The moment Heimos was relieved when he saw that there were no scars on Garland's back, Garland suddenly turned around, put his elbows behind him, and raised his upper body to glare at Heimos.
Then, with a heavy kick, Heimos was kicked off him.
There was a loud bang, which immediately aroused the vigilance of the guards standing guard outside.
"His Royal Highness? Is something wrong? Your Highness—"
The guards shouted nervously from outside the gate of the tent.
Obviously, as long as Garlan's answer was a second late, they would rush in.
"fine!"
Although his eyes were still staring at Heimos like fire, Garlan had to start loudly responding to the guards' shouts to prevent them from actually rushing in.
"Just didn't notice the trip over here on the bed."
"Are you hurt? Do you need me to call a doctor?"
"No, it's nothing, no need to call someone, I'm ready to rest."
After finally appeasing the guards outside the door, Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.
Lying on the bed by himself, his clothes were still torn, and Heimos knew that he was kicked out of bed by looking at him.
If the guard outside the door rushes in and sees this scene, then he really can't tell with ten mouths.
Originally, when he suddenly saw Heimos, in addition to his astonishment, Gallan also had an indescribable joy pouring out 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, Garlan lifted his foot angrily and kicked Heimos heavily.
It's just that when Heimos stood up straight, the height was not low, and his legs were long. He sat on the bed and could only kick Heimos's legs.
Then the consequence is-
As soon as he saw Heimos' long legs, he suddenly remembered the fact that Kaijos said he was short. Not only did this kick not let him down, but it made him even more depressed.
Heimos is already a head and a half taller than him.
If it weren't for this difference in height and physique, he wouldn't have been suppressed by this guy just now, and he couldn't resist at all.
The boy was sulking here, and Heimos, who had stood up, looked at Garlan.
Because Garlan was half-recumbent and couldn't exert any strength, to a certain rough-skinned black knight, that kick was no different from being bitten by a cat that lost his temper.
Heimos looked at the boy who had kicked him and still looked angry, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.
Perhaps without even realizing it, he laughed again.
It had been a long time since he had laughed so relaxedly.
Ever since he had that dream and resolutely chose to return to the king's city, his heart has been gripped tightly by an invisible big hand, struggling in the viscous mud, as if he would be completely submerged in the pitch-black darkness in the next second. Deep in the mud, sinking and falling endlessly...
He kept telling himself it was just a dream.
Gallan asked Tarr to pass him a message that he also knew that Gallan was still alive.
But he just couldn't control the fear that was growing little by little in the depths of his body. Those negative emotions were like vines and thorns that were constantly burning and flooded, taking root in his heart and spreading wildly. It hurts to stab.
Maybe it was because the dream was too real, as if it really happened in reality.
It reminded him of a long time ago, when Garlan went to Tozes City, he dreamed that Garlan was caught in a sea of flames - and in reality there was such a scene - if he hadn't arrived in time, Garlan might have been real. will perish in the fire.
Every time he thinks of this, Heimos has a heart-pounding feeling.
Suddenly, the scene of the young man on the horse being pierced by a sharp arrow shot from behind suddenly appeared in his mind.
The golden hair soaked into the mud, blood flowed out from under the body, and the body gradually became cold...
It was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
Even in the dream, he seemed to be able to clearly feel that the young man's body gradually changed from warm to cold, and finally became a lifeless corpse in the dark night.
The heart twitched violently.
Heimos suddenly leaned down, didn't say anything, just hugged Garlan like that.
Garlan, who wanted to change clothes, was propping up his upper body with his elbows and trying to sit up. As a result, his upper body had just been propped up halfway, when a black shadow suddenly pressed down from above, and he was overwhelmed again at once. on the bed.
This time, face up.
Garlan was lying on the bed in astonishment, while Heimos pressed his entire body on top of him, hugging him tightly with both hands.
Reflecting that he was overwhelmed again, Garlan's anger rose up, and he reached out and tugged at Heimos' hair.
Because he was in a hurry, he really didn't hold back at all, grabbing the black hair in his hand and pulling it back fiercely.
A pull.
Two pull.
Hardly moved.
Garland didn't dare to do anything.
Although Heimos didn't move, he didn't cry out in pain, but he knew in his heart that the force with which he pulled Heimos' hair hurt even he himself, and if he continued, he would really be able to grab Heimos. A lot of hair.
