Aaron Landis' younger brother was taken as a hostage by Heimos to another place.
Garland didn't bother to struggle so hard. Anyway, that group of people was not likely to be Heimos's opponent. He originally planned to see Heimos being scolded by everyone, and he did not expect that group of people to be true. What can you do to Heimos.
However, Heimos actually made fun of him, which was really beyond Garland's expectations.
The future Heimos was gloomy all day long, and the word joke had nothing to do with this man.
And now Heimos... To be honest, when I first met Heimos when he was a teenager, this young man seemed to be quite independent and proud, and it seemed that he rarely interacted with people, let alone joked with others. .
That kind of thing doesn't exist.
Garland scratched his head.
Feeling... Heimos seems to be... kinda, childish
I don't know if this change is good or bad.
But whether this change is good or bad, the question now is—
"Who do you call the princess?"
Garland flung away angrily and was Heimos.
Since walking all the way just now, the young man has been holding his hand tightly and will not let go, as if he is afraid that he will run away.
Heimos turned back and looked at the child whose cheeks were puffed up because he was losing his temper.
The child's face was still covered with baby fat, but when it swelled up like this, it was even more round, and it was wrapped by the soft blonde hair, which made people want to poke at it.
The boy thought about how likely he would be of being hated by Garland if he stretched out his hand and squeezed Garland's face a few times.
After thinking about it, he resisted the urge to pinch the child's soft cheeks, and just rubbed the fluffy blond hair.
He said, "Not like it?"
The boy raised his eyebrows and said, "The little princess is always taken away by the devil, isn't she?"
If it was before, Heimos himself thought that what he said was very ridiculous.
But now, seeing the angry look of the child in front of him, he couldn't help but want to tease the child again.
Moreover, little Garland is much cuter than the so-called little princesses in fairy tales.
he thought.
If he was the Demon King, he would also grab this one in front of him.
The corners of Garland's mouth twitched. He looked at Heimos raising his eyebrows and looking down at him. He knew in his heart that the more he lost his temper, the more Heimos would be satisfied. annoy him.
I am not angry.
not angry.
The real me is older than Heimos, what's mad at a child
After reminding himself several times in his heart, Garlan's anger slowly calmed down.
He looked up and smiled at Heimos.
"So, you are the Demon King?"
The child seemed to be smiling innocently.
He said: "A knight will come to rescue the princess, take the princess away, and then the demon king will be killed by the knight~~"
Heimos frowned.
It was obviously just childish words from a child, but for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable listening to it.
However, what made him uncomfortable was not the last sentence 'The Demon King was killed', but the middle sentence.
As long as he thought that someone would take the kid who was smiling at him away from him, he felt very uncomfortable.
After deliberately saying that sentence, Garlan saw Heimos frowning.
Immediately, he felt relieved.
Anyway, as long as Heimos was unhappy, he was happy.
He was thinking so in a comfortable mood, Heimos seemed to want to understand something, his frowning brows stretched out, showing an indifferent expression, he raised his hand and patted his head.
"As long as the Demon King kills all the knights."
The black-haired boy said in a light tone.
The corner of Garland's mouth twitched again.
"Don't tamper with the ending, everyone knows that the devil is destined to be killed by the knight."
"Falsification? That's not called tampering."
Heimos smiled.
"There is no destiny, and there is no predetermined destiny." He said, raising a hand and holding it in the void, as if grabbing something forcefully, "Our lives are ours to decide."
"… "
This time, Garland didn't speak.
He looked at Heimos silently, the young boy who was still very young clenched his fists, and his golden red eyes revealed undisguised contempt for the so-called fate.
A person who is powerful enough to defy the sky and change his life...
It was this person who, in the future, stomped the so-called doomed fate under his feet!
…
…
The sun is shining brightly, and the breeze is gentle, sweeping the earth with the sweet smell of the morning.
Early in the morning, a group of people were practicing martial arts. One of the young men with short flaxen hair was standing there, holding a bow in both hands, pulling it apart, pulling the bow to the limit.
After being calm for a while, he let go abruptly.
With a bang, the arrow from the string pierced the abdomen of the target puppet on the opposite side.
The other teenagers around gave a wow, and the bow and arrow instructor next to him also showed a satisfied look and nodded.
This is the best result so far in this test. This young man with short flaxen hair has always been a leader in the archery course, and has made great progress.
After the instructor nodded in satisfaction, he turned his attention to the next one.
Then, his eyes twitched slightly.
The next one to take the exam is Prince Garlan.
