Garland stood there, only to feel a headache.
His eyes swept around the court hall, only to see the bowed heads of the people, and they showed their obedience to the decision of King Camos by this action.
Although not everyone is happy to surrender, and some people are dissatisfied with it, but at this moment, under the great authority of King Camos, no one dares to speak out against it.
The boy subconsciously turned his eyes to his guardian knight for help.
As the guardian knight of Prince Garlan, Kaihos, who could not express his opinion on this occasion, saw the gaze of his own prince, but he misinterpreted the meaning of the gaze, thinking that Garlan was only affected by this sudden incident It was a bit of a surprise, so, naturally, as a guardian knight, he gave his little prince an encouraging smile without hesitation.
Garland: "..."
For the first time, the handsome face of his guardian knight smiled, which made him feel very unsightly.
And just when he stared at Kaihos' handsome face and felt unhappy, suddenly a strong force came from his hand.
Unpredictable, Garlan was dragged abruptly forward, and in just two steps, he stepped on the short snow-white stone steps to the high platform.
Grabbing his hand again, King Camos, who dragged him to the high platform, smiled at him, patted his head dotingly, then turned and sat down on the huge malachite throne.
The tall and sturdy Lion King sat on the throne with a sternness, with one hand resting on the wide seat armrest, and his slender fingers held the polished smooth emerald green hemispherical top.
Lapis lazuli inlaid with a golden ring refracted the bright sunlight, covering the brown fingers with thick calluses.
The crimson cloak fell from his back and fell to the ground from the cold malachite.
The large throne was obviously more than twice as wide as his body, but Kamos was sitting there with the aura as if he had filled the throne completely without leaving any gaps.
Sitting there, he gave people an invisible sense of oppression and majesty.
He just sat there and changed the atmosphere of this huge court.
No one dared to look up.
…
In the court, the familiar answer has already sounded. Because of King Camos' expedition, political affairs have been piled up too much for too long, and one after another urgent government affairs have been reported to King Camos.
Garlan stood quietly beside the throne.
Where he stood, he could see everyone below.
Everyone below, no matter who it was, bowed their heads deeply in his direction.
One person is below ten thousand people, as if at this moment.
That is the moment that can make most people in this world sink.
The so-called reason was as fragile as glass before this scene.
The glory of power, the pleasure of looking down on all beings, is so maddening.
The young man's fine eyelashes drooped down, covering his golden eyes, the wind blowing from outside the hall swept over his fluffy forehead hair, and the fine hair swept over the corners of his eyes, casting a shallow shadow on his eye sockets.
No one could steal the look in his eyes at the moment.
He just stood quietly in the position that everyone envied, with a calm expression.
…
…
It was already in the afternoon, although we had already learned the news that King Camos had returned to the palace ahead of schedule, but since King Camos had not given an order, the team of royal knights in charge of guarding Heimos was still here. in the palace.
The blue-haired priest was in the courtyard, talking with a servant.
After the conversation was over, the attendant left, and he returned to the room with a gloomy face.
"His Royal Highness, I reminded you long ago, don't trust Prince Garland."
he said unhappily.
"What's wrong?"
Heimos, who was sitting quietly by the bed and flipping through the scrolls, raised his head and looked at Suojia.
"Didn't Garlan help me clear my name?"
Looking at Suo Jia's not-so-good face, he raised his eyebrows.
"Something went wrong?"
It stands to reason that King Camos has returned to the palace, and those guys who have been jumping around should have been honest.
When Heimos asked, Suojia's face became more and more gloomy.
"King Camos just announced in public on the Plaza of the Gods that he wants to make Prince Gallan the crown prince."
After a pause, he continued with a frown.
"Also, he has made Prince Garlan stand next to the throne of the court."
The finger that was turning over a parchment page paused, and Heimos seemed to be absent for a moment.
"His Royal Highness, despite being punished, you helped Prince Garlan, but he was behind his back and asked King Camos to make him the crown prince."
The priest of the god of the night, who has always been conspiracy theories, thinks it is wrong the more he thinks about it.
"He deliberately made such a big battle, I am afraid not only to help you clear your name, but to openly show his wisdom and justice to everyone through this method, and thus gain everyone's approval."
"It even used this to allow King Camos to establish his status in public."
If Prince Gallan really did this on purpose, secretly designed it, and made the best use of the situation, so as to achieve his goal of being established as a crown prince, then this young prince is not unreasonable.
