A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Ahhhhhhhhhhh——

The boy holding his head and rolling around on his big bed screamed silently in his heart.

So shameful! ! !

Screaming so loudly deep in his heart, Garlan's mind was filled with images of himself not long ago that were so shameful that he almost exploded.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to get rid of the scene that made him feel ashamed to death from his mind, but the more he wanted to forget, the more that scene kept replaying in his mind, making it impossible to get rid of it.

Garlan felt that his whole body was about to get bad.

[Since I am a wise person, then what I do is a wise act! 】

Looking back on this sentence now, it’s like the second time I’ve ever hit the mark——

…………

No no no.

Recall what?

Anything to recall?

I don’t want to think about it at all!

Garlan curled himself up in the quilt and curled up into a ball.

He just lay on the bed, arched his body, and banged his head on the bed.

forget!

Never forget about that incident!

Don't think about it again!

…………

Garlan, who had been lying on the bed for a long time, was so suffocated that he was out of breath, and then his head emerged from the quilt.

He knelt down on the bed with a quilt wrapped around his head.

He opened his eyes and looked ahead in a daze. His smooth forehead was a little red from the impact, and his blond hair was messy when he rolled around and spread out on the quilt.

When Tapti came in, he saw the little prince wrapping himself in a quilt and sitting in a round ball on the bed, dazed. The red mark that was obviously bumped on his forehead looked so cute.

She couldn't help but laugh.

As soon as she smiled, Garlan, who was still in a daze, looked towards her.

"You're laughing at me."

Without thinking, he concluded that Tapti must be laughing at his shameful declaration of being a middle school student not long ago, Garlan said dissatisfied.

He pursed his lips, looking a little aggrieved.

Sure enough, I was laughed at.

Got laughed at.

Tapti laughed.

This incident will definitely become my black history and be laughed at for the rest of my life.

Gallan, who felt ashamed and wronged, was very dissatisfied.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't know.

Regarding what the Chief Secretary said, he could respond in a more formal way.

For example, he can say righteously that he will not be swayed by the so-called false reputation, that he will not be bound by fame, and will only act according to his heart.

For example, he could justly say that if in order to maintain his reputation as a virtuous person, he had to go against his true nature and ignore the grievances of those close to him just to avoid suspicion, then he would rather not have this reputation.

No matter which way of coping and answering, it is much more normal than the current one.

However, the key is that the other party is the chief director.

He was a powerful minister who had been in officialdom for many years.

All kinds of specious and trapping language are this person's most powerful weapons.

If he had a verbal confrontation with him in a normal way, Garlan knew that it would be like an egg against a stone, and he would be completely defeated.

There was no way he could outsell the Chief Secretary.

If he wanted to block the Chief Secretary in the conversation, he had to take a different approach.

That's why he said such shocking words at that time.

…

Well, although it is embarrassing, the effect is indeed more powerful than imagined.

As soon as those words came out, everyone present was stunned.

The Chief Secretary was so stunned that he was speechless for a long time.

Probably these powerful people who are accustomed to half-talking and half-finishing words have never seen such straightforward words in their lives. It was so straightforward that they were all speechless and could not speak for a while.

Everyone was a little confused for a while.

The Chief Secretary said, "Everyone thinks you are a wise man. Everyone says you are fair and wise in dealing with things."

So Prince Garlan admitted without any hesitation that he was a wise man without any hesitation or humility.

He even said that what I did was a wise act.

That means that those who oppose him are all against the wise and are bad people, right?

How can you make everyone object to you?

No wonder Prince Garlan is favored by King Camos.

Some people said with emotion in their hearts.

This level of narcissism is exactly the same as King Camos.

But it happened that those words were spoken by the Chief Secretary himself. It was impossible for him to go back on his word and say that his words did not count.

It is even more impossible for him to be stupid enough to say, Prince, it is too shameless for you to admit it like this, it is wrong.

Therefore, in the end, he could only admit defeat in frustration.

In this discussion, the matter of convicting Prince Heimos came to nothing and was temporarily delayed.

But after suffering such a big secret loss, the chief director, who was accustomed to holding a high position and speaking his mind, was definitely extremely unhappy in his heart.

Therefore, after the meeting, he and You Sixiang walked together.

There are three major camps under King Aaron Landis.

Civil officials, military commanders, and priests.

Among the civil servants, they are headed by the left and right ministers, followed by the chief minister and many other official positions.

Now the left and right ministers are very old, especially the left minister is in poor health. He has been recuperating at home for more than a year, which is useless. There are rumors that King Camos will let him leave his job and go home within the next two years.

Although the right minister is still in office, he is also very old.

Perhaps because of his age, he has become more low-key recently. He spends most of his time in peace and rarely takes a strong stand.

If the Chief Secretary was still a little wary of the Right Secretary Prime Minister before, now, seeing this old man squinting and dozing off in the meeting room, he gradually started to despise him.

But no matter what, the Secretary-General is also the head of the civil service, and the Chief Secretary still maintains the necessary respect for him on the surface.

