The once-a-week great court discussion came to an end amid the discussions of the ministers, and everyone retreated, but they were all thinking about it.
Some people frowned, some thoughtfully, and some looked expectant.
The news will soon spread, and I am afraid that within a day, the entire royal city will know that King Garlan intends to send troops to Kanal.
After returning to the palace, Garlan was unaware of the fact that he threw such a huge thunderbolt, and his understated expression seemed to be just an order that could be taken for granted.
"It's finally comfortable."
He raised his head and poured half of the ice water brought by the maid in one breath, and the young man sighed in relief.
Sitting in the bright hall for a long time in such a hot weather almost killed him.
Even if ice cubes are placed in the main hall to cool down, it is not worth it for such a large area and so many people.
Back in the cool administrative room of his palace, sitting on the cool obsidian bench, holding cold water in his hands, Garlan felt relieved.
He leaned slightly on the bench and relaxed slightly.
"Finally able to send troops to Kanal, presumably this stone in your heart can finally fall."
When Garlan had finished drinking, Kaihos spoke.
"Um."
Holding the cold sky blue glass cup in his arms, feeling the coolness inside, the boy hummed.
He tilted his head, blond hair scattered on his cheeks, passing a golden streamer.
"More than half a year ago, I transferred Tewa from your command to the west, and let him experience under Kareni. At that time, I gave him a secret order to let him pay attention to the Aaronlandis who have become slaves in Karnal. the trend, and try to find out the situation as clearly as possible.”
"At the same time, the rangers under Shulos have been assisting Tewa to inquire about their movements."
The slender eyelashes fell, Garlan whispered.
"Their conditions have been very bad and many people have died."
The heroic warrior of Aaron Landis died at the hands of the enemy in a humiliating manner as a slave.
"It's my incompetence as a king that I can't rescue them earlier."
The drooping-eyed young king said, looking lost.
Aaron Landis was still in chaos at the time, and he really had no energy to rescue the soldiers who had been captured as prisoners of war.
This concern weighed on his mind, and it lasted for more than a year, and many people have died during this year.
If only he had settled Aaron Landis sooner...
"No, you've done your best, so..."
Before Kaihos could finish speaking, Xie Muer, who was standing beside him, spoke up.
"King Garland, please don't be too arrogant."
The high priest of Shamash stood by the side with a straight posture, and interrupted Kaijos's words to comfort Gallan with a blank face.
Even in the sweltering summer, his clothes are meticulous, so clean that there is no dust.
"Please keep in mind that you are just a king with acceptable qualifications."
He frowned and looked down at the sitting young king, his tone displeased.
"Even if it is a real god, it is not omnipotent."
He scolded Garlan in a stern tone.
"You're just a human, but delusional that you can do everything you want?"
Suddenly, he was severely reprimanded by his own high priest, and Gallan stayed for a while.
He looked at Xi Muer and blinked blankly.
The next second, he laughed.
"You're right, Xie Mu'er, I'm arrogant."
The world cannot be perfect, and even the gods are not omnipotent.
It is the king's dereliction of duty to do something but not to do it.
But if you can't do it, you have to force it, which becomes arrogance.
Shemuer was telling him.
He can't do everything, he can only do his best.
"You have never forgotten them, and you have been working hard to save them. My Majesty, your intention is enough to satisfy them."
Kaihos leaned over, half-kneeling in front of Garlan, with one hand on his chest.
Looking up, the handsome face under the blond hair of the knight in the scorching sun showed a determined smile to his majesty.
"please do not worry."
He says,
"I will definitely bring your soldiers and people back to Aaron Landis."
"It's over to you, Cayhorth."
Garlan answered his knight with a smile.
…
Aaron Landis will go to Canal a month later.
The news spread quickly like a tornado.
For a time, all the countries on the mainland were talking about it.
Of course, the ones who responded the most were the Gasdads occupying Canal.
While letting the false king declare to the entire continent that Aaron Landis' actions were an act of aggression, they quickly mobilized their troops to the border between Canal and Aaron Landis.
Stand up for it.
…
…
More than half a month passed in a flash.
Seeing that summer is coming to an end, autumn is approaching, and the hot climate has become a little cooler.
In the past half a month, because of the military reform of the legion, whether it is Kaihos or Heimos, they have to personally intervene in every detail to ensure that there are no problems, so the two have spent this period of time. Too busy to turn around.
The two spent most of their time in the barracks, and they only went back two or three times in the most half month.
Garlan, who was dealing with government affairs, was also very busy during this time. When the busy political affairs in the summer came to an end, and he was relieved, he wanted to ask how the reform of the two-man army was going.
However, for several days, he could not see either of them.
When I asked the attendants, I realized that the two were too busy to stay in the barracks.
He thought that the two of them were already busy, and if he called them back just to ask about the progress, it would be a waste of time to go back and forth, so he gave up, and just told the attendants to pay attention to when they came back.