For a time, Suojia has made up countless conspiracies.
In fact, he should have thought of it long ago.
What kind of person His Royal Highness Heimos is, he knows nothing better.
Although it is not obvious on the face, he is definitely a person who is completely self-centered, puts himself first in everything, and is cold-hearted.
However, Prince Garlan could make such a highness prefer to be punished to protect him.
Just this, he should have thought that the prince is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Everyone, His Royal Highness Heimos, including him, was deceived by the harmless appearance of the little prince.
Suojia made such a conclusion in his heart.
"...Prince Prince."
After a long silence, Heimos spit out these words slowly.
The tone was calm, without ups and downs, and I couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment.
He put down the scroll in his hand and turned to look.
Through the open window, he looked at the boundless blue sky, and the scorching sun that hung high above the sky and flooded the earth with sunlight.
Bright light illuminated his brown face and fell deep into his pupils.
A little breeze brushed his dark hair.
No one knew what Heimos, who was looking at the scorching sun in the sky, was thinking at the moment, and even Suojia, who was beside him, couldn't guess.
There was a sudden movement at the gate of the palace, and the golden-red eyes looking at the scorching sun fell on the young man who happened to walk into the gate of the courtyard at this moment.
The pupils reflecting the boy's figure moved slightly, revealing an indescribable emotion.
Heimos didn't move, didn't speak, just continued to look like that.
Garlan, who walked into the courtyard, went straight to the knight commander of the royal family who led the team to guard the palace, holding a azure cloth in his hand. He said a few words to the knight commander, and then handed over the Wang Ling that King Camos had just written in his hand.
The knight commander looked at it carefully, and after confirming that it was indeed Wang Ling, he bowed and saluted Garlan.
Then, he quickly left the palace with the team of royal knights.
Watching the royal knights leave, Garlan felt that a gaze stayed on him for a long time. As soon as he turned his head, his eyes met those golden red eyes.
The distance between the two of them was too far away, and he couldn't see the look in Heimos's eyes, but he could vaguely feel the depth in those eyes.
Also, a certain unspeakable sharpness.
The sharpness that made his heart beat suddenly.
Heimos knew about the crown prince.
He instinctively felt so.
Garlan took a deep breath and let his guards and attendants stay outside and walked into the house by himself.
As soon as he entered the door, he faced the blue-haired priest standing at the door.
That's... A priest of Nanna, the night god.
Garlan thought to himself, his eyes swept across the face of the priest who bowed to him.
This sight made his chest tighten.
This person is-
This familiar face was the face he had faced in successive lifetimes.
The priest of Nanna, Soga, the confidant of Heimos, makes good use of all kinds of intrigues.
In previous lives, every time he was killed, this man had followed behind Heimos.
... Sure enough, in this life, he was still under the command of Heimos.
He was still looking at him with that kind of unkind gaze, just like in previous lives.
Garlan slowly exhaled, calming down his beating heart, looking away from Suojia's face and falling on Heimos.
He vaguely felt that from the time he entered the gate until now, those golden red eyes were fixed on him.
Deep, as if to swallow him whole.
Walking to Heimos, Garlan leaned over and directly held Heimos's hand.
"Change of medicine?"
He looked at the brand new snow-white bandage and asked.
Heimos did not answer his question, but folded his fingers and clenched Garlan's hand that was holding his own.
He held it tightly, as if he didn't want to let it go from his hand.
However, after only a moment of force, he immediately released it, as if he was afraid of hurting Gallan.
Garlan froze for a moment, but thought that Heimos felt the pain in his hand and let go.
He subconsciously asked, "Does your hand hurt?"
At this time, a voice came from behind.
"With such a serious injury, it's impossible not to hurt."
Suojia, who was standing on the side, opened his mouth, watching his Highness hold the hand of Garlan, who was supposed to be the enemy, and he was quite disturbed.
"Although you have suffered such a serious injury, it is worth it to be able to protect you, Prince Gallan."
"Otherwise, even if it's not about His Highness Heimos, if something happens to you, King Camos will blame His Highness for it."
There was something in his words.
Alluding to King Kamos' partiality to Prince Gallan.
"It's all your credit that you can get rid of His Highness." He seemed to say casually: "Ah, by the way, I heard that you are going to be made a prince, congratulations."
On the surface, there seems to be nothing wrong with that, but he secretly pointed out that just after the front foot Heimos saved Garlan, the back foot used Heimos's guilt to become the crown prince.
