A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The beautiful blond boy with picturesque features is like an elf incarnated by water and forest. He is sitting quietly on the grass, seemingly awake but not awake. His golden eyes seem a little hazy, as if the golden color is covered with a layer of water mist. amber.

The figure of the person standing opposite was reflected in his eyes. His eyelashes blinked, and the fog in his eyes receded a little, blinked again, and receded a little more.

When that familiar figure was finally clearly reflected in his pupils, at that moment, Garlan's pupils shrank violently.

There was fear in his eyes.

The young man was like a frightened white deer that had just woken up from a deep sleep, but when he looked up, he saw that the terrifying hunter's bow and arrow had been pointed at him.

Almost at the moment when Heimos saw clearly, he jumped up suddenly with one hand on the ground, and quickly touched his waist with the other hand, as if he wanted to pull something out from there——

But his hand came up empty.

His posture of leaping up with one hand on the ground looked extremely strong a second ago, but the long tassels at the end of the sky blue belt tied around his waist scattered messily when he fell asleep, and wrapped around his waist. On calves and ankles.

As soon as he stood up, he stepped on the entangled tassels and stumbled under his feet.

Plop.

I saw the beautiful blond boy who was so beautiful just a second ago fell down on the grass.

It looks like the fall was not light.

Heimos: "..."

After a while, Garlan put his hands on his hands and knelt down on the grass. As soon as he looked up, he could see a light red mark on his fair forehead, which was obviously caused by the collision just now.

In front of Garlan, Heimos still kept his posture of bending down and stretching out his hand to catch it.

It's just that Garlan fell too fast and suddenly, and he didn't even have time to react. He only had time to stretch out his hand.

Heimos maintained the posture of reaching halfway, looking at the blond boy sitting on the grass looking up at him with some astonishment. His forehead and the tip of his nose were red from the collision, and he couldn't help but laugh. .

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when he first met Garlan, Garlan, who was still a child at that time, also fell in front of him.

It really hasn't changed at all.

Even though the body has grown up, it still looks like a child.

Heimos thought so in his heart, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and continued to reach out, trying to get Ragallan to stand up.

But before he stretched out his hand, Garlan leaned his upper body back.

The movement seemed to avoid his hand.

Heimos was startled for a moment. He saw Garlan looking up into his eyes. The pupils shrank slightly, showing a deep vigilance, and even a hint of fear.

The boy's body was also tense, as if he were a frightened cub facing a terrifying enemy. It was a state of alert and ready for attack.

"Are you... afraid of me?"

Subconsciously, Heimos asked this sentence.

He was shocked, and his chest was still a little heavy and stuffy.

Garlan still stared at him defensively, opening his lips as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar that shook the entire courtyard.

Before Garlan could speak, he saw a huge figure roaring out of the jungle.

Although he was huge in stature, he had a strong posture and ran quickly. In just a few breaths, he suddenly rushed over with a loud roar.

The momentum is fierce and the voice is majestic.

Heimos jumped back instinctively.

As soon as he retreated, the huge figure stepped in and stood between him and Garlan.

It was a huge brown male lion. It stood in front of Garlan. It was tall and mighty, with huge eyes wide open. Its thick dark brown mane was flying like tassels around its broad face, making it more and more powerful. Look majestic.

Its mane is extremely thick, covering the head and neck, and even spreading to the back and abdomen. The color becomes darker as it goes back, almost becoming brown-black. The huge body with thick mane almost completely blocked the young man behind it.

At this moment, this imposing lion stared at Heimos with its giant eyes like coals of fire, leaning down slightly, its shoulders tensed, and its fangs exposed in its open mouth.

With that terrifying look, it looked like he would rush over and bite Heimos's head into pieces in the next second.

If it had been anyone else, he would have fallen to the ground, his feet were too weak to stand up, and he might even have become incontinent.

However, Heimos, who was stared at by the lion, did not show any nervous expression. He did not even assume a defensive or fighting posture, and just stood there with his hands down.

The lion's powerful roar just now didn't seem to have any impact on him. He just stood there with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Instead, the boy who was protected by the lion was awakened by the roar.

"Uh...Nega?"

Garlan looked at the thick mane in front of him in astonishment, as if he had seen something incredible.

His expression was as if he had just woken up from a dream. Thinking of what he had just done, his eyes rolled up and he looked as panicked as a child who had gotten into trouble.

Fortunately, the lion's huge body completely blocked his whole body, so Heimos could not see his strange appearance at the moment.

The majestic lion was roaring at Heimos, proud and majestic. At this moment, when Garlan behind him heard his name, he immediately turned around and threw Heimos, who was confronting him. behind.

