A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The room was quiet for a moment.

It was because Shulos and Garlan were in the middle of some kind of private mutual harm, that someone else suddenly intervened, the person he found most difficult to get along with, which made him feel very embarrassed, so he kept silent. .

Gallan, on the other hand, was immediately confused by the huge amount of information in Heimos's sentence. Then he felt that Heimos could not let him know that he understood, so he pursed his lips to hold back, and returned Yu looked away.

In this sudden silence, Heimos seemed not to be affected in any way and was still walking steadily.

Still holding a glass of water in his hand, he walked up to Garlan and handed the glass over.

"Drink a little first."

He whispered, and directly brought the rim of the water glass to Garlan's pursed lips.

The water glass had reached his mouth, and Garlan opened his mouth subconsciously.

Then, Heimos gave him a mouthful of water.

The water is warm, neither cold nor hot, and has a slightly sweet taste, obviously with honey added, and a slight lemon sour taste.

Garlan doesn't usually drink much, and he doesn't like the strong smell.

But today at the dinner, several senior generals from the North came over to toast him respectfully, so he drank a few sips.

Although it’s not much, it’s still easy to get dry mouth after drinking alcohol.

At this moment, Heimos gave him a mouthful of honey water, which made his throat feel much better. Gallan instinctively opened his mouth again and took a few more sips.

Heimos looked at Garlan with soft eyes and carefully fed him water one mouthful at a time.

When Gallan realized something was wrong and reached for the water glass, a smile appeared on his lips, and he let go of his hand obediently, letting Gallan do it by himself.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes stayed on the young man, not bothering to give any of his peripheral vision to the bard who was right next to him.

He doesn't look like a subordinate.

Shulos, who was watching from the side and felt that the atmosphere was strangely ambiguous, curled his lips and couldn't help but think.

This kind of gentle and considerate appearance is nothing more than a lover.

However, the two of them grew up together, and Lord Heimos probably doted on His Majesty as his own brother.

Thanks to His Majesty's good temperament, it is not easy for him to not grow crooked despite being pampered and doted on by King Camos, Heimos, Caihos, the female official, the priest, etc. since he was a child.

Aaron Landis, the first male bard, thought so.

After taking a few sips of the honey water, his throat felt much better. Garlan, who was holding the water glass, turned his head and looked at Shulos again.

"Don't interrupt. You will like the task assigned to you this time."

"hehe."

Shulos, who had been ordered around by Garlan in the past two years, expressed his feelings with a chuckle.

"You go to Canal."

"Going again? Kanal has become yours, why do you want me to go?"

Looking at Shulos who was complaining repeatedly, Garlan took out a piece of parchment and handed it over.

Although Shulos kept talking, when Garlan stretched out his hand, he immediately took it.

When he unfolded the parchment and took a look, the originally lazy bard's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Treasure Map?"

Shulos asked excitedly.

Even though he became Garlan's secret subordinate, Shulos was still a bohemian bard at heart.

Knights and battlefields, love and death, flowers and blood.

An epic story told, an ancient treasure.

For bards, these are key words that stimulate their creativity.

Among them, the word treasure is definitely among the top three events that interest them most.

Carefully spreading the treasure map flat on the table, Shulos looked at it with bright eyes and rubbed his hands in excitement.

Treasures seem to be everywhere in legends and novels, but there are not so many in reality.

This was the first treasure map that Shulos had seen with his own eyes in more than 20 years of life, and of course he was very excited about it.

"Well, the treasure of the Karnar royal family."

Garlan said, holding the water glass in one hand and reaching over to tap the treasure map with the other hand.

"That's what I want you to do, find it."

Shulos raised an eyebrow.

"I found a treasure for you? Wouldn't it be a great loss for me?"

Garlan thought for a moment and nodded.

"That's right. Then... you are allowed to take away the three items in the treasure. They can only be items that have nothing to do with the Karnar royal family."

"Anyway, I found the treasure first. No matter how long I take it secretly, Your Majesty will never know about it."

