A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 224. Chapter 224

[I have saved countless people, but only…I can’t save the person I want to save the most. 】

There was a dead silence in the hall of the dead, and the flames flickered, reflecting on Garlan’s face.

The lights in the hall were bright, illuminating the snow-white sky, and the lights reflected the water on his cheeks.

On the emerald green peacock sarcophagus, the underworld goddess looked down at the young man who was crying silently with compassionate eyes.

The white wings spread out behind her, encircling here.

According to legend, the white lotus flower on her head was born from the sorrowful tears of those who lost their loved ones who fell into the underworld, symbolizing the purest thoughts.

Huimos looked at Garlan, at the tears falling from the golden pupils.

He didn’t say anything, his hand firmly clenched the opponent’s fingertips that still had blood stains.

He thought that the pain of gouging his heart could not be more than that.

Heimos, who was still half-kneeling in front of Garland, stretched out his hand, straightening up slightly.

The brown fingers ran across Garlan’s tear-stained cheeks, across the tips of his ears, into the depths of the cool blond hair.

He leaned over and gently pressed Garlan’s forehead.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his dark eyelashes fell on the eyelashes wet with tears.

On their mutually opposing foreheads, dark hair and blond hair were entangled.

The rune of the cyan God of War and the rune of the crimson Shamash were printed in one place, as if they were supporting each other.

I am here.

That is silent words.

Huimos lightly pressed against Garlan’s forehead, as if transmitting his own power, as if supporting the other person.

The boy did not move or speak, but the tears in his eyes fell more fiercely.

His red eyes blinked, and another stream of tears fell.

The tears that fell from his eyes fell on Huimos’s face, wet his brown cheeks, and followed Huimos’ chin on the two clenched hands.

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One night passed, the sun rose from the horizon, and the sky was bright.

The white hall reflected the rays of the rising sun, reflecting the snow-white stone ground spreading around the hall into a vast expanse of whiteness.

It’s so white.

Tapti stood quietly in front of the gate of the White Hall, looking up at the main hall.

Waterfall-like hair fell on her slender neck and fell from her shoulders.

She raised her head, her honey-colored neck showed a graceful curve, and the milky white moonstone necklace glowed a little blue in the rising sun.

Although her figure is slender, she stands still at this moment. She has been standing here quietly for several hours, motionless, and will still stand here afterwards.

She was waiting quietly.

Someone came hurriedly from outside. Two men came.

Tapti, who heard the movement behind her, turned her head, and saw the blond knight and the brown-haired priest walking in the direction where she was.

“Not out yet?”

Xiemuer asked Tarpu a question. He raised his head to look in the direction of the door and frowned.

He got the news early in the morning and rushed here immediately. Originally, he planned to enter the White Temple to bring Prince Garlan out, but he was stopped by the magistrate guarding the door.

Tapti stubbornly refused to let him in, saying that he could only wait and let the prince come out by himself.

Xiemuer couldn’t help it, and because there were so many things and lack of skills, no matter how worried he was, he couldn’t stay here for a long time, so he could only let Tapti stay here and leave first.

After the morning’s affairs barely came to an end, he immediately came here with Kaihuos.

The magistrate shook her head.

The priest’s brows tightened again.

“Can’t wait, the crown prince is still sick, the white hall is too cold, and staying for a long time will make him sicker.”

He categorically said that he was about to step in.

“We will go in now.”

“Wait……”

Seeing Sheemur was about to enter, Tapti reached out to grab him and stop him from entering.

It’s just that she just stretched out her hand and before she had time to touch Xie Mu’er, Xie Mu’er who had just passed by her suddenly stopped and looked up at something.

Seeing Xiemur’s appearance, Tapti subconsciously followed his gaze.

The blond knight who I saw earlier had already walked a few steps forward, and seemed to want to walk up the steps in front of the hall, but he stopped when he reached the bottom of the steps.

He stood under the steps, raised his head, and his only blue eyes were staring forward.

Under the gaze of everyone, a tall and long figure slowly walked out of the gate of the stone pillar.

In a snowy white hue, the young man walking out of the hall was wearing a black that was incompatible with this place.

The breeze swept across, lifting the dark forehead on his cheeks.

Huimos didn’t seem to see the three people standing under the steps, but looked down at the person in his arms, and walked down the steps slowly.

He walked very slowly, as if he didn’t want to disturb the sleeping teenager in his arms.

Gallan was held in his arms by Huimos, and his thin body was now wrapped in the dark cloak of Huimos.

His head rested on the opponent’s chest, and long golden hair fell from the brown arms that held him.

The boy who seemed to have poured out all the tears he had been holding back for several months fell asleep again. The corners of his eyes were red, and there was tiredness between his eyebrows.

There were still traces of wetness on his eyelashes, and tears on his pale face.

A few strands of gold thread wet with tears stuck to the corners of his light-colored lips.

Huimos held Garland and walked past Taputi.

When seeing the tear marks on Garlan’s face, the female officer who had been persistently refusing to let Xiemur break into the White Palace let out a sigh of relief.

She finally felt relieved.

That’s fine.

she thinks.

It’s good to be able to cry.

Sadness and pain are not terrible.

The most terrifying thing is that the pain is so painful that you can’t shed tears, and you can only simmer it all by yourself, succumbing to the painstaking effort, and succumbing to the point where the lamp is burnt out in the end.

She has lost her most important friend who grew up with her.

She could never imagine that she and her important friends guarded the grown-up children and left her.