Slightly shorter, its huge head with thick mane lowered its head towards Garlan, rubbing it like a baby, and kept making low purring sounds from its throat.

A big lion was as soft as a cat in front of the boy.

Garlan put his hand into the thick mane, hugged the big lion's head, and rubbed it a few times, making the big lion squint his eyes comfortably. Then, he raised his head and looked at Heimos standing opposite.

He tilted his head slightly, with a look of doubt in his eyes, and looked at Heimos from top to bottom.

After sizing it up, he asked softly with a hint of hesitation.

"...Heimos?"

Garlan's words made Heimos raise an eyebrow.

"Can't you recognize it?"

He said, not only his eyes, but also his tone was a bit unhappy.

"Uh...because it has changed so much and you are dressed like this again..."

The young man felt something was wrong and muttered in a low voice without confidence.

"I just woke up, and I was still in a daze. When I woke up, there was a strange-looking person standing in front of me. Of course... well, I didn't recognize him right away."

How could I not recognize it!

Garlan, who was trying his best to pretend to be innocent and confused, was shouting in his heart at this moment.

Nothing has changed at all.

It's exactly the same.

Except for that gloomy and cold demeanor, the whole person is exactly the same as Heimos in previous lives.

God knows that as soon as he opened his eyes and saw 'Heimos' standing in front of him, his heart almost burst with fear, and the hairs all over his body stood up suddenly.

The first instinct was to take out a dagger to resist.

Nerga roared and woke him up. Only then did Garlan, who was sleepy and frightened, realize that he was no longer the same as in previous lives.

In this life, he had a very good relationship with Heimos, and Heimos would not try to kill him at every turn.

Heimos looked down at his clothes.

Indeed, he is still wearing the daily uniform of the Northern Legion, which is very different from the military uniform in the royal city.

Thinking about it again, he had killed countless enemies in four years of fighting. Naturally, he couldn't suppress the smell of blood and evil aura that he couldn't smell but felt. In the awe-inspiring north and in the army, where the wind is like a razor blade, it is naturally not noticeable, but in the soft southern royal city, the sharp edge is very eye-catching.

…

But even so, he was still a little unhappy when he thought of the fear and alertness in Garlan's eyes when he looked at him just now.

So, he stood there, pursed his lips, and his already thin lips became more and more sharp, and the sharp aura around him in the soft southern royal city became more and more sinister.

Even the big lion hugged by Garlan felt that kind of aura, and turned around and growled threateningly at Heimos.

Garlan quickly smoothed Nega's hair, rubbed his head, and coaxed him back.

As for the evil aura emanating from Heimos, it couldn't scare him. After all, he had seen Heimos look ten times more terrifying and cold, so it was nothing like this now.

Now that he had found an excuse to get rid of what had just happened, Garlan was already feeling relaxed.

Pulling away the tassel of his belt that caught his feet, he stood up from the grass, raised his hand and patted Nega's head again.

Then he walked towards Heimos.

The olive crown swayed slightly, and the tiny white flowers fell.

With his snow-white bare feet stepping on the green grass, the boy walked towards Heimos.

When the breeze passed by, a few strands of gold threads flew softly in the air.

Garlan stretched out his hand to Heimos.

"Welcome back, Heimos."

He said, his smiling eyes as curved as a crescent moon.

Just like the smiling face of that child four years ago.

Time seems to have never changed the child's clean smile.

With just a smile and a word, the sullenness in Heimos's heart melted away in an instant like white snow exposed to the sun.

He hummed lowly and stretched out his hand.

However, it was not like Garlan who only stretched out one hand.

Heimos stretched out his hands to hug Garlan in front of him very naturally and as a matter of course.

The young man's slender body was embraced by his arms. He lowered his head slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the velvety blond hair. An indescribable, fresh breath like the forest in early spring penetrated into the tip of his nose. From his internal organs, the bloody aura that permeated his entire body was dispersed bit by bit.

The bright blond hair vaguely carries the soft atmosphere of the early spring sunshine, which completely melts the cold air he brought from the north.

Holding this person in my arms, it seemed that I had become clean and softened.

This wonderful feeling made him not want to let go.

Originally he just wanted to hold hands with Heimos, but Gallan was unexpectedly hugged by Heimos. He blinked, thought about it, and let Heimos hug him obediently.

After all, he was still a little guilty and short of breath for the sudden hostility towards Heimos just now.

Moreover, Brother Kamos also likes to hug him tightly, rub him, and even lift him whenever he sees him after returning from an expedition, still treating him as a child.

Forget it, he's used to it.

With this thought, Garlan obediently let Heimos hold him, and his eyes began to wander around in boredom.

As soon as his eyes turned, he saw something familiar.

The lapis lazuli earrings on Heymos's ears reflected azure light in the sunlight.