When the blond little prince stepped forward with a bow and arrow, the surroundings fell silent, and everyone looked at each other, knowing that.
Sure enough, when Prince Garlan finished shooting the ten arrows, everyone fell silent when they looked at the two arrows on the doll's target—and the two arrows at the doll's knees.
The middle-aged uncle who is a bow and arrow instructor rubbed his temples, only to feel a headache.
It's been almost a month, and Prince Garlan's archery has not improved at all.
Under the silent gaze of everyone, Garlan came down in a daze.
... This time he really didn't mean to get such a bad grade, but, he was really bad at archery. He really didn't understand that a target so far away, the so-called vital parts were just a little bit from a distance, pitifully small - he wondered, why some people shoot accurately
Garland was wondering here that one of the few shots that was accurate had already gone up.
It is a little different from others. Heimos is holding a longbow, which is generally used by adults, because it takes a lot of strength to pull the bow, and the teenagers who are still underage cannot fully pull it. bow.
Heimos stood there, the muscles on his brown shoulders and arms almost visibly tensed and slightly bulging.
The longbow in his hand was firmly pulled into the shape of a full moon, and the bowstring was obviously stretched to its limit.
His fingers that were tightened to the point of whiteness loosened—
With a buzzing sound, the arrow that shot seemed to break through the air, galloping away like lightning, and instantly penetrated the doll's head.
Without resting his breath, he shot arrow after arrow.
The next few arrows are also the key points where the arrows hit the throat and heart of the puppet target, and they are exactly the same.
There was silence on the training ground for a while.
Some teenagers who admire the strong can't help but want to applaud when they see the hunter, but they are worried that the applause will make Prince Garland uncomfortable, so they can only hold back abruptly, but they can't help but cast their eager eyes on him. Heimos.
Some people's faces became more and more ugly. They felt that Prince Gallan accidentally missed his hand and his grades were not good, but Prince Heimos performed so well. This contrast-isn't this deliberately hitting Prince Gallan in the face
Yes, Prince Heimos must have done it on purpose.
At least that's what the little fat Tal, who glared at Heimos, felt in his heart.
He thought that Prince Heimos must be jealous of His Highness Gallan's favor, so he deliberately tried to embarrass His Highness again and again.
He leaned over to Garlan and patted his chest.
"Wait, Your Highness, I will definitely help you find your place back!"
Garlan glanced at him, opened his mouth, and said nothing.
So the little fat man set off proudly.
…
Ten minutes later, he came back in despair.
His grades were even worse than Garland's. Garland shot two or three hits anyway, and he missed all ten arrows.
Just knew it would be like this.
Garlan, who had no hope for the little fat man, thought so.
This time the temporary test is over, and everyone has dispersed in twos and threes. Two or three teenagers hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Heimos and talked to him in a low voice.
For those who took the initiative to speak to him, Heimos, who had been isolated for a long time, neither showed a happy expression, nor did he reject others thousands of miles away, and talked with the teenagers calmly.
The little fat man stared angrily at the teenagers who took the initiative to chat with Heimos, and wrote down the names of those teenagers in his notebook.
To him, the actions of those few people at this moment are a betrayal of His Highness Gallan, and they are absolutely unforgivable!
Tarr was so angry here, but Gallan didn't pay attention to it at all. He walked straight to the bow and arrow test field and picked up the bow and arrow again.
To be honest, in terms of academic knowledge, it was enough for him to deceive and deliberately get a lower grade, but in terms of personal martial arts, he actually wanted to study it seriously.
After all, he will leave this palace in the future. He wants to travel the whole continent. If he is not good at martial arts, wouldn't it be very dangerous
Moreover, among all the martial arts, what he likes most is archery.
You must know that in his original world, there is a saying that archers are persecuted since ancient times.
Of course he has to study hard what he can do!
only…
He opened his bow and shot an arrow again, and looking at the arrow that brushed past the puppet target, Garlan was very depressed.
In fact, his archery skills were also very poor in previous lives.
… Could it be that he really has no talent for archery
Are you destined to fail in this lifetime
The child was holding a bow and arrow and was depressed here, when suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and held it in his hand.
"Hold tight, stand firm."
A familiar voice came from behind, and Garlan knew who it was without looking back.
"Stand up straight, tighten your shoulders, don't use your fingers, and use your shoulders and arms."
"Don't stare at the target, stare at the place a little above the target."
Heimos stood behind him and said, putting his brown fingers on Garlan's hands, helping Garlan adjust the delicate bow-holding posture of his fingers.
