A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

His head was aching, the wind was whistling in his ears, and behind him was the sky.

He stretched out his hand but couldn't catch anything, and could only fall helplessly from a high altitude.

……

Garlan took a deep breath, dispelling the vague emotions that entangled him from his body.

Why did he run away?

he thinks.

Why should he be afraid of Heymos?

Garlan raised his head and looked at Heymos who was standing opposite him.

The man lowered his eyes and didn't look at him again. In the dark night, the thin eyelashes cast deep shadows on the man's brown cheeks.

Heymos stood where he was, without moving.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Obviously just a second ago, he looked like a ferocious wolf approaching its prey with its sharp teeth, but at this moment, the sharp teeth suddenly faded away, standing alone in the shadows, and fell silent.

The night wind blew suddenly, and the coolness made Garlan wake up. The cyan hair rope that bound the strands of blond hair at the back of his head suddenly fell apart and was blown away by the wind, leaving a cyan trace in the air. disappeared.

The long hair draped over his shoulders flew up in the wind like a cluster of golden clouds.

The startled and angry boy stood on the suspended platform in the wind, and suddenly calmed down.

It's not the same anymore.

Now, it's completely different from before.

Now he doesn't need to be afraid of anyone.

Garlan no longer looked at Heymos, but left the suspended platform and walked straight forward.

As he walked, he tore off the pure gold braided bracelet on his wrist, then raised his hands back, and tied up the blonde hair scattered on his shoulders casually.

"It's my fault, Heymos, for making you misunderstand."

The blond hair that he had randomly tied was slightly messy and loose, and a few strands of blond hair slid down his right shoulder and fell on his chest.

Garlan raised his hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He said, "Because that person tried to use the throne to provoke you and me, and wanted us to fight, in order to make him give up, and because the customs of Tasda are different from other regions, so I told that lie to make him give up."

Heymos clenched the hand hanging by his side.

The fingernails pierced into the palm, and it hurt slightly.

Only pain can calm him down and keep him from doing those dangerous things.

He stood quietly, patiently, without saying a word.

Garlan turned his head and looked at Heymos with bright golden eyes.

After calming down, after waking up from the nightmare just now, Garlan quickly understood what he should do now.

Although he didn't know why Heymos did such a thing suddenly, he had to tell his feelings frankly—in order to avoid further misunderstandings.

"Heymos, we grew up together, you are right, I really like you."

The boy looked at Heymos calmly.

However, his words did not make Heymos show the slightest happy look, but frowned slightly, and took a step forward.

However, as soon as Heymos took a step forward, Garlan raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on Heymos' chest.

He didn't use any force, but with just such a movement and a look up at Heymos, he easily stopped all the actions of that powerful man.

Heymos glanced at Garlan, perhaps because Garlan was standing under the slanting starlight, while he happened to be standing in the shadow of the attic.

His face and eyes seemed to have suddenly dimmed a bit.

Because the lips were pressed too tightly, they were as thin as a line, and the bitten scar was still oozing blood, and at first glance it seemed inexplicably painful.

Garlan's heart was suddenly touched.

For the first time in so many years, he saw such a look on Heymos's face... Obviously nothing seemed to be able to move this powerful man, but now...

Is Heymos serious?

Did he just say too much in a fit of anger?

He couldn't help but think about it, but quickly suppressed it.

If Heymos is serious, then he must stop his thoughts immediately.

Because it was impossible for him to give Heymos any response.

"But I like you, just like Keyhos."

He says,

"As for the kind of people who like... romance, I like girls, cute girls like lilies."

"So, Heymos, I like you, just as I like Kyhos... Do you understand?"

Heymos, who pursed his lips tightly, was silent for a while, and then suddenly spoke.

"You obviously like that guy more, and you trust him more. Tell him everything, and don't tell me."

He said, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

That tone seemed to have been held back for a long time, and now he finally couldn't help but speak out.

He was very unhappy about the Tasda mission.

Garlan would rather send a message to Kaihos who has not yet returned to the king's city, and call him to help, than let him know, and deliberately hide it from him.

He didn't show it on the surface, but he had been brooding about it for a long time.

Garlan was still carefully considering the language to explain to Heymos, but now that he was said this way, Heymos immediately laughed angrily at what Heymos said.

In vain, he thought he was exaggerating just now, but this guy actually focused on getting jealous of Kayhos here.

"Kayhos is known as the knight of the scorching sun, one in a million, why don't I use such a strong subordinate?"

Heimers, who had been refuted, paused for a moment, then spoke again suddenly.

"I also have the title of Black Knight."

I am no worse than him.

The above subtext is almost ready to come out.

Gallan: "..."

You got into a fight with Keyhors, didn't you?

He couldn't help but cry, the anger just now was wiped out by Heymos's rogue-like behavior.

He said angrily: "You 'black knight' is not my knight, but Kehos is my guardian knight. Even my life is mine, just like my hands and feet. I trust my hands and feet more. wrong?"

Hmm, no, the topic seems to have been diverted.

