A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 19. Chapter 19

“what–!!!”

Gallan, who had just relaxed his tense nerves, was grabbed so nonchalantly and howled with fright.

If it wasn’t for his wrist to be grabbed by the opponent and unable to stand up, I’m afraid he would have jumped up.

When he looked intently, and met those golden red eyes, Gallan suddenly sighed in relief.

It was really scary and terrifying.

Gallan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he thought about it.

He was holding a dagger just now and he was indecisive… Wouldn’t this person see all of them, right? He wouldn’t guess what he was going to do, would he? !

“…what are you doing?”

The boy’s voice was quite hoarse because of the change of voice, and it was even more hoarse at the moment. The voice was frosted, making it uncomfortable to listen to.

Gallan, who had a guilty conscience, was pulverized by the voice, and his heart twitched.

“No…I didn’t do anything…I, I will help you pick things up…”

As soon as Garland stammered halfway through his words, Huimos interrupted him roughly.

“I ask you, what are you doing by yourself?”

The boy gasped violently and asked.

Just now, he was dumbfounded, and suddenly heard two consecutive noises, first the crisp sound of metal utensils falling, and then there was a snap.

When he opened his eyes when he woke up, he happened to see Garlan slap himself like a convulsion.

He stared at the bright red fingerprints on the child’s face, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

“This…that…”

Gallan choked, suddenly blessed to her soul.

“I, I’m here to apologize, um, didn’t I accidentally hit you yesterday?” He whispered, “Look, I also slapped myself… Don’t be angry with me, okay?”

As Gallan said, he kindly reached out and touched Heimos’ face, where he had been hit last time.

Huimos pursed his lips and said nothing.

The child kneeling next to him has bright golden eyes and watery, just looking at him, his shadow is reflected in his eyes, reddish finger prints are still printed on the snow-white cheeks, and his little soft hands are touching. His face.

The little appearance that looked at him and coaxed him, even with a hard heart, couldn’t help but feel softened.

The boy rolled his eyes.

“I know what you are thinking.”

“Ah…huh?”

Gallan panicked.

I really just took that idea in my heart for a moment, really didn’t plan to do anything to you—

Just when Gallan was so panicked, he heard Hiemos continue to speak.

He turned his face away without looking at Garlan, and said in a blunt tone.

“When you go out with this face, everyone will think that I did something to you-don’t you just make this idea?”

Garland: “…”

Panting.

“No, don’t worry, I will explain it clearly.” He said quickly, “And when you see that you are sick like this, you can’t do anything rough to me, right? Ah-that’s right.”

He patronized nervously, and almost forgot, the guy in front of him was still ill, so he had to go and call someone over.

“Wait, I’ll call someone now.”

As Gallan said, he was about to get up. But in the end he couldn’t stand up. Heymos didn’t let go, but tightened his fingers abruptly and squeezed his wrist tighter. The pain caused Gallan to shout out with the pain.

“No…” The burning face of the young boy couldn’t even say a complete sentence. After a few breaths, he said the next two words, “…need!”

The first rule of survival in a slum is to never let others see that you are weak. It is equivalent to exposing one’s fragile throat to others, and then being bitten off by others taking the opportunity.

The weak will not receive the slightest mercy, which will only make people more contemptuous.

This has become the survival criterion of Hiemos, even if he returned to his family later, even in front of his biological parents, he never showed the slightest weakness.

Now, when he thinks of his weak appearance being seen by this child, he feels a little irritable inexplicably.

“Why? You are sick.”

“Hey…wow!” His mind was dizzy, and his vision began to blur. Heymos tightened his lips, his face was stubborn, and he clasped Gallan’s wrist tightly.

“No need… just… no need!”

He was in a daze, and he didn’t know how powerful he was to control, so he clenched Gallan’s fingers tightly and pressed hard.

“I know! I know-let go!”

Garland, whose mouth was twitching with pain, desperately wanted to break Hoymos’ finger. He felt that his wrist was about to break.

“I’m not calling someone, just let it go!”

Hearing Garland said that he could not call someone, Huimos let go of Garland’s hand in a daze.

Garland looked at him, good deed, his wrists turned blue-purple all around, as if a bracelet were placed there. If Huimos didn’t know the severity and put more strength, I’m afraid his wrist would really break.

He moved his body back a bit cautiously, in case Hiemos grabbed him again, then whispered.

“If you don’t call someone, I can’t put you in bed alone.”

“Don’t… you care,” Hiemos said intermittently. “You… go back to your room…”

He said while panting.

Even if he was lying on the ground, he was dizzy, the scenery in front of him seemed to be distorted, and there was fire burning in his body, as if he was going to burn all the blood in his whole body.

“……You go back!”

He barely squeezed a few words from his throat.

The child who was driven by him seemed to be in a daze for a while, then got up and ran out quickly.

Seeing that the child’s back disappeared at the door, it was obvious that he had driven the people away, but Huimos did not know why, and his heart was a little empty.