Two days later, one night, Garlan heard from the guards that Heimos had returned to the palace tonight.
He thought about it for a while, and simply went to the palace of Heimos himself.
He must understand the progress of the reform of the legion clearly. After all, he has already announced in front of the ministers that he will set off in a month. If something happens in the middle, it will be troublesome.
After entering Heimos's palace, I heard from the female officer here that Heimos went to the back courtyard to practice his martial arts after eating. The female officer that Moss called.
He let everyone wait outside, and then walked into the back courtyard alone.
It was late at night, approaching autumn, and the climate at night became much cooler than it had been some time ago.
Garlan walked in, and before he went too far, he saw a familiar figure under the blue stone wall in the middle of the courtyard.
In the silent night, on the green grass, Heimos sat on the grass with one left knee bent, leaning against the blue stone wall.
He lowered his head, the jet-black strands of hair scattered across his forehead blocking his eye sockets.
He sat quietly against the stone wall, and even if Garlan walked towards him, he didn't react at all.
Garlan crouched down in front of Heimos.
Under the dark forehead, the man's eyes were closed.
Heimos seemed to be asleep, and still very soundly.
Even though Gallan was so close, he remained motionless, completely unaware that there were more people beside him.
Squatting in front of Heimos and looking at the sound of the other party sleeping, Garlan became playful for a while.
He reached out and poked Heimos's face lightly with his fingertips.
Well, it's a little softer than expected.
he thinks.
After being poked by him like this, Heimos still didn't wake up, but his slender eyelashes moved slightly and his lips pursed.
Seems a little impatient.
So Garlan, who thought Heimos's expression was funny, couldn't help but continued to poke it several times.
He was probably too tired. Heimos slept so deeply that he was disturbed by Garlan and didn't wake up.
It's just that when Garlan poked his face, the corners of his eyes struggled to move, and his thin lips pursed and pursed.
Garlan couldn't help but smile and rolled his eyes at that look of being bullied that he would never see in ten thousand years.
never mind.
Stop bullying him.
After all, it is not an easy task to complete such a heavy task of rebuilding the legion within a month, even for Heimos.
It seems that the past half month has really exhausted him.
However, despite being so busy, he still didn't forget to take the time to torture himself... No, it was the unremitting training that he trained himself, and almost treated himself harshly day in and day out, that allowed this black knight to have the kind of thing that everyone is doing now. The mighty power of fear.
Garland's eyes softened.
His fingers seemed to appease the other party, gently caressing the cheek that he had poked just now.
Let him sleep a little longer.
Thinking like this, Garlan turned and sat beside Heimos, intending to wait for Heimos to wake up by himself.
Lifting his head, he leaned against the blue stone wall and put one hand on his raised knee.
Long golden hair fell from his shoulders, and the stars falling from the night sky danced in his golden hair.
The starry sky, the starry sky.
The boy raised his head and stared at the thousands of stars in the night sky.
The cool night wind blew slowly, gently brushing the golden hair tips scattered at the corners of his eyes, his golden pupils seemed to reflect the countless stars in the night sky.
The courtyard is quiet in the dark.
He could hear the murmur of the water flowing around the courtyard, and the rustling of the crowns of the tall olive trees as they swayed in the night wind...
The boy's eyebrows stretched, and the whole person relaxed.
The night wind that brushed his cheeks brought the light fragrance of scattered flowers, which made people feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.
Suddenly, the right shoulder sank, as if something was pressing on it.
Garland turned to look.
Heimos, who had fallen asleep with his back against the stone wall and bowed his head, slid towards him at some point, and his head was tilted on his shoulder.
Garlan raised his hand subconsciously, trying to push Heimos away.
However, as soon as he raised his hand, he hesitated to stop.
Heimos still closed his eyes, still in a deep sleep.
Leaning on his shoulder, the man let out a shallow and even breathing sound, and the corners of his sharp-edged brows and eyes now revealed a little tiredness and exhaustion.
Garland suddenly softened.
never mind.
In the final analysis, it was because he said he would send troops in a month that Heimos was so tired that he fell asleep directly in the courtyard.
He has to take some responsibility.
Just let Heimos sleep for a while, and he won't lose any meat.
Garlan looked at Heimos who was leaning on his shoulder and thought so, but didn't move.
Instead, Heimos moved his head unconsciously, as if he wanted to adjust to the most comfortable position on his shoulders to make himself more comfortable.
However, as soon as the other party's head moved, the jet-black hair that fell on his shoulders naturally followed.
The ends of the fine hair brushed over his neck, and fell slightly longer on his collarbone, itching a little.
At this itch, Garlan couldn't help raising his hand, pinching the strand of hair that swept across his most sensitive collarbone.
Perhaps because it had been blowing in the night wind for a long time, the ends of the man's hair were a little cold.
The hair pinched at the fingertips is very soft, delicate and soft that is completely disproportionate to its owner, like a fine ice silk satin.