Garlan felt something was wrong and quickly changed the topic back.

"Let's not talk about this first, I just want to make it clear to you."

"I never considered a future with fellow men, nor did I intend to move toward that future."

"Of course, I don't think it's strange that you like the same sex. It's your freedom. After all... eh?"

and many more.

Give me a moment.

Halfway through the talk, Garlan suddenly felt something strange.

He tried his best to turn his mind, and finally remembered what was wrong.

[Even if I die, it is impossible for me to like men. 】

"Uh, that, Heymos."

The corners of Garlan's eyes twitched, and he looked up at Heymos.

"I remember you said that at that time, you said that you didn't like men, and you wouldn't like them even if you died."

His hand was still on Heymos's chest, but it turned into a poke at this moment.

He tapped the chest with his fingertips.

"What's going on now?"

Heymos turned his eyes away and looked at the other side, as if unwilling to meet Garlan's gaze.

The thin lips were still tightly pressed, so tight that the lip line became sharper, and his expression also looked very depressed, so depressed that he didn't want to speak.

Now he has the feeling of being slapped hard by his original self.

Garlan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"You swore the oath in the name of Shamash."

Heymos's tightly pursed lips finally moved.

He muttered under his breath, "I don't believe in Shamash."

The tone of the black knight's speech at this moment is almost like a child who got into trouble and wanted to cover up.

Gallan: "..."

Ah, I really want to punch him.

But he couldn't beat him.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden pain in his mouth, and Garlan subconsciously raised his hand to touch his own lips.

Just a light touch with the fingertips, and there was a tingle.

what happened?

He just bit Heymos's lower lip just now, so it's impossible to bite himself?

Garlan touched his slightly tingling lips, and suddenly felt a burning gaze.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Heymos, who had just looked away from him, was staring at him with burning eyes.

The eyes were fixed on his lips, and the eyes were almost burning.

That gaze was too hot, as if he was licking his lips roughly with invisible gaze.

The man's straightforward and aggressive gaze made Garlan's face suddenly burn.

He quickly raised his hand and wiped his mouth vigorously with the back of his hand.

Just as soon as I wiped it, there was another sting.

"do not move."

Heymos stared at Garlan and said, "It's swollen, if you rub it too hard, it will hurt you."

As he spoke, he reached out to hold Garlan's hand.

However, just as he stretched out his hand, it was snapped open by Garlan.

Garlan shook his hand away and looked at him angrily.

"Who do you think you owe it to for hurting?"

The tingling sensation on his mouth made Garlan's mood worse.

Thinking about whether the slightly red and swollen lips would disappear before returning to the banquet, he couldn't help becoming a little angry again.

He raised his foot forward, passed Heymos directly, and walked quickly to the stone table.

He didn't sit on the stone bench either. Instead, he put his hands on the table, leaped lightly, and sat directly on the stone table.

One foot dangling in the air, one foot stepped on the edge of the stone table, arms resting on bent knees.

He ignored Heymos no longer, and looked sideways at the starry land under the high platform.

Garlan tilted his head, without looking at Heymos, and spoke directly.

"I've said everything I need to say, you go back first, I'm still here to blow some air."

At least wait for the traces on the lips to disappear before going back.

The young man thought so depressingly.

However, Heymos did not move.

He stood there quietly, looking at Garlan.

"Are you angry?" he asked.

Garlan ignored him.

My mouth still hurts.

When he thought about whether the first kiss he had accumulated in his life was with a man or was forced, he felt aggrieved.

Heymos asked again, "What can I do to keep you from being mad at me?"

A few strands of golden hair scattered on the young man's white neck, and fell down the slender collarbone along the neck socket.

The boy turned his head.

He sat on the blue stone table with one leg bent, with his arms folded on his knees.

Tilting his head slightly, he looked at Heymos, his golden eyes slightly bent, like crescent moons in the sky.

"Kneel down and beg me~"

He looked at Heymos, the expression in his slightly curved eyes was half angry and half joking, with a bit of cunning, like a kitten losing its temper.

Obviously saying something that makes people angry, but it's born to make people think it's too cute.

Heymos raised his eyes.

There was no expression on his face, he just lifted his feet and walked forward.

After Garlan said that, he looked away.

"Okay, just kidding."

he said, gesturing casually to Heymos to move on.

"We've been out for so long, you should hurry back..."

The words he was speaking suddenly got stuck in half.

The boy's eyes widened suddenly.

He opened his eyes, opened his mouth, his eyes were dull, and he looked at the person in front of him in a daze.

Heymos, who walked in front of him, bent down and landed on one knee.

He knelt at the boy's feet.

Then, he raised his head, and the fine starlight that slanted in fell on that handsome side cheek.

The usually sharp eyes were slightly bent, making them look softer against the starlight.

"Then, are you willing to accept the life and soul offered to you by the knight in front of you who wants to serve you devoutly?"

He said.

The voice was obviously low, but the lingering sound of the last word suddenly evoked an arc.

Inexplicably seductive to the extreme.

"……My master?"

……

No.

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