He took a deep breath, drove away the feeling of loss in his heart, closed his eyes, and then gritted his teeth hard, trying fiercely to prop up his body from the ground. But he was too weak now, he just raised his head a little, and then dropped again in the next second.

He was lying on the ground with his back to the sky, only feeling that his whole body was empty, and he couldn’t get it out of any strength, and his whole body was almost unconscious.

A beam of moonlight fell on his red face, and he was lying on the ground, looking at the white crescent moon in the dark night sky with a daze.

He seemed to have gone back a long time ago. At that time, he was lying in the garbage pit, alone, all around him, empty and silent, only the crescent moon in the dark night sky accompanied him.

…He slowly closed his eyes.

…………

Patter.

What’s the sound, from far to near.

The boy opened his eyes, and the face of the child he thought he had left appeared in his sight again, and a small hand stretched out to hit his forehead.

The cold thing was covered on his forehead, and the slightest coolness penetrated into the hot skin, alleviating the heat of the head.

Garlan put a wet cloth on his forehead and touched his cheek again. The fingers were soft and cold, with a very comfortable feeling. When the little hand left, Huimos felt a subtle sense of loss in his heart.

He raised his eyes to Garlan.

The child knelt beside him and looked at him with open eyes.

On the small face with the size of a slap, the eyes are big and bright.

Those golden eyes are clearly in the dark night, but they are as bright as a pair of small golden suns. It glowed in the darkness, and for some reason it was so hard to look at it, and even the bright moon in the night sky became the background of the phantom.

…

Garlan lowered his head and took out a small white medicine jar from his waist.

Fortunately, when he sneaked over, he thought that Heimos didn’t know if there was any medicine, so he simply brought in the ointment that the doctor had specially left for him and told the maid to rub him every day.

Now Heymos doesn’t know what’s going on, he refuses to let him call someone, and he can’t really just leave it alone. If it’s really burned out, rounding it up would be regarded as killing him. Of it.

He doesn’t carry this pot.

Garlan rubbed his hands. He ran out to find the stream outside to wash his hands. He tore a piece of cloth from his body and got wet and brought it back.

How can I wipe medicine for the patient if my hands are not cleaned? It would be bad if a handful of bacteria gets into the wound.

He thought as he put the ointment on the scars of Hiemos.

Unexpectedly, in this life, he actually has one day to personally help his mortal enemy to wipe the medicine.

Hey, I hope that good intentions can be rewarded. This guy, Huimos, thinks that he helped him somehow today, so he can let him go in the future.

With such broken thoughts in his heart, Gallan, who was dedicated to helping Hoymos with the ointment, did not notice at all. The young man lying on the ground opened his eyes for some time and looked at him quietly for a while. Closed his eyes again.

When the medicine is finished, the half-bottle of the medicine jar is almost empty, and the Garlan people are also very tired.

He wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead and looked up at Hiemos. The young man lay quietly on the ground, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

He reached for the wet cloth resting on Huimos’ forehead. The wet cloth was not cold anymore, and it was warm. He put his hand on Huimos’ forehead for a while, feeling that Huimos’ forehead didn’t seem to be as hot as it was at the beginning, and his face was not so red.

The boy closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes dropped, and a shallow shadow fell on his honey-colored cheeks. Garlan looked at this familiar and a little unfamiliar face, without the coldness and evil in the memory, with a little childishness of underage, at this moment, it seemed very peaceful.

Garlan thought, he was really stunned just now.

The boy in front of him was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he was just a child.

Even Heimos, who will be called the “evil” in the future, never used any despicable means to take advantage of him when he was fighting for the throne. Even if Huimos killed him, but every time, after defeating him uprightly.

And he actually wanted to kill a sick kid…

If he really did that, wouldn’t he be more vicious than the so-called “ghosts”?

…………

Forget it, don’t think too much.

Anyway, it has been decided not to grab the throne in this life.

Shaking his head vigorously, throwing out the messy things in his mind, Gallan got up, ran to the bed and took off the thin blanket on the bed, and then put it on Huimos.

He knelt next to him, stretched out his hand and patted the covered blanket as if he was patting a child. After the photograph was over, a satisfied look appeared on his face.

“I help you so, you have to repay me in the future.”

The reward is simple, just don’t kill me.

After Gallan said to the sleeping boy in such a low voice, he looked at the sky, and it was almost midnight. He quickly got up and ran away quickly.

However, when Gallan ran away, he didn’t notice, the eyes of the teenager he thought he was asleep slightly opened.

The shadows of the slender eyelashes fell into the gaps in Heimos’s opened eyes, making it difficult to see the way he looked at the child’s back at the moment.

It wasn’t until Garlan’s back disappeared under the night sky that Huimos sat up slowly, and the blanket covering him slid off him.

The body is still a little hot, but the places where the medicine has been rubbed are cold, and the pain is alleviated a bit.

Huimos lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on his forehead.

There seemed to be a little residual warmth left by the little white hand.