A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 213. P. 213

At the moment when Hiemos saw that there were no scars on Gallan’s back and he was relieved, Gallan suddenly turned around, elbows behind him, and raised his upper body to glared at Hiemos.

Then, he kicked Huimos off him heavily.

There was a loud bang, which immediately aroused the alertness of the guards standing outside.

“His Royal Highness? Is something wrong? Your Highness—”

A nervous cry from the guard came from outside the gate of the camp.

Obviously, as long as Gallan’s answer is one second late, they will rush in.

“fine!”

Although his gaze was still staring at Heimos like fire, Gallan had to start to respond loudly to the guards’ shouts to prevent them from actually rushing in.

“I just didn’t notice that I tripped over the bed.”

“Are you injured? Do you need me to call a doctor?”

“No, nothing, no need to call someone, I am ready to rest.”

After finally calming the guard outside the door, Garlan was relieved.

He was lying on the bed, his clothes still torn, and Huimos knew at a glance that he was kicked out of the bed.

If the guard outside the door rushed in and saw this scene, he really couldn’t tell with ten mouths.

Originally, when he saw Heimos suddenly, Garland was surprised, and there was a little unexplainable joy coming from the bottom of his heart.

But now, looking at the man who stood up nonchalantly, he felt his teeth itch with hatred.

Unable to hold back one, Garlan raised his foot angrily and kicked Huimos again.

It’s just that after Heimos stood straight, the height was not low, and his legs were long. He sat on the bed and could only kick Heimos’ legs.

The consequence is–

As soon as he saw Hiimos’s long legs, he suddenly remembered what Kayhus said he was short. This kick not only didn’t let him down, but made him even more depressed.

Heymos is already a full head and a half taller than him.

If it weren’t for such a difference in height and physique, he wouldn’t have been suppressed to death by this guy just now, and he couldn’t resist at all.

The boy was sulking here, and Huimos, who had already stood up, looked at Garlan.

Because Gallan was lying half-lying, it was not easy to exert force, so to a rough-skinned black knight, that foot was no different from being bitten by a tantrum.

Huimos looked at the young man who was still angrily after kicking him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Maybe he didn’t even notice it, and he laughed again.

It’s been a long time since he laughed so relaxedly as he does now.

Ever since he had that dream and resolutely chose to return to the city, his heart has always been tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, struggling in the thick mud, as if it will be completely submerged in pitch black in the next second. Deep in the mud, it sinks and falls endlessly…

He kept telling himself that it was just a dream.

The message that Garlan asked Tal to pass to him made him know that Garlan was still alive.

But he just couldn’t control the fear that grew up in the depths of his body. Those negative emotions were like vines and thorns that were constantly flooded by fire. They took root in his heart and spread madly. Stabbing hurts in life.

Perhaps it was because the dream was too real, as if it really happened in reality.

It reminded him that a long time ago, when Garlan went to Tozes City, he dreamed that Garlan was caught in a sea of fire-and there really was that scene in reality-if he hadn’t arrived in time, Garlan I’m afraid it will really be buried in the flames.

Every time he thinks about this, Huimos feels horrified.

The scene of the young man riding a horse being shot through the heart by a sharp arrow from behind suddenly appeared in his mind.

The golden hair was soaked in the mud, blood flowed out from under the body, and the body gradually became cold…

He seemed to have seen it with his own eyes.

Even in the dream, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the young boy’s body from warm to cold, and eventually became a lifeless corpse in the dark night.

The heart twitched violently.

Heymos suddenly leaned down, said nothing, just hugged Garlan.

Garlan, who wanted to change his clothes, was propping up his upper body with his elbows and trying to sit up. As a result, just half of his upper body was propped up, a dark shadow suddenly pressed down from above, and suddenly he was overwhelmed. On the bed.

This time, it was face up.

Garlan lay on the bed in astonishment, while Huimos pressed his whole body on him and hugged him tightly with both hands.

Reflecting that he was overwhelmed again, Gallan’s anger rose instantly, and he stretched out his hand to pull Huimos’s hair.

Because he was anxious, he really didn’t have any strength at all, grabbing the hand of black hair in his hands and pulling back fiercely.

One drag.

Second drag.

He just didn’t move.

Gallan didn’t dare to do it.

Although Heymos was motionless and didn’t cry out of pain, he knew in his heart that the force he pulled Heymos’ hair even felt painful to him, and if he continued, he could really grab Heymos. A lot of hair is here.

And he also noticed that even though Heimos was pressing on him, he was motionless.