Although he would not actually do it, the bard who was quite dissatisfied because he always felt like he was being eaten to death by Garlan said this deliberately.

"The royal city of Karnar has been destroyed and is no longer suitable for people to live in for a long time. I plan to use the treasures of the royal family of Karnar to build a new city to house the residences in the original royal city and the refugees whose homes were destroyed by the war."

Garlan said, understatement.

"So, do you still want to take these belongings?"

"...Your Majesty, you are still as cunning as ever."

In fact, I originally wanted to say cunning, but Shulos stopped it in time and swallowed it back, replacing it with cunning.

Garlan hit his Achilles heel again.

It was enough to snatch things from the nobles, but he would never care about the refugees' things. The 'beauty' he admired did not allow him to do such ugly things.

Shulos rolled up the treasure map into a bundle and stuffed it into his arms.

Raising his hand and skillfully moving one side of his forehead to the side, the bard showed his handsome smile to his majesty with his signature handsome movements.

"Then it's an agreement. I will help you find this treasure. As a reward, just let me take away a treasure I like as a souvenir."

After saying that, Shulos turned sideways again, bowed politely to Heimos on the side, and then turned to leave.

Just after taking a step, the bard suddenly remembered something.

He turned around suddenly and suddenly approached Garlan.

He said something in a very low voice (he thought) that only he and Garlan could hear.

"What Master Heimos just said, does he want to teach you... um... right? In fact, I have always been curious about which one is better in bed, the Black Knight or the Burning Sun Knight."

Having said this, he blinked ambiguously at Garlan with his peach blossom eyes.

"I have collected some information about the Knight of the Burning Sun, but this one... So when I come back, Your Majesty, please remember to tell me whether this person is powerful or not in that regard."

Shulos spoke low and fast. Before Garlan could react, he had finished speaking quickly, then turned around, jumped out from the floor-to-ceiling window balcony on the side, and left.

Garlan: "..."

There's no point in lowering your voice!

Shulos left, waving his sleeves, not taking away a single cloud, leaving only a confused and awkward atmosphere for Garlan in the room.

Garlan knew that with Heimos' hearing, he definitely heard everything Shulos just said.

He couldn't even pretend to be confused even if he wanted to.

Once that guy Shulos comes back from finding the treasure, continue to assign him more work!

Garlan gritted his teeth and thought bitterly in his heart.

The room was very quiet, only he and Heimos were left. He really felt embarrassed. In order to hide it, he took a sip from the already cold water glass in his hand, and then took another sip.

As a result, I choked because I drank too quickly.

He choked and coughed so hard that the water glass in his hand almost slipped.

A hand quickly reached out from behind, grabbed his hand, and also held the water glass that almost slipped from his hand.

After Gallan regained his breath, he suddenly found that he had been hugged by someone from behind.

The brown arms stretched out from behind, one hand helped him hold the water glass, and the other wrapped around his waist.

Garlan did not look back, but he knew that the man behind him lowered his head.

Because he could already feel the warm breath gently passing through his ear, and it was obvious that the other person's lips were very close to his ear.

The breath was not very hot, but for some reason, it was like scalding steam, making the tips of his ears feel hot.

Even though he couldn't see it, Garlan knew that the tips of his ears must have turned red.

Moreover, the red tips of the ears were clearly visible to the people behind her.

Thinking of this, the burning in his ears became more intense, and it tended to spread to his cheeks.

"When he comes back, how are you going to answer his information about me?"

Definitely adding fuel to the fire.

The lips that were close to his ear made a low sound along with the breath that passed over the tip of the burning ear.

It's a little deeper than usual, with a bit of hoarseness, and it's very tempting. Just listening to it will make you feel numb on the back of your neck and turn your face red.

Suddenly, the hot feeling spread from the ears to the face instantly.

The boy's fair face was stained with a pink hue.

Even the long blond hair falling from his cheeks couldn't hide it.

His face was burning badly, the back of his hand was being held, and his waist was being touched by the other person. It was as if fire was spreading from the other person's fingers, and the hot feeling penetrated deep into his skin.