And he also noticed that although Heimos was on top of him, he was motionless.
He hugged him very quietly, burying his face in the socket of his neck, without giving him the slightest pressure or uncomfortable toughness.
It seemed that Heimos' purpose was just to hold him so quietly.
The man's appearance now is like a big black wolf who has just returned from a cold winter and snowy night, covered with snowflakes and cold, trying hard to draw a little warmth from him.
With a little unease, as if eager to feel something.
Garlan suddenly remembered that when he was determined to give up the throne and left the palace, after he came back, Nega had been following him and clinging to him for a long time, leaning close to him at every turn and burying his head in him. Rubbing back and forth in his arms, it seems that only by doing so can he feel at ease.
Heimos now seems to be very similar to Nega at that time.
Garlan let go of Heimos's hair with some hesitation, and patted his head lightly.
"What's wrong?"
he asked quietly.
Heimos didn't answer, just gave a low hum.
His face was buried in Garlan's neck, and when he heard that, the hot breath from his nose swept across Garlan's neck.
Some itchy.
Garlan turned his head uncomfortably, trying to avoid the hot breath.
But his actions seemed to irritate Heimos, and his arms suddenly tightened to hold him tighter.
"Heimos?"
Garland couldn't help but shouted softly again.
This time, the person who held him and refused to let go finally spoke after being silent for a while.
"I had a dream... that you were dead..."
Heimos spoke in a low voice.
His voice was muffled because his face was buried in his neck.
"what?"
Garlan was stunned for a moment. He just wanted to say, it was just a dream, am I not doing well now
But for some reason, he suddenly remembered the dreams he had had in the past, dreams about previous lives.
Surprisingly, he asked, "How did I die in your dream?"
"During the rebellion in Judas City, you were shot to death by someone while you were leading people to suppress the rebellion."
Heimos replied.
After he finished speaking, he paused and said another sentence.
"But it's a little strange, you have short hair in the dream."
Garland felt his heart pounding violently.
"What about Brother Wang? Did you dream of him?"
Heimos did not answer immediately, he seemed to answer after thinking.
"He seems to have been poisoned by someone and died in front of that person, in a room."
Garland didn't speak for a while.
His mind was a little confused.
He thought that Heimos was dreaming of a previous life, just like the last time he was in Meneste City.
However, this dream seems to be a bit wrong.
He died at the hands of Heimos four times before, in the royal city, and never in the city of Judas by an arrow.
So, this should just be a random dream that Heimos had because he was worried about him.
However, Heimos had a dream about his brother being poisoned.
In order to avoid confusion, the fact that King Camos' uncle and members of the royal family poisoned King Camos was strictly kept secret, and only Kaihos and others knew about it.
Heimos should not know about this.
Also, the short hair that Heimos said.
He did have short hair in previous lifetimes.
So, what is this dream...
Garlan felt that his mind was terribly messed up at this moment.
Did he forget something
He tried very hard to recall, but he couldn't recall anything like being shot to death by an arrow in previous lives.
Then, after all, it was just a dream that Heimos imagined himself.
Or...his memory has gone wrong from the start
If his memory is really problematic, then—
"Gallan?"
Perhaps because he felt Garlan's heartbeat suddenly becoming faster, Heimos raised his head.
He watched the expressions on the faces of the people below him.
The young man's golden eyes seemed to be staring at him unconsciously, his pupils were a little slack, showing a bit of daze.
"…Are you afraid?"
Heimos keenly felt Garlan's chaotic mood at the moment.
Not answered.
He saw the boy's pink lips pursed slightly, with some force, and an uneasy breath was exposed from the pursed lips.
The slender eyelashes drooped down, and a light shadow fell on the thinned and increasingly slender cheeks.
The curvature of the eyelashes is extremely beautiful, with a slight movement, with the shadow on the cheek, it is like the wings of a butterfly fluttering, but because it is too beautiful, it gives people a feeling that is almost illusory and fragile.
Heimos leaned over.
The fine black hair fell down and fell on the blond strands.
He bowed his head.
Brown skin lightly pressed against his fair forehead.
The temperature of each other's skin is passed on to each other, the black hair entangled with gold threads, and the foreheads of different skin tones that lightly touch each other, obviously the contrast of extreme tones, but unexpectedly gives people an indescribable sense of harmony.
Garlan's drooping eyelashes lifted up, and the tips of the light eyelashes almost collided with Heimos' dark eyelashes.
