spartan ancestor

It took Hyacinthos a long time to find his voice: "Oh."

It took him a while to find his own brain: "Thank you..."

Oh awesome.

After more than ten years of Spartan education, I can write the best praise poems, but I can only say thank you to the first birthday gift in my life.

Hyacinths rolled his eyes to himself inwardly.

But in reality, he was a bit at a loss, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke the red cloak lightly.

The Spartans will celebrate many festivals, such as the Carnea Festival and the Juvenile Dance Festival, most of which are held to worship gods such as Apollo and Athena.

But for a birthday, the only thing that counts as a "celebration" is probably the one when you were born.

The parents will send the newborn to the elders, and all the male elders in the family will gather to watch the elders wipe the newborn's body with spirits.

If the newborn shows unbearable weakness, such as convulsions, or the unfortunate child is born with a disability, the father has the right to decide whether to abandon the child after discussion with all male elders.Of course, if the family is not really difficult to a certain extent, the father will generally choose to stay, and Sparta even has an army composed entirely of disabled youths.

— After all, it was the first birthday of Hyacinthus to be celebrated.

This does not mean that his parents don't love him, but they are more inclined to "teach you to be strong with strictness, and to love you is to ensure that you have the ability to survive on the battlefield."

The brain of the strike finally returned to normal, Yacintos coughed lightly, and lifted the red cloak: "Would you like to put it on for me?"

Aka stood there for a moment, took a step forward to take the cloak, stretched out his broad and powerful arms, and went around Hyacinthus's back to untie the old cloak.

The gesture seemed unnaturally intimate, it looked like a hug.But Hyacinthus lowered his eyes, but he could see from A-Ka's sleeves held tightly by his tight muscles that A-Ka was actually holding his arms steadily, ensuring that there would be no unnecessary physical contact during the process.

He seemed very focused, concentrating on a rope that was a bit difficult to solve, so Hyacinthus suddenly reached out his hand with half gratitude and half mischievousness, and hugged the defenseless Aka who was close at hand: " Thanks--"

"—Patter."

The sound of the rope buckle being torn off and falling to the ground was earlier than Jacintos' second thanks. The small shell buckle fell to the ground and rolled into the dark belly of the bed.

Aka was like a sea oyster whose soft flesh had been poked, and quickly retreated. Various emotions flashed through his black eyes, and finally fixed into a silent blame, and he looked at Yacintos accusingly.

Hyacinthus looked down at the old torn cloak, raised his head and raised his eyebrows at A-Ka: "Don't blame me, everyone knows that you can take off the cloak standing behind you, didn't you imply that I would give you a grateful hug? Right, Po—”

Hyacinthus swallowed the last syllable just in time, and raised his chin at the sluggish Apollo.

Apollo shuddered: "Yes," he said tearfully, "I'm sorry, Yashin—Your Highness, I really don't know if it's your birthday today, and can you give me some medicine? The wound hurts so much that I'm about to faint .”

He looked at Jacintos eagerly, hoping to gain some sympathy, but none of the two people in the room showed any sympathy, and Aka even frowned a little annoyed.

Yacintos shrugged: "Don't worry. You have been running around with me until now, and nothing happened, which means you can hold on. But Aka, let's get him some medicine, I don't want him to have a fever tonight."

"..." Aka stayed on the spot, looking a little unwilling, "there's not much medicine left—"

Yacintos smiled at him reassuringly: "My training is over, and I basically don't need any wound medicine. What do you do with the rest? It's a waste of money."

Apollo was so grateful to Hyacinthos, what kind of devil is this Akka!The same Heilos, can't we enjoy a little bit of empathy?

He hurriedly caught the wound medicine thrown by A-Ka, and even said thank you a few times in a humble and ingratiating manner. He didn't dare to ask for "can you wipe my back injury for me?" The other side feeds on itself.

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment.Apollo was full of resentment, and while rubbing the medicine on himself, he listened to the conversation on the other side with his ears up.

Hyacinthus sat upright by the bed: "Come on, I promise I won't do anything this time."

He tried to look sincere in his eyes.