"Right now, let go-"
With a humming sound, the sharp arrow galloped away, slamming into the chest of the opposite puppet target.
It's not critical yet, but it's very close.
"bingo!"
"Um."
Seeing the happy smile of the child in his arms, as if infected, Heimos also smiled.
"Come on, go on," he said. "I'll show you a few more workouts. Just remember this feeling and you'll be able to shoot yourself."
He was about to hold Garlan's hand again and take him to shoot a few more times, when suddenly, a commotion came from behind.
"king!"
"King Camos!"
"what-"
The teenagers who had not had time to leave leaned over in panic, knelt down, and saluted King Camos who suddenly came to the training ground.
As soon as Heimos and Gallan turned their heads, they saw that King Aaron Landis, with brown hair like a lion, was striding forward, with Shemuer and the others following behind.
Something flashed in the boy's eyes, and then he bowed his head and saluted, his thick black forehead blocking his eyes.
"Ah, Brother Wang?"
The people present knelt down on the ground, bowed their heads, only the blond child stood there, still holding the bow and arrow in his hands, raised his head, and called out "Brother Wang."
At a glance, you can tell that this little brother is doing this because he is used to it. It is conceivable how much King Camos indulges him.
King Camos was very happy to come to see his little brother practice archery, and by the way, teach him personally.
But as soon as he arrived at the training ground, from a distance, King Camos was unhappy.
The kid he had never liked very much came up to his little brother and was teaching Garlan how to shoot arrows.
That doesn't work.
Camos thought with dissatisfaction.
In the future, it is his right to teach his younger brother to practice swordsmanship, riding, and archery... Well, no, it's his responsibility.
How can someone else be allowed to take this power... no, responsibility
"Come on, Brother Wang will teach you."
Camos ignored Heimos, who was standing beside him, and patted his little brother's head with a smile.
"Brother Wang is very good at archery." He stood enthusiastically behind Garland, leaned over, and reached out to hold Garland's hand to teach him archery, "Look, that's it—"
However, something embarrassing happened.
He was originally taller than ordinary people, and the Garlan was so small that he couldn't even reach his waist. If he wanted to hold Garlan's hand, he had to squat down.
But when he squatted down, it was not easy to teach Gallan how to draw the bow.
Moreover, his palms are so large that he can wrap Garlan's small hands all at once, and his fingers are also thick, so there is no way to fine-tune the gesture of Garlan's fingers holding the bow.
"Your teaching method is wrong."
King Camos was struggling, and Heimos, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke.
"what?"
"The bow grip you are teaching now is the use of a strong bow—I know you are used to strong bows, but, you also know that different bows are used in different ways, with subtle differences in gestures and various aspects, and Garlan cannot use a strong bow, and you teach him with your habit of mastering a strong bow, which will only teach him in the wrong direction."
King Camos: "...Oh."
After he was done, he could only give up teaching his younger brother to shoot archery, and stood up angrily.
Garlan held the bow in his hand, thought for a while, turned his head, and looked at Heimos with his big golden eyes.
"Then will you continue to teach me?"
Garland thought.
The mortal enemy is the mortal enemy, but he will never be polite to learn from the mortal enemy.
For the so-called self-esteem, it would be stupid to let the people with the best archery skills here except King Kamos not learn it.
Heimos didn't speak, just walked straight over, just like before, standing behind Garland, holding his hand and continuing to teach him.
King Camos stood behind and watched.
Although Heimos is also older than Garland and taller than Garland, he is only a few years older. As long as he bends over, he will just hold Garland in his arms.
He stood behind Garland, holding Garland's hand to teach gestures, and the posture was just enough for him to get close to Garland's ear, and he whispered in Garland's ear. At first glance, it looks like two children are rubbing their ears and talking together intimately.
Camos is getting more and more depressed.
He always had the feeling that his little brother was snatched away by this stinky brat.
He turned around dejectedly and left.
Garland devoted himself to learning archery from Heimos, not paying attention to his brother's dejected departure.
And Heimos, who noticed it, turned his head and glanced at it. No one noticed, and the corner of his mouth raised indistinctly.
On the way back, King Camos, who took advantage of it and returned in disappointment, thought about it and spoke.
"Ximuel."
"Yes?"
"I haven't moved my muscles and bones much these days. Come, go to the arena, and practice with me."
"Yes."
…
Then, the priest of Shamash, who, despite his superior strength, was still no match for the Lion King, was unceremoniously beaten by King Camos in the arena.