Gallan felt that he might need to calm down.

He took a deep breath, turned his head, looked behind him, and raised his hand to lift the water glass in front of Heimos' face on his left side.

"If you can't drink anymore, just drink."

The young man said in a tone that he thought was calm.

But his cheeks, which were actually turned pink, completely exposed his thoughts at the moment.

And that look of someone who is clearly panicking but deliberately forcing himself to be calm is really cute. It makes Heimos feel like a ball of hair is being rubbed around in his heart. It is itchy, and the more he rubs it, the softer it becomes, and finally becomes soft and soft. A ball.

Without exposing Garlan, he smiled, followed Garlan's wishes and let go, holding the water glass, raising his head and drinking all the remaining water in the glass.

Gallan was relieved when he regained his freedom.

At this moment, blazing firelight shone in from outside, accompanied by a sudden violent noise.

Garlan turned around and saw that a huge bonfire had been lit in the square outside.

The dinner party is coming to an end.

According to the custom of the Northland bonfire dinner, at the last moment of the victory banquet, all the bonfires will be piled up in one place and a huge bonfire will be lit in the center of the square.

This was evidence of the dedication of victory to Assyria, the god of war.

——The glory of the flame that symbolizes victory will surely illuminate the night——

Countless people gathered around the huge bonfire, and cheers rang through the night sky.

The night wind blew in from outside, lifting the white gauze in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Garlan lifted the veil and walked out to the open-air balcony.

In the square below, blazing flames were burning, spitting huge tongues of fire into the night, almost turning half of the night sky red.

The red firelight reflected the face of Garlan who was standing in front of the white stone fence. He looked at the blazing bonfire and the jubilant people in the square in the distance.

He saw many people clasping their hands and kneeling around the giant bonfire, seemingly praying for something.

"what are they doing?"

Garlan looked at it for a while and couldn't help but ask.

Heimos, who also came over and stood on the balcony looking at the bonfire in the distance, answered.

"They're making wishes."

"Make a wish?"

Heimos, who has been in the north for several years, is very familiar with this scene.

"It is said that after dedicating victory to the God of War, the God of War's will will descend in the flames. As long as you pray to the God of War at this time, your wish will come true."

"I see."

Garlan nodded.

He stared at his people and smiled.

"However, I can probably guess what they wish for."

Keep winning.

Protect your family, protect your companions.

End the war in the north.

Live peacefully and happily with your family and companions.

This is the most simple and simple wish of people praying to the God of War.

"I will grant their wishes."

The Young King said so.

His golden eyes reflected the distant firelight and his people.

He said, "One day, I will make this a place of peace."

Heimos said nothing, he looked at the people around him.

The young man's golden eyes were astonishingly bright in the dark night.

With vitality, even in the dark, it seems to be shining with light.

That attracted him, making him unable to take his eyes away from the young man.

Many people think that he is an ambitious man, but Heimos knows that Garlan's ambition is only more ambitious than him.

However, the 'ambition' held by Garlan was completely different from the ambitions common to him and the world.

The young man’s ‘ambition’ is to shine light everywhere on the land of Aaron Landis.

He wants to protect every life on earth with his wings.

…

Garlan turned around and leaned against the stone railing behind him.

He looked up at Heimos and asked with a smile.

"Heimos, did you make a wish on the bonfire?"

Heimos shook his head.

"No need."

He said,

"What I want, I will achieve it myself. There is no need to make a wish to the gods."

He had never prayed to the gods in his life.

He never prayed for mercy from the gods because it was useless.

Whatever you want, achieve it yourself.

He's always been like this.

...Okay, this is very Heimos.

Garlan, whose mouth twitched, thought silently.

He turned his head and stared at the bonfire in the distance, as if he was in a trance.

The firelight reflected the young man's side cheeks red, like a glow on his face.

Let Heimos stare.

"If you wish, you have one now."

Heimos said suddenly.

"ah?"