Because it felt so good, Garlan couldn't help rubbing it with his fingertips.
Rub again.
Garlan rubbed the hair on his fingertips and looked down.
The young man leaned against him, his slanted head resting on his shoulders, and his fine black hair fell from one side, revealing most of his forehead.
Dark cyan runes adorned it.
A drop of water slid from the cheek, reflecting the moonlight, and the brown skin glowed with a light luster.
The appearance of the young man is undoubtedly handsome, but the sharp and narrow eye lines make this handsomeness look like a sharp edge.
Thin lips, a trace of cool color.
A solitary and dangerous beast is sleeping soundly.
right by his side.
The dangerous beast was attached to him.
In front of him, he will carefully restrain his sharp minions, suppress the anger in his eyes, and put away the ambitions and desires in his heart.
... just to be by his side.
Therefore, facing this person, Gallan's heart always softened involuntarily.
To be honest, Heimos is really an extremely good man.
handsome.
powerful.
Wise.
Resolute.
The man's bones are permeated with the innate strength and courage, as well as the perseverance and toughness that he has created after going through hardships since childhood.
The dangerous aura emanating from his body, on the contrary, revealed a fatal allure.
No matter how he looked at it, Garlan felt that Heimos should be the so-called Son of Destiny.
Looking down at the sleeping Heimos' face, Garlan was thinking wildly when he suddenly saw a drop of water slowly seeping out from Heimos' forehead.
The drop of sweat slid down the brown forehead, and it seemed to seep to the corner of the eye.
He raised his hand subconsciously and pressed his fingertips to the corner of Heimos's eyes, blocking the drop of sweat.
Perhaps because of feeling his touch, Heimos' eyelashes moved.
Heimos's eyelashes are not thick, but very long, each one is slender and distinct, and when he moves, the long eyelashes pass from his fingertips.
The strange touch from his fingertips made Garlan startled for a moment, and when he reacted, he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.
But before he could shrink his hand, Heimos's face turned.
Inadvertently, and also coincidentally, the other party's lips gently brushed the fingers that he didn't have time to retract.
A soft touch different from the cheeks came from the fingertips.
There was an inexplicable feeling of electric shock.
Garlan shrank his hands and looked almost subconsciously at the place where his fingers had just rubbed.
is the lip.
His eyes fell on the other's lips.
Heimos' lips were thin and light, revealing a bit of coldness.
Especially when you sip it, it is like a blade.
It is said that people with thin lips are cold-hearted.
However, remembering the fierceness with which Heimos wanted to swallow him alive every time he kissed him, Garland couldn't help but wonder, where is this guy cold-hearted
He was usually accommodating and indulgent in dealing with him, and obeyed him almost unconditionally, but only in this kind of thing, Heimos was so tough that he didn't give him the slightest chance to breathe, and every time he pushed him to the point where it was almost impossible. The point of suffocation.
Moreover, at that point, that guy always showed a particularly dissatisfied face.
Every time, this guy forced him to kiss him.
He was always dazed by the fierceness of the other party.
Speaking of... Although he's kissed several times, he doesn't actually know what the touch of the lips is...
Heimos loved kissing him so much.
Dear... how does it feel
The moonlight fell on the handsome face of the sleeping man, and there was a little light on the cold thin lips.
It's unclear whether he was bewitched by the moonlight falling on the corner of his lips, or because of something else.
Garlan lowered his head slightly and leaned towards those thin lips.
The boy's long blond hair fell from his side shoulders.
The moonlight was like water, flowing on the two of them.
Suddenly, a crisp bird chirping sounded in the courtyard, instantly breaking the tranquility of the night.
Garlan, who was awakened by the sound of the birdsong, looked at the thin lips that were close at hand—just about to touch them.
He was stunned.
In the next second, he immediately realized what he almost did.
In an instant, the boy's face turned red.
He pursed his lips, and lightly straightened Heimos, letting him lean against the bluestone wall again.
On the other hand, he could no longer look directly at the other person, got up and walked away quickly.
His steps were light, as if he was afraid to wake someone up.
The long golden hair was blown up by the night wind, revealing the red ears of the young man who left in a hurry.
…
The night bird on the tree didn't know the consequences of its call. It had just eaten and drank after foraging at night, and at this moment, it couldn't help but chirped happily.
But then, with a snap.
A stone hit its body and knocked it off the tree.
That sound was its last cry.
Beneath the canopy of trees rustling in the night wind, Heimos, leaning against the bluestone wall, opened his eyes.
Looking at the night bird that was knocked down by the boulder he ejected, he let out a low, extremely unwilling 'smack'.
Then, Heimos raised his eyes.
Looking at the direction where Garlan left just now, in the dark night, a flame-like red streamer flowed in his golden-red eyes.
It is said that the thin lips, which symbolize the cold heart, slowly rise in a gentle arc.