Fortunately.

The child who was almost overwhelmed by grief finally survived, under the guardianship of another person.

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Huimos took Garlan back to the palace. He stayed beside Garlan, never mentioning that he was leaving the palace to go to Menister City. Sheemur, the only insider, also chose this. default.

For the whole day, Garlan was still drowsy, but his low-grade fever gradually dropped, and his breathing did not start to be as heavy as it seemed, and he seemed to relax a bit.

His face looked calmer.

Hiemos sat on the edge of the bed, with the golden-red pupils reflecting the shadow of Garlan.

The boy was lying quietly on the bed, looking very well-behaved, even the shallow water mark on the corner of his eyes was unusually affectionate.

The long blond hair was scattered on the snow-white bed, and the slender body had lost another circle in the past few months. It was clearly visible to the naked eye, and the chin was a bit sharper.

It hurts to look at it.

Huimos stretched out his hand, pushed aside the soft forehead, and wiped the sweat from Garlan’s forehead.

I don’t know what dream he is dreaming, even if he is asleep at the moment, the boy’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and a little tear suddenly oozes out of the corner of his eyes.

He looked at the tears oozing out of the corner of Garlan’s eyes again, leaned down, stroked his hand on Garlan’s forehead, and gently kissed the corner of Garlan’s eye.

The tears from the corners of his eyes stuck on his lips and penetrated into his lips.

Unspeakable bitter taste…

Footsteps came from afar, and Hiemos heard someone walking towards this side.

He straightened up and turned his head to look.

The light-colored gauze curtain was lifted, and the female officer walked in. On the disc in her hand was a bowl of black potion, which had just been boiled and was steaming hot.

“His Royal Highness, your subordinates are here, and I will let him wait for you in the side room.”

she says,

“I’ll just give the prince medicine.”

Huimos nodded, looked at Garland again, got up and left the bedroom, and went to the room on the side of the hall.

Soga, dressed in a blue priest’s uniform, was waiting there, and when he saw Huimos coming in, he bowed and saluted.

Himos kept walking, and walked straight past his subordinates, walked to the bench on the side of the room, turned and sat down.

He sat there, looking at Soga with a sharp look from his eyes.

He said: “I didn’t call you back to the royal city.”

Closing the door, Suo Jia turned around and stood in front of his master.

He said: “The Geshu people have retreated from the northern border.”

At the beginning, Huimos left him there to allow him to make suggestions for the riding commander Heya and defend the northern fortress.

Now that the Geshurs have withdrawn their troops, he naturally does not need to stay in the north, and he naturally wants to return to the master he is loyal to.

Suojia stared at his master.

He said: “I have heard about the day before yesterday.”

He looked straight at Heimos’s face, not wanting to miss any change in the expression on the other’s face.

“Why did you do that? You should understand what that means.”

That kneeling meant that Prince Huimos swore allegiance to Prince Gallan.

As a result, Huimos was never qualified for the throne.

Suojia hated that he could not rush to the royal city a few days earlier. If he were here, he would prevent His Highness Huimos from making such a choice in any case.

“I have made a decision.”

Huimos saw Soga’s thoughts, and he said lightly, “Even if you are here, it’s useless.”

No one can shake the decision he made.

“Your Highness!”

Suoga stepped forward abruptly, staring at Heimos with scorching eyes, extremely sharp.

“Are you really planning to give up like this?”

He asked in a low voice,

“When you came to the King City from Menister City, didn’t you have already made up your mind to stand in that highest position?”

“For eight years, you have been walking on the road to that position. You have been aiming at it, seeing it as the future, and never wavered.”

“And I have always thought that it belongs to you, and you are more qualified to sit in that position than anyone else.”

Soga’s words were deeply saddened, and his eyes were full of unwillingness when he looked at Huimos.

“His Majesty, from now on, you are destined to only succumb to others. You must kneel at that person’s feet, and you can only look up at him from now on.”

“You gave up what should belong to you, and in the future, you may still not be able to get that one—”

he asks,

“Are you really willing?”

Huimos and his subordinates looked at each other for a long time, as if something was surging in the depths of his pupils.

It was an unquenchable flame, with ambition, with desire, with a certain dangerous breath.

“…Not reconciled.”

Withdrawing the gaze from the opponent, Hiemos replied.

There was a bit of dryness in his eyes, which contained deep unwillingness, and even now it still showed signs of struggle.

He still wants the throne after all.

After all… he was still unwilling.

“Then, Your Highness—”

There was joy on Soga’s face, and he stepped forward again, trying to persuade his master thoroughly.

But the next second, Heimos’ words completely cut off his thoughts.

“Yes, I’m not reconciled…”

Huimos said,

“But my decision will not change.”

Soga’s words were pinched in his throat, and he looked at Huimos in astonishment.

“……why?”

He asked, his eyes confused, his words full of puzzlement.

Huimos raised his eyes and looked at his subordinates.

He smiled.

Struggling all the way, unwilling to do everything.

All the ambitions and desires, at this moment, all turned into the gentleness that almost melted white clouds in the flame-colored pupils.

He said: “I feel bad.”

Heaven and earth, everything, the supreme throne.

Can’t bear a drop of tears in the golden eyes of the young man who looked at him.

He feels distressed.

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The room was silent for a while.

Outside the room, Garlan, who was standing in front of the door, was about to open the door and stopped in the air.

He stood there.

The breeze flicked, and the strand of blonde hair that was lifted by the wind gently flicked the corner of his eye.

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