"..." Aka frowned slightly, as if he was measuring how credible Jacintos was.

Either he was persuaded by the "sincerity" in the eyes of Jacintos, or he felt that the hard-earned gifts should not be wasted. After a stalemate in place for a while, he slowly approached with a new cloak, learned his lesson, moved around to the side, and moved from behind Fasten the buckle on.

Jacintos said unhurriedly: "Did you know? In the customs of the Spartans, the cloak is actually a very important and very personal existence."

"What can accompany a Spartan soldier to the end of his life is not necessarily his weapon, but his red cape."

"The inner guard who guided my training once joked to me that the only person who has touched his red cloak in this life, except for the tailor who weaves and sews, is his wife."

Immediately, there was an oppressive feeling of the tight cloth from the back of the neck, and Yacintos suspected that Aka was trying to strangle himself with the cloak.

Anyway, he had satisfied his bad taste, so he turned his head and said with a serious face: "I didn't do anything."

Aka: "..."

He didn't back away from the social distance. Under Jacintos' surprised eyes, he lowered his eyes to look at Yacin for a while, and a bright red was reflected in his black eyes.

But he quickly retracted his gaze: "Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"Lie down, I'll massage you."

"...I just put on the cloak. I haven't seen it yet, and you haven't commented on it." Hyacinthus couldn't count how many times this was the first time he was surprised today. He unbuttoned the cloak, tore off the clothes with a bit of rudeness, and lay down skillfully on the bed, "How did you know that?"

He just rubbed his eyes a few times when he just woke up, and when he returned to the courtyard, he didn't even touch his eyes.

"..." A-Ka froze, and opened his mouth after a while, "Press your eyes, why do you want to take off your clothes?"

The red cloth was stacked on the bed, and the young crown prince rolled on it: "? Sorry, I'm used to it."

Not only was Yacintos not embarrassed, he even slapped Aka with his usual thick skin and looked at Aka with condemning eyes: "Didn't you always have a full-body massage before? Why didn't I have a full-body massage today? Why didn't you want to use it for my birthday?" Material gifts, instead of physical enjoyment?"

Aka's face became even more paralyzed: "..."

However, his face was paralyzed for a while, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Apollo.

Apollo was staring straight at Hyacinthus lying in his cloak, his mouth stupidly opened.

A-Ka reached out and grabbed the old cloak, and threw it at Apollo, his voice was cold and harsh, and he said harshly, "What are you looking at?"

Different from Aka's thinking, Apollo's eyes were not straightened because of his covetous beauty, he hurriedly pulled off the old cloak, and stared at Yacinthos' naked upper body: "This...what is it? "

Hyacinthus looked down at himself following Apollo's gaze, and said indifferently: "I don't know you so soon? You were still rubbing medicine on the whip wound on your body just now."

"No...!" Apollo forgot the pain in his body for a moment, "I mean, why do you also have..."

Didn't it mean that the crown prince does not need to be trained?So even if Hyacinthos received training in fighting, he didn't need to accept whipping like everyone else, did he?

Even if he accepts it, why are the scars on Jacintos' body denser than the guard who showed his scars before?

"..." Hyacinthus smiled, did not reply to Apollo, and lay down comfortably on the bed.

The cloth of this cloak is not known what kind of material it is, and it feels more comfortable than his bed. Hyacinthus lazily rubbed his face on it.

Now that the relationship has ended without a problem, there is no need for him to explain to Apollo that these various scars are the result of his redoubled training after he decided to spend his life with a black laborer.

As the crown prince, if he wants to be with a Hero, protect each other, and spend the rest of his life in peace, he must be stronger than any Spartan warrior in the past to face the storms in the future.

In order not to repeat the mistakes of my father...

Hyacinthus yawned, and in his drowsiness, he vaguely heard Aka saying "turn around" to Apollo in a bad tone, and Apollo kept quiet uncomfortably.

Then there was the rustling sound of cloth rubbing. Aka was putting on his gloves and taking out the essential oil from the pouch around his waist. The fragrant floral fragrance wafted along with the smell of olive oil. He put his hands on his eyes, Skillfully and with moderate strength, he rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

After a while, the hands moved away, and the quilt next to him was properly covered on Yacintos, and then went back to massage the eye sockets.