Garlan suddenly felt embarrassed.

The familiar rough carvings, the familiar crooked lines - it was so ugly that people couldn't look straight at it - when they were first carved, the corner of Shermuel's mouth twitched at the first sight, and then he never looked back again. I was willing to look at it a second time, probably because I was afraid of hurting my eyes.

To be honest, as a producer, he himself found it quite ugly, but how dare Heimos keep wearing such ugly earrings on his ears?

...What a courageous person.

While thinking about it, Garlan raised his hand and gently poked the earring with his fingertips.

"Do you like lapis lazuli so much?"

he asked curiously.

The earlobe was poked a little itchy, and it felt as if a feather had gently tickled my heart.

Heimos smiled, and just as he was about to answer, his face suddenly turned cold.

The next second, he turned around suddenly.

He raised his hand to block Garlan behind him.

The black and red cloak was lifted high in the air the moment he turned around.

With a stern look on his face, Heimos suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist with lightning speed.

Raising his hand, the sharp sword blade turned in an arc in the air.

Sideways backhand.

Keng!

I saw a heavy sword coming down from behind Heimos, hitting the blade Heimos had set up.

The two sharp sword blades collided suddenly, causing a metal spark to explode.

The terrifying power that he had never encountered before made Heimos' arm suddenly sink. He pursed his lips and exerted force, with veins popping up on the back of his hand, and he forcefully caught the fierce sword.

"Brother Wang——?!"

Garlan's shout rang out from beside him.

Heimos was startled for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, what came into his eyes was the familiar face with deep eyes, high nose, and firm outline, still with a head of dark brown hair.

King Camos, who had not changed much from four years ago, raised his sword, put it on his shoulder, and grinned at his two royal brothers.

Although the bronzed skin seems to be darker and the arms are stronger, the face and chin are still clean, with no stubble at all.

"Not bad, the response is pretty quick."

The strong king carrying the big sword said this. He didn't seem at all ashamed of his sneak attack from behind Heimos just now. Instead, he looked like it was natural.

"Just right."

King Camos casually threw his beloved sword to a personal guard behind him, then pulled out a short sword from his waist and looked at Heimos with raised eyebrows.

"Come on, let me see how much you've grown in the past few years."

His great sword was made of adamantine meteorite. It was sharp, heavy, and huge. It had an advantage over other weapons.

He would naturally not take advantage of this when dealing with juniors.

Heimos took a deep look at King Camos, whom he had not seen for a long time. He said nothing and gave an answer with actions.

He held the long sword in front of him, tensed the muscles of his body, and was ready to attack, assuming a posture to fight the enemy.

Garlan on the side: "..."

Hello, no see for four years.

Is it really okay to start fighting as soon as we meet?

He was still complaining in his mind, but there was already a ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong) call with which he was still complaining in his mind.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and a big, fluffy head came over from behind. The big lion came over at some point and rubbed his head, as if it was coquettishly coquettish.

So the young man turned his head and concentrated on playing with the big lion.

So Nega was happy.

…………

"Hey, don't keep staring at the prince, it's too rude."

The young guard who had been staring blankly at the blond prince suddenly woke up due to the reminder from his colleagues around him.

Holding the big sword thrown to him by King Camos, he lowered his head in panic.

"I'm very sorry." He stuttered, "This is my first time seeing you, so..."

"That's right. You were recently transferred to His Majesty. This should be the first time you meet His Majesty Gallan." The older guard said, "Why, are you also a believer of the goddess Avdormir?"

The young guard shook his head violently.

"No, I'm not." He quickly denied, "I just saw the person in the rumor for the first time... and felt very curious, so I accidentally made a mistake."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously drifted to the prince again.

He was even more amazed when he saw the huge lion, which made people tremble at the sight of it, but was as docile as a kitten in front of the prince.

"Well, it's a rumor...too."

The elder guard laughed softly, then raised his head and looked at Prince Gallan.

That was a well-known rumor in the royal city.

Those nobles and corrupt officials who have no bottom line, countless people have fallen into the hands of this prince in the past few years, and then they have suffered great misfortune.

In addition, many unjust, false and wrong cases over the past few years have been revealed in the hands of this prince, allowing many people to regain their innocence and start their lives over again.

‘The great sun god Shamash bestowed upon the prince his wisdom and justice. ’

‘A lion sent to earth by Shamash to guard our wise prince Aaron Landis. ’

The people in the royal city preached like this.

They called this young prince - [Wise Prince].

The author has something to say: The reason why Garlan was not allowed to speak or act in the last chapter was so as not to ruin your good impression.

...As soon as he opens his mouth or moves, his image of a picturesque young man will immediately collapse...