He followed Mr. Right, one step slower.

The two walked slowly and chatted. After talking for a while, the chief director slowly turned the topic to Garlan.

"Master Secretary, what Prince Gallan said during today's discussion seems a little inappropriate."

"Hahaha, you are young and energetic, that's understandable."

The old Prime Minister You still had a lazy look with his eyes narrowed as if he might fall asleep at any moment, and he hummed.

The Chief Division Chief shook his head in disapproval.

"Young people must also learn to be humble."

"The prince is still young. Young people are high-spirited. We old people should also understand."

The right secretary laughed and laughed but refused to answer the chief minister's words.

The chief director was angry, paused, and then continued.

"However, if this continues, the prince may develop a arrogant character. That would be..." He said with a worried look, "Should we tell the king and pay attention to Gaia?" The teachings of the Prince of Ireland?”

"Director, you are wrong. The prince is a young man, what good is it to be as mature and prudent as us old guys?"

Mr. Right squinted his small eyes at the Chief Secretary and said with a smile,

"It's better to be arrogant, it's better to be arrogant. Young people, you should be energetic and wanton. And, as the prince of our Aaron Landis, you have to be more arrogant. This is the best."

After he said this, he stopped.

The chief director also stopped.

Youji smiled at him and said, "You see, as we get older, we get tired after walking for such a short distance, so I'll go back and rest first."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away without waiting for the Chief Secretary to speak.

Obviously, he was unwilling to continue discussing this matter with the Chief Secretary.

The chief director watched the old man's back gradually go away, his eyes a little cold, but his expression did not show any signs of it.

Now is a critical period for him to plan to ascend to the position of Left Secretary, and in this process, the opinions of Right Secretary are very important.

If Youji is contrary to his normal behavior and firmly opposes this matter, it will be difficult for him to ascend to power.

Therefore, before that, this old guy must not be offended.

However, after he successfully becomes Zuo Sixiang... hmph, he won't need to continue to accommodate this old guy.

As long as he can endure this for a while longer.

The Chief Secretary thought secretly in his heart.

And the Prince of Gallan is really young and ignorant, so he has to find a way to make him more obedient.

………………

"Prince Garlan! I heard about it!"

The little fat man ran over happily, looking at Garlan with stars in his eyes.

Rumors had already begun to spread in the palace.

Tal, who is known as a collector of gossip, naturally would not lag behind, and soon heard about the so-called "Prince Garlan's great power in the council chamber, leaving many ministers, nobles and generals speechless".

"Prince, what was the scene like at that time? I can't go. It's a pity that I can't see that scene. I really want to see it with my own eyes——"

"That's enough, Tal, don't mention that again."

Garlan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

enough.

Don't remind him again.

He doesn't want to think about it at all, okay?

The little fat man blinked. He didn't quite understand why the prince didn't want to mention his great power. If it were him, if he had anything to be proud of, he would have already boasted to others.

But even if he didn't understand, Tal always obeyed the prince unconditionally.

So, after he said oh, he changed the topic obediently.

He looked left and right, and after making sure that no one nearby could overhear the conversation between him and the prince, he approached Garlan.

"Prince..."

Perhaps out of a guilty conscience, he subconsciously lowered his voice even though no one was around.

"Didn't I say that? Prince Heimos will cause you a lot of trouble in the future... You don't need to worry about him this time. In this way, you will be able to ascend the throne smoothly in the future... "

"Are you stupid?"

Garlan interrupted Tal angrily.

He said: "Do you think Heimos will be the kind of person who honestly accepts his fate and allows others to be wronged?"

Tal choked.

"……no."

"If no one helps him and he is really wronged and charged with an unfounded crime, have you ever thought about what Heimos would do with his character?"

"…………"

The little fat man shivered.

"No, I don't dare to think about it."

He stuttered a bit when he spoke. Even if he was just thinking about it, he didn't dare to think about how terrible things Prince Heimos would do.

After thinking about it like this, Tal suddenly understood.

He raised his head and looked at Garlan with starry eyes.

"Prince, you are so wise! Why didn't I think of this?"

He immediately and unceremoniously flattered me.

"You are absolutely right, we must help Prince Heimos clear his name no matter what!"

"Okay, that's it. It's very late now, I want to rest, you go."

"Okay, Your Highness, have a good rest~~"

After saying this with a smile, the little fat man ran away in a hurry.

In order to avoid getting entangled with Tal, Garlan, who used an excuse he had just come up with to fool Tal and send him away, breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he thought about it more carefully, the reason he suppressed to deal with Tal seemed quite reasonable.

Heimos was definitely not the kind of person who would just give in. If he hadn't stepped forward to help him this time... Heimos might have caused even greater trouble in the future.

While thinking this, Garlan changed into loose pajamas and climbed into bed.

Lying on the bed, a breeze suddenly blew, and he subconsciously turned his head to look over.

I saw a window on one side open. Through the window, I could see the starry sky outside.

The sound of running water came through the silent night, and the stone statue of the star goddess Isdar stood quietly under the night sky.