Hearing Heimos speak, Garlan turned around subconsciously.

As soon as he turned around, Heimos, who was standing in front of him, suddenly reached out and held his waist with both hands.

Before the startled Gallan could resist, Heimos grabbed his waist and lifted him up with a little force.

The feeling of unstable center of gravity made Garlan subconsciously grab Heimos' shoulder with his right hand.

He was then placed on the white stone fence by Huymos.

Gallan sat on the stone railing, looking at Heimos with his eyes open in confusion.

The stone railing was not low. When he sat on it, he had to lower his head slightly to look at Heimos in front of him.

Heimos stood in front of him, one hand wrapped around his lower back, and the other hand pressed on the stone railing beside him.

The man tilted his head slightly.

The distant red fire swayed on the man's handsome face, seeming to ignite a flame in the eyes looking at Garlan, with a passion and desire that could burn almost everything.

Maybe tens of millions of years later.

Everything dies.

Only the fire-like love in these golden-red eyes remains unquenchable.

"My current wish cannot be fulfilled even by the gods."

"……ah?"

"I want your kiss."

Heimos said.

He raised his head and stared at Garlan with his golden-red eyes, which were deep and fiery.

His voice was very soft, like a whisper, like a prayer, with deep longing.

"Will you grant my wish?...my lord?"

"…………"

Gallan, who was suddenly asked for a kiss, was at a loss for a moment.

The night wind blew over and lifted up his long golden hair as he sat on the stone railing.

Perhaps it was the light from the huge bonfire burning in the distance that made his fair cheeks turn slightly red.

After a while, Garlan slowly raised his right hand that was on Heimos' shoulder.

His fingers cupped Heimos's cheek, and his fingertips pressed on the deep scar at the corner of his eye.

Then he slowly lowered his head.

The fine blond hair fell on Heimos' shoulders and brown arms as he lowered his head, like glittering golden ornaments wrapped around them.

Garlan closed his eyes, his lips seemed to be trembling a little, but in the end they fell gently on Heymos' lips.

He kissed the other party's slightly cold lips and then raised his head.

His face was already flushed.

But he kissed him again, clumsily brushing his lips against the other's.

Then, he was at a loss and kept his lips touching.

Gallan stayed blank for a while, and then began to move his mind, trying to think of the steps Heimos had taken when he kissed him before.

However, while Garlan was still trying to remember, Heimos' patience was finally completely worn out.

He raised his head and kissed her back.

Gallan froze slightly when he felt Heimos' lips opening and the soft tip of his tongue trying to penetrate his lips.

But, after a second of hesitation, he opened his lips.

He also tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue, as if trying to imitate Heimos.

However, the moment their tongues touched each other, the boy immediately retreated like a frightened rabbit.

But it was too late to escape now. He blocked Garlan's lips with force, and Heimos pursued him without mercy, tightening his grip on the fleeing tongue.

He greedily desires everything in the other person's lips and teeth.

When you feel that the other person's breathing is quickening, you loosen the restraint on the other person, and lick the other person's lips gently, waiting for the other person to relax, and then invade with ruthlessness... This goes over and over again, all the time. Refuse to retreat.

Garlan closed his eyes tightly, and clenched his left hand very hard because of nervousness. His fingertips were firmly clasped on the stone railing.

A big brown hand covered the back of his clenched hand.

Brown fingertips gently caressed the tightly clenched white fingers.

It patiently comforted the other person, allowing him to slowly relax.

The brown fingers gently spread the white fingers apart one by one, letting his own fingers slip into the gaps between them.

Then, the fingers intertwined tightly without leaving a trace.

The different temperatures in the palms seemed to be transmitted between each other's skin, just like lips intertwined.

Under the dark night sky, a bonfire was burning in the distant square.

The night wind blew the white gauze on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony, causing it to fly softly.

The firelight came over, casting the shadows of the two people on the balcony on the dancing white tulle.

The constantly shaking shadows almost merged into one, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other.

The author has something to say: Hey, eat some candy