He looked up into Heimos's eyes.
The two are too close.
The golden pupils seemed to be dyed with the red that the extremely close golden-red pupils reflected, and the edge of the golden iris was vaguely covered with a faint glow.
"Don't be afraid."
Garlan heard Heimos' voice.
Soft, low, like the wind blowing across the field, it almost whispered into his ears.
"… I am here."
Maybe it was because of the soft whisper.
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 Heimos. His eyes were big, and he looked very well-behaved.
Heimos's eyes were slightly curved, and there was a little smile in his eyes.
"Go to sleep," he said softly.
His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear him.
"I am here."
Garland closed his eyes obediently.
Heimos lay sideways on the bed, hugging the teenager in his arms and coaxing him gently.
He kept talking in Gallan's ear, softly and tirelessly, telling the events after he went to the Northland one by one, like telling a story.
He thought, before today, he never thought he could talk so much.
Chattering, talking non-stop.
But at this time, his mood was unprecedentedly calm, and the anxiety of the previous paragraph seemed to have never existed.
Garlan was in his arms, eyes closed, and seemed to have fallen asleep amid his constant whispers.
The nostrils moved slightly, making an even breathing sound.
The long blond hair was scattered on his arm, and he saw the rough lapis lazuli earring on the boy's white earlobe.
Heimos' eyes softened a bit, he lowered his head and kissed the sleeping boy's forehead.
The skin his lips touched had human body temperature.
very warm.
He squinted to think.
Compared with the body in the dream that became a little bit colder, the boy's body in his arms at the moment is so soft and warm.
The warmth seeped into his body through the clothes, which made him especially satisfied.
The golden red eyes reflected Garlan's sleeping face, with an indescribable tenderness and affection in his eyes.
Heimos buried his face in his thick blond hair and closed his eyes.
What he was holding in his arms at the moment was everything.
…
…
The night passed.
A good night's sleep.
The slight noise around him woke Garlan from his slumber. He didn't open his eyes immediately, but his body was languid and tired.
Different from the feeling of being forced to sleep all day after being drugged by his own knight not long ago, this night, he slept very deeply and peacefully.
It's like knowing that someone around him is guarding him so that he won't be disturbed in any way.
The body has been wrapped in some kind of warm feeling.
After waking up, there is a sense of fulfillment.
After a while, Garlan opened his eyes slightly.
He saw the figure standing in front of the bed. His tall body was like a tall and straight pine tree, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and slender limbs.
The body was extremely toned, perhaps not majestic or developed, but the terrifying explosive power of a beast was hidden in those tight muscles.
Especially a pair of long legs, which raised the figure even more.
That really made a little pantothenic acid in the heart of the boy who had to drink milk every day because of his own knight's frequent blows with his height in recent days.
Heimos, who was bowing his head and tying the iron bracers on his wrists, keenly sensed the sight around him, turned his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at Garlan.
When his eyes met, his eyes bent slightly, revealing a little smile.
Garlan was still lying sideways on the bed, languid and too lazy to move.
He stretched out a right hand from the warm blanket and beckoned.
That action looked like it was calling Nega.
Heimos looked at Garlan's actions, not angry at all, but even more smiling in his eyes.
Following Garlan's gesture of beckoning, he put one hand on the edge of the bed and bent over.
But even if he leaned over, he was still taller.
"It's too high, squat down."
Heimos seemed very patient with Garlan's repeated requests to push his nose on his face.
Without saying a word, he squatted on the edge of the bed with his knees bent.
It looked like a docile, obedient and harmless wolf dog.
He squatted in front of Garlan, the corners of his thin lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of connivance as he stared at the young man.
He looked at Heimos with golden eyes, and then, Garlan stretched out his right hand, licked the black hair on the big black wolf's head, and patted his head again.
"Be careful, don't get hurt."
After finishing brushing, the right hand that was about to retract was caught by the opponent halfway through.
Heimos held that hand, clasping all his fingers in the palm of his hand.
He bowed his head, jet-black hair falling on his fair wrists.
The cool lips kissed the warm hand of the boy that was clenched tightly by him.
"do not forget."
He said softly, "I'm here."
The words in his deep voice sounded like an oath.
"… always there."
…
…
do not be afraid.
I am here.
I will always be there.
Not even the gods of Aaron Landis can let me leave you.