He hugged him quietly and buried his face in his neck, without giving him the slightest feeling of pressure or uncomfortable toughness.

Hiemos seemed to just hold him so quietly.

The man now looks like a big black wolf that has just returned from a cold winter and snowy night, covered with snowflakes and cold all over, trying hard to draw some warmth from him.

A little uneasy, as if desperately wanting to feel something.

Garlan suddenly remembered that when he was determined to abandon the throne and leave the palace, after returning, Nega had been following him and sticking to him for a long time, and moved to his side and nested his head into him. Rubbing back and forth in his arms, it seems that only by doing this can I feel relieved.

Huimos now seems to be very similar to Nega at that time.

Garland hesitated to loosen Hiemos’ hair and patted his head lightly.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked in a low voice.

Huimos did not answer, but gave a low hmm.

His face was buried in Garlan’s neck, um, at that time, the heat exhaled from his nose swept across Garlan’s side neck.

It’s kind of itchy.

Gallan turned his head uncomfortably, trying to avoid the hot breath.

However, his actions seemed to stimulate Hiemos, and his arms suddenly tightened, holding him tighter.

“Himos?”

Gallan couldn’t help but yelled softly again.

This time, the person holding him who refused to let go finally spoke after being silent for a while.

“I had a dream…I dreamed that you were dead…”

Huimos spoke in a low voice.

Because the face was buried in the neck, the voice seemed a little muffled.

“what?”

Garlan was taken aback for a moment. He just wanted to say that it was just a dream. Am I okay now?

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered the dreams he had had in the past, about the dreams of previous lives.

He asked, “How did I die in your dream?”

“In the rebellion in the city of Judas, you were shot to death with an arrow when you were leading people to counter the rebellion.”

Huimos answered.

After speaking, he paused and said another sentence.

“But it’s a little strange, you have short hair in your dream.”

Gallan felt his heart beat abruptly.

“What about Brother Wang? Did you dream of him?”

Huimos didn’t answer right away, he seemed to answer after thinking about it.

“He seems to have been poisoned and died in a room in front of that person.”

Gallan did not speak for a while.

His mind is a little confused.

He thought that what Huimos had dreamed of was a past life, just like the last time he was in Menistere.

However, there seems to be something wrong with this dream.

He died in the hands of Huimos the first four times, in the royal city, and had not been shot by an arrow in the city of Judas.

Therefore, this should be just a dream that Hiemos had indiscriminately because he was worried about him.

However, Huimos dreamed of the poisoning of Brother Wang.

In order to avoid causing chaos, the uncle and members of the royal family who were King Camos poisoned King Camos were kept strictly confidential, and only a few people such as Kaihuos knew about it.

Hiemos probably didn’t know this.

Also, the short haircut that Huimos said.

He did have short hair in previous lives.

So, what is this dream…

Gallan felt that his brain was in a mess at this moment.

Did he forget what?

He tried very hard to remember, but he couldn’t remember the incident of being shot to death by an arrow in previous lives.

So, after all, it was purely a dream that Hiemos had imagined.

Or…his memory has gone wrong from the beginning?

If his memory is really problematic, then–

“Gallan?”

Perhaps it was because he felt Gallan’s heartbeat suddenly become very fast, Heimos looked up.

He stared at the expressions on the faces of the people under him.

The golden eyes of the young man seemed to be staring at him unconsciously.

“…Are you scared?”

Huimos keenly felt Gallan’s chaotic mood at the moment.

Did not get an answer.

He saw the boy’s pink lips tightened slightly, with some force, and the aura of restlessness was exposed from the tightened lips.

The slender eyelashes hung down, and a shallow shadow fell on the thinner and thinner cheeks.

The curvature of the eyelashes is extremely beautiful, with a slight movement, the shadow on the cheeks is like a butterfly’s trembling, but because it is too beautiful, it gives people an almost illusory and fragile feeling.

Huimos leaned over.

Fragmented black hair hung down and fell on the golden hair.

He bowed his head.

The brown skin was lightly pressed against the fair forehead.

The temperature of each other’s skin is passed to each other, the black hair entangled with gold silk, the foreheads of different skin colors that are lightly pressed together, are obviously the extreme contrast of tones, but they unexpectedly give people an indescribable sense of harmony.

Gallan’s eyelashes that had fallen down lifted up, and the tips of the light-colored eyelashes almost collided with the dark eyelashes of Heimos.

He raised his eyes to Heimos’s eyes.

The distance between the two is too close.