He lay on the bed with his eyes open, watching the shallow starlight fall on the gentle-faced stone statue of the goddess, making it seem to glow.

Below the stone statue, the fountain sprinkles countless tiny water droplets in the night sky.

Garlan slowly closed his eyes amidst the tiny splashing sound and fell asleep.

…………

The familiar chamber...

Still the familiar people...

The young man sat quietly on the obsidian seat, his eyes slightly lowered and his lips pursed.

Amid the voices of everyone, he sat there quietly without saying a word.

He closed his mouth and remained silent.

...The only chance to ascend the throne...

In the boy's silence, a green-haired priest of the God of Night suddenly walked out.

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The green-haired priest leaned slightly and said something to his master.

In the dark dungeon, the black-haired young man sat on the ground with his knees bent.

He sat quietly, looking calm.

But the light in those golden-red eyes settled little by little as the green-haired priest continued to speak, as if being swallowed by something invisible.

He remained silent, his thin lips pursed like a razor blade.

…

Suddenly, everything disappeared and the whole world went dark.

Nothing can be seen.

Nothing at all.

Then, I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was a long, long time before the dark world slowly lit up again...

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In the dimly lit room, only the skylight on the high roof was open.

Fragments of silver-white moonlight fell on the snow-white bed.

Under the moonlight, a slender arm stretched out on the bed.

It was tight.

The fingers were trembling, clenching the sheets tightly almost convulsively.

The moonlight fell on the taut wrist, causing the gold chain around the wrist to reflect golden light.

The pure gold color against the fair skin makes people unable to take their eyes away.

On the stretched arm, the skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, slightly red, with a slight sheen of water. Reflecting the moonlight, the fair skin seemed translucent, and because the arm was excessively tight, it gave people a strange look. A kind of extremely fragile and indescribable beauty that seems to be broken in the next second.

Then, the white arm was covered.

The brown arm that stretched out immediately, obviously thicker than it, covered its entire body.

As if not allowing him to escape, the big brown hand slowly slid down the white arm, and then clasped the white wrist tightly.

Brown fingers intertwined with the golden chain, clasping the white wrist in his hand.

Her golden hair, which was damp with sweat, was pushed aside and scattered to one side on the snow-white bed.

The slender back of the neck, which was slightly pink, was exposed.

The pink skin on the back of the neck was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and a drop of sweat could be faintly seen sliding down the side of the neck.

A bright red trace like petals is extremely conspicuous on the skin of the back of the neck.

Suddenly, an extremely slight sob, as if he was trying his best to suppress it, sounded in the room.

The white fingers clenched the sheets tightly at this moment, and the clasped fingertips seemed to indicate that they were suffering some unspeakable pain.

A thin golden chain hung from her wrist, along the edge of the bed, and to the ground.

It extended on the ground for a long time, and finally it was completely submerged into the stone wall, and it was tightly sewn together with the wall and integrated into one.

…

"Untie it..."

The voice became extremely hoarse from shouting for a long time, as if his throat was hoarse, and he could barely make a sound.

It seemed that he was extremely tired, and there was still a little residual sobbing sound.

"Untie...I won't run away..."

There was a long moment of silence.

After a long time, the man who was sitting by the bed and gently stroking the blond hair of the person on the bed made some movement.

He leaned down and held the now limp hand.

A golden chain hangs from her white wrist.

"I have placed my trust in your hands."

A low voice sounded in the dark room.

"You lost it yourself."

The man bowed his head.

The scattered black hair blocked his eyes, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes at this moment.

He kissed the hand wrapped in the gold chain.

The movement was extremely gentle, as if filled with infinite love.

But his words were cold to the contrary.

"So, there is no second time."

He said: "I will never trust you again, Garlan."

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In the dark night, the young man who was sleeping on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

When he sat up and gasped, a ray of light fell on his face. He subconsciously turned his head and discovered that it was the moonlight refracted from the huge moonstone between the eyebrows of the stone statue of the star goddess Isdar outside the window.

Dream?

But why is it so real?

Just like the sea of ​​fire surrounding Heimos that he dreamed about when he was a child, and the death of Opada, the son of General Tasda not long ago...

But there seems to be something different.

Because this dream is not a memory of previous lives, but more like... a future that may happen in this life.

Garlan stared at the stone statue of the goddess in the outer courtyard in a daze.

Isdar, goddess of stars.

The goddess of destiny.

When the thread of fate in her hands is pulled, the future will also change.

…………

If he had not stood up and remained silent at that time...

If at that time, because of his selfishness, he finally chose to betray Heimos...

Was his dream...actually a prediction of the future?

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but……

Garlan clenched his fists.

It’s too late to predict!

Everything has passed and I have made my decision. What is the use of letting me have this dream? !

and……

Under the moonlight, the blond boy's face flushed, even the roots of his ears were red.

At this moment, he felt that his whole body was about to burn up.

Even if it’s a precognitive dream——

Is it necessary to dream all the details in that aspect so clearly, even to the senses—

…

Heimos, you bastard! rogue!

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