Hyacinthus: "..."

After a while, his drowsiness completely dissipated: "Aka, do you know it's summer now?"

Part of the reason why he actively threw off his clothes was because he wanted to cool off. As soon as he covered him with the quilt, any drowsiness was covered by the heat.

A-Ka: "It will be cold without clothes."

Jacintos stood up abruptly and pulled the quilt away: "It's summer now."

Aka looked back in silence.

Hyacinthus: "..."

Okay, there is a kind of cold called Aka thinks you are cold.

Hyacinthus gave up and leaned back, wrapped himself in a cloak halfway, and searched for Apollo's location by the way.

In the corner of the house, there was a fire coming from the separate small bathroom. It is estimated that Apollo was driven there by A-Ka.

He looked back at ease, closed his eyes to regain his sleepiness, and not long after, he opened them soberly: "..."

Forget it, I can't sleep at all.

Yacintos followed Aka's strength and turned over so that the other party could massage his back for him: "Why are you so proficient? I know that there are many stadiums in Athens, and there are doctors who specialize in applying essential oils to athletes and relieving pain, but Sparta doesn't have these opportunities. How did you learn?"

Hyacinths was so comfortable that he almost collapsed into a cake.

It was strange to say that he had only known Aka for half a month. Before that, he had never lived such an exquisite and enjoyable life, but now his movements on the bed were so natural that he seemed to be born to be waited upon.

——Well, it's not surprising at all, enjoyment is such a little bit of corrosion of people's aggressiveness.

Jacintos forced himself to concentrate: "That's right. You haven't answered yet, how can you tell that my eyes are uncomfortable?"

A-Ka was as silent as if he didn't exist at all.

Yacintos raised his hand to grab it, and grabbed Aka's hand that was reflexively trying to withdraw: "If you don't tell me, I won't let go."

Aka: "..."

He struggled a few times and finally stopped.

"...When Cleo provoked you, you didn't use a bow and arrow." Aka's voice was a bit muffled, and he even omitted to address Cleo as "Your Highness", "He said, 'Only women and sissies use bows and arrows. ’, you should have countered him with a bow and arrow. In that case, it was easier to use a bow and arrow.”

With Hyacinthus' skill, he was able to hit Cleo's exposed part of the armor, and ended the duel beautifully, but Hyacinthus chose a more troublesome one, and he couldn't directly attack Cleo. The way of words.

"—Okay," Jacinto paused, but didn't let go, "Why do I think you're unhappy?"

Aka's expression was a bit hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to ask "I don't want to let go after a good answer", but in the end, he set his eyes on Yacinthos' crisscross scars: "Is it worth it?"

Hyacinthus knew that A-Ka didn't know what happened today, and perhaps he asked because of these shocking scars.

But maybe the cloak under him was too soft and the fragrance of the flowers was too fragrant, he couldn't help but said: "Of course. Even if the reason for fighting for it is no longer there, everything I have experienced and learned will definitely be in the future. Turned into a gift—hey, I have something to tell you."

Based on the lessons learned from his grandfather’s generation, Hyacinthus will repeatedly test their humanity before taking in every Helotus, to ensure that no one outside the city-or even inside the city-state will try to plant assassins or spies around him. .

He can trust everyone in the courtyard, the only difference is whether he is willing to share this private secret with them.

Hyacinthus gave a brief account of the day's events: "...It's probably like this. Anyway, I'm going to try to cry first."

He smacked his mouth dryly.

It sounds simple, but since he cried when he was a child because of the pain of tooth replacement, he has not shed a second tear.Even when receiving double training, he became delirious twice with fever.

He simply suspected that the tear-shaped golden light was the crystallization of his tears that had been condensed for more than ten years.

Hyacinthus pinned his hopes on Aka: "So, can you make me cry?"

The word "let" sounded too mild, Yacintos was worried that Aka would greatly underestimate the difficulty of this matter, and he had some reservations, so he specially changed his words and emphasized his tone: "So, can you make me cry? ?”

Aka: "..."