The golden pupils seemed to be stained with the red reflected by the extremely close golden-red pupils, and the edge of the golden iris was faintly covered with a ring of light glow.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Gallan heard Hiemos’ voice.

It was soft and deep, like the sound of wind passing over the field, almost murmured into his ears.

“……I am here.”

Perhaps it was because of this soft, low murmur.

Or maybe it was because of the golden red eyes staring at him.

Garlan’s originally chaotic mood calmed down a little bit. He opened his eyes and looked at Huimos. His eyes were big, and he looked very cute.

Hiemos’ eyes curled slightly, and a smile appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

He said softly: “Go to sleep.”

His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear him.

“I am here.”

Garlan closed her eyes obediently.

Huimos lay on the bed sideways, hugging the boy in his arms, coaxing gently.

He kept talking in Garlan’s ear, softly and tirelessly, telling each one of the things after he went to the north, like telling a story.

He thought, before today, he had never thought that he could talk like this.

Talking and talking non-stop.

But at this time, his mood is unprecedentedly calm, and the anxiety of the previous period seems to have never existed.

Gallan was in his arms, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep in his constant whispers.

The wings of the nose moved lightly, making even breathing sounds.

The long blond hair was scattered on his arm, and he saw the rough lapis lazuli earrings on the white earlobe of the boy.

Huimos’ eyes became softer, he lowered his head and kissed the sleeping boy’s forehead.

The skin touched by his lips carries human body temperature.

very warm.

He squinted.

Compared with the body that had become a little bit cold in the dream, the body of the boy in his arms at this moment was so soft and warm.

That kind of warmth seeped into his body through the clothes, which made him particularly satisfied.

The golden red eyes reflected Garlan’s sleeping face, and his eyes carried an indescribable gentle and affectionate breath.

Hiemos buried his face in the thick blond hair and closed his eyes.

What he had in his arms at the moment was everything.

…

………………

One night passed.

Sleep well all night.

The slight noise around him awakened Garlan from his deep sleep. He didn’t open his eyes immediately, and his body was lazy with a lazy tiredness.

It was different from the feeling of being forced to sleep for a whole day after being drugged by his knight not long ago. This night, he rarely slept very deeply and peacefully.

It was like knowing that someone around him was guarding him so that he would not be disturbed in any way.

The body has been wrapped in a warm feeling.

After waking up, there is a sense of fulfilling satisfaction.

After a while, Garlan opened his eyes slightly.

He saw the figure standing in front of the bed, the tall body, like a tall green pine, wide shoulders, narrow waist, and slender limbs.

The body is extremely toned, perhaps not magnificent or developed, but there is a terrifying explosive power like a wild beast hidden in the tight muscles.

Especially a pair of big long legs, which raised the figure more and more a lot.

That really made the young man who had been hit by his own knight with his height from time to time in recent days and had to drink milk every day to feel a little pantothenic.

Heymos, who was bowing his head and tightening the iron bracer on his wrist, keenly sensed the gaze around him, turned his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at Gallan.

Looking up, his eyes bend slightly, revealing a little smile.

Garlan was still lying sideways on the bed, lazily, too lazy to move.

He stretched out a right hand from the warm blanket and beckoned.

How did the action look like calling Nega.

Huimos looked at Garlan’s movements without anger at all, but even more smiles in his eyes.

He followed the motion of Garlan’s beckoning, pressing one hand on the side of the bed, leaning over and bending down.

But even if he leaned over, he was still taller.

“Too high, squat down.”

Heymos seemed very patient with Garland’s repeated requests to push his nose and face.

Without a word, he squatted on the edge of the bed with his knees bent.

It looked like a docile and harmless great wolfdog.

He squatted in front of Gallan, with the corners of his thin lips slightly raised, and his eyes were full of indulgent expressions watching the young man.

Golden eyes looked at Heimos, then Gallan stretched out his right hand, stroked a handful of black fur on the head of the big black wolf, and patted his head again.

“Be careful, don’t get hurt.”

After finishing the hair, the right hand that wanted to retract was caught by the opponent halfway through.

Huimos held that hand and held all his fingers in the palm of his hand.

He bowed his head, dark black hair hanging down on his white wrist.

The slightly cool lips kissed the warm hand of the boy that he had held tightly.

“do not forget.”

He said softly, “I am here.”

His low voice spoke like an oath.

“……always there.”

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do not be afraid.

I am here.

I will always be there.

Even the gods of Aaron Landis can’t let me leave you.

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For the good of you guys, this chapter was not published yesterday.

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