completely incompatible with its owner. It is as delicate and soft as fine ice silk satin.

Because it felt so good, Garlan couldn't help but rub it with his fingertips.

Rub it again.

Garlan rubbed the hair on his fingertips and lowered his head to look.

The young man leaned against him, his slanted head resting on his shoulder. His fine black hair fell down from one side, revealing most of his forehead.

Dark blue runes adorn it.

A drop of water slipped from the cheek, reflecting the moonlight, and the brown skin glowed slightly.

The young man's appearance is undoubtedly handsome, but the sharp and narrow lines at the corners of his eyes bring out this handsomeness with a sharpness like a sharp edge.

The thin lips were a trace of cold color.

A lonely and dangerous beast is sleeping soundly.

Right next to him.

The dangerous beast clings to him.

In front of him, you will carefully restrain your sharp claws, suppress the anger in your eyes, and put away the ambition and desire in your heart.

...just to stay by his side.

Therefore, facing this person, Garlan's heart always softened involuntarily.

To be honest, Heimos is really an excellent man.

Handsome.

powerful.

Wisdom.

Perseverance and determination.

The man's bones ooze with a strong courage that seems to be born with him, as well as the perseverance and resilience that he has developed after experiencing hardships since childhood.

The dangerous aura exuding from his body became more and more fatally tempting.

No matter how he looked at it, Garlan felt that Heimos should be the so-called Son of Destiny.

Looking down at the face of the sleeping Heimos, Garlan was thinking wildly when he suddenly saw a drop of water slowly seeping out of Heimos' forehead.

The drop of sweat slid down his brown forehead and was about to seep into the corners of his eyes.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his fingertips to the corners of Heimos' eyes, catching the drop of sweat.

Perhaps because he felt his touch, Hermos's eyelashes moved.

Heymos's eyelashes are not thick, but they are very long. Each one is slender and distinct. When he moves, the long eyelashes will pass by his fingertips.

The strange touch from his fingertips made Garlan startled for a moment. When he reacted, he subconsciously wanted to retract his hand.

But before he could withdraw his hand, Heimos's face turned.

Inadvertently and coincidentally, the other person's lips gently brushed against his fingers before he could retract them.

A soft touch different from that on my cheek came from my fingertips.

There was an inexplicable feeling like an electric shock.

While Gallan retracted his hand, he looked almost subconsciously at the place where his finger had just touched.

It's the lips.

His eyes fell on the other person's lips.

Heymos' lips were very thin and the color of his lips was very light, giving off a hint of coldness.

Especially when you sip it, it looks like a knife.

It is said that people with thin lips are cold-hearted.

However, thinking of the ferocity with which Heimos wanted to eat him alive every time he kissed him, Gallan couldn't help but wonder, where is this guy's cold-heartedness?

Obviously, he is usually very accommodating and indulgent in dealing with him, almost obeying him unconditionally, but only in this kind of matter, Heimos is so tough that he does not give him any chance to breathe, and always pushes him to the point of almost To the point of suffocation.

Moreover, when it got to that point, the guy always looked particularly dissatisfied.

Every time, it was this guy who forced him to kiss him.

He was always made dizzy by the other party's ferocious energy.

Speaking of which... even though he had kissed her several times, he still didn't know what the feeling of lips touching was...

Huymos loved kissing him so much.

Relatives...how does it feel?

The moonlight fell on the handsome face of the sleeping man, shining a little light on the cold thin lips.

It's unclear whether he was bewitched by the moonlight falling on the corner of his lips or because of something else.

Garlan lowered his head gently and leaned towards the thin lips.

The boy's long blond hair cascaded down his shoulders.

The moonlight was like water, flowing on the two of them.

Suddenly, a crisp bird song sounded in the courtyard, instantly breaking the tranquility of the night.

Garlan, who woke up from the sound of birdsong, looked at the thin lips that were very close to him - just a little bit close to touching them.

He was stunned for a moment.

The next second, he immediately realized what he had almost done.

For a moment, the young man turned red.

He pursed his lips and gently lifted Heimos upright, letting him lean against the bluestone wall again.

But he could no longer look directly at the other person, so he stood up and left quickly.

His steps were very light, as if he was afraid of waking someone.

The long golden hair was blown by the night wind, revealing the red ears of the young man who left in a hurry.

…………

The night bird on the tree had no idea what the consequences of its cry were. After foraging for food at night, it had just eaten and drank, and now it couldn't help but chirp happily.

But then, there was a snap.

A stone hit its body and knocked it out of the tree.

That sound became its last call.

Under the canopy of trees that was swaying in the night wind, Heimos, leaning against the bluestone wall, opened his eyes.

Looking at the night bird that was knocked down by the pebbles he ejected, he made a low, extremely unwilling 'thud' sound.

Then Heimos looked up.

Looking at the direction where Garlan left just now, in the dark night, the golden-red eyes were flowing with red light like a flame.

The thin lips, which are said to symbolize coldness and indifference, slowly rise in a gentle arc.

The author has something to say: "Tangtang, as promised, take it."