Garland sighed inwardly.
I'm afraid it's not just Suojia, many people will think that he used this to make himself the crown prince.
Although I really didn't do anything.
The pit dug for him by Brother Camos was so deep that he couldn't climb out.
…
Does Heimos think so too
"Suojia, back off."
Heimos, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up.
"… "
Suojia shut up, bowed slightly, turned and stepped back.
Although his face was expressionless, he was very angry in his heart.
I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Prince Gallan poured into His Highness, and even now, He has asked His Highness to protect him.
He left the room and closed the door.
However, when the door was closed, he couldn't hold back, and looked back at the crack of the door that was about to close.
That look made his heart beat violently—
…
"Heimos..."
After Suojia was repelled, Garlan just opened his mouth to say a word, and the sitting Heimos suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed his face and yanked it down.
Unprepared, he was dragged and bent over.
Before he could react, those soft lips with a little coolness had already kissed him.
The moist tip of his tongue even licked the corner of his lips.
He straightened up suddenly.
"you-"
Just as he uttered a word, Garlan suddenly remembered something and looked back in panic. Fortunately, the priest seemed to have left, and even the door was closed, so no one should have seen it.
After he was relieved, he raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, which still seemed to have wet traces.
Heimos raised his lips and smiled at him: "This is a thank you."
He added: "Thank you for clearing me."
Garland: "..."
Is there such a thing as a compelled gift of thanks
Although he was very unhappy at being forced to accept the 'thank you', he had to say that the uneasiness he had felt when he came to see Heimos was made by Heimos, and it suddenly became dumbfounding.
Garlan looked up at Heimos.
Heimos also looked at him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a smile, and his eyes were soft.
"Aren't you angry?"
"what?"
"It's obvious that you did this to help me. Tozes City was actually rescued by you. However, the trouble is all on you. Instead, it was you who helped me get..."
Garland paused for a while and said, "Brother Wang said, he wants to make me the crown prince."
"… "
Heimos did not answer immediately.
Garland asked again.
"Aren't you angry?"
"...you feel sorry for me?"
"Uh… "
"If I say I do get angry, aren't you going to do something to calm me down?"
"Ah?" Garlan said blankly, "What to do?"
Heimos raised his hand, and his fingers wrapped in snow-white bandages tapped his lips.
"Kiss me and I'll write it off."
He said, looking at Garlan with slightly curved eyes.
"Don't even think about it!"
"Then I can only continue to be angry."
"… "
The room was quiet for a while, as if angry Garlan pursed his lips and stayed silent.
Heimos looked at Garlan and chuckled.
He really didn't expect Garland to do something about kissing him actively. Those words were just to tease Garland. After all, Garland's small appearance that he was so angry that he didn't say anything was really cute.
However, the silent boy suddenly spoke again.
"Heimos, you said that no matter what happened, you would not lie to me."
"Yes, I said it."
"Then, I ask you, and you answer me."
"it is good."
Garlan stood in front of Heimos, looking down at Heimos who was sitting.
"Heimos."
He asked, "Do you want to be king?"
There was a long silence.
At this moment, the room seemed to stop for a moment.
Heimos looked up at the boy standing in front of him.
The sun shone from behind Garlan, and his face was backlit.
[Do you want to be a king?]
Heimos said, "Yes."
He said yes.
Because he said he wouldn't lie to him.
He wants to take the throne.
He wants to be king.
"… yes… "
He heard Garlan say this in a low voice, barely audible.
He looked up at Garlan, but in the backlight, he couldn't see Garlan's face.
The next second, Garlan, who was standing in front of him, suddenly leaned down.
The long blond hair rustled down the boy's shoulders and slid over his brown arms with a cool soft touch.
Garlan bowed his head, soft lips gently falling on his face.
He kissed his cheek.
Huymos opened his eyes suddenly.
There was a rare look of astonishment on his face.
He looked at Garland in astonishment.
Garlan, who had straightened up again, was also looking down at him. The wind blew in from the window, causing the young man's long golden hair to brush his side cheeks, flying like waves in the air.
Garland suddenly smiled at him.
Bright smile, smile like light.
…
…
At this moment, Suojia, who accidentally saw the scene of His Royal Highness kissing Prince Garland in the last glance, stood dumbfounded in the courtyard, completely stunned.
I must be dreaming.
nightmare!
Great night god Nanna, please wake